No one can have nice things

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Who: Molotov, Guido and SUDDEN BROCK
What: Never being allowed to have a nice walk in the town after dinner
When: Today
Rating: Leeeets just put an R here for probable violence


Guido was starting to wonder if he'd won some sort of jackpot and no one had been nice enough to tell him about it. It wasn't every day a very attractive woman agreed to spend time with him after all. Hell, if he'd ask M to do this she'd have probably thrown him off the roof. Just for asking.

But after a great dinner, here he was, walking throw the town with a very attractive woman. Life was good. He was starting to wonder what would come along to screw this all up.

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[molotov]

Molotov, on the other hand, knew exactly what might come along to screw it all up. She was, however, trusting that she had put a pre-emptive stop to that, and as such, had been thoroughly enjoying herself. After all, didn't she deserve the chance to at least talk to a man who was nice to her? Molotov certainly thought she did. And damn it, she was not going to let her asshole, kind of boyfriend put a stop to that.

So she had had a good time. It was nice that her time with Guido wasn't spent in arguments and physical fights and insane screaming matches -- she was able to relax and have an actual conversation that wasn't about her refusal to put out. Because seriously, those talks got boring about ten years ago. She was smiling and laughing, and she probably would even have let Guido hold her hand if he wanted. And promised not to crush it.