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It was nice of Raven to volunteer to get the kitchen decent while he got dressed, especially when Ace’s remark on her looks hadn’t been a full-blown compliment, but he didn’t want to turn her into his maid or anything. Friends could help friends with their domestic chores but Raven was not exactly a ‘friend’. She was more of a ‘I can’t help being stuck with’ kind of girl.
“Never mind that, I’ll do it later. Plus, we don’t want you to ruin your nice dress, do we?” What’s this? Another compliment? “Face it: it’s the only thing you have to wear for your class reunion back inSalem”
Oh. So there was a joke after all. Ace’s words were not entirely in jest, though - he did not want Raven to ruin her outfit when she looked so pretty in it, but he couldn’t straight up admit it, could he?
Ace scratched his arm and pointed at the fridge, reckoning Raven would not say ‘no’ to a pre-dinner beer though her preference was set on fancier beverages. “Make yourself at home, I’ll be right back”
The two of them joked and bickered a lot as part of their dynamic but Ace knew his house was in good hands. He knew better than to expect Raven to make the best of his absence by fetching a portable cauldron from her purse and brew herself a mix; and he knew Raven would not spy on the contents of his cupboards - if she did she would find everything was in order, though not meticulously in a serial killer kind of way, just food and utensils neatly organised.
He got ready for the date. What? No! It was not a date, it was just dinner! Even if it was, it didn’t matter as long as food was a part of it.
With another lady and with no pressure to get ready, Ace would have taken his time getting squeaky clean and groomed. For Raven, though, and with her waiting downstairs, he simply washed whatever he had to wash, made sure he was wearing socks without any holes - it was the principle of the thing - and got dressed in a pair of trousers and a cotton shirt he didn’t bother buttoning up to the very top. At least he smelled nice.
“Right, let’s do this” he announced in a military tone fitting of his career as he combed his fingers through his hair.
Portgas D. Ace and Shea Raven dining together? In public? Sounds like trouble for the authorities.
Raven had been ready to enter the kitchen and stop whatever had burned the food. Before she could even step foot into the kitchen, however, Ace stopped her. She paused and glanced up at him, about to ask if he was sure.
His half-compliment earned another eyeroll from her, but she didn’t dwell on it. Instead, she merely said, “Go put on something presentable. Maybe ya’ll go from a wild ape to a nicely-groomed gorilla.”
Oh, so she was allowed to go into the kitchen after all? Raven headed for the fridge and opened it, scanning its contents. A drink would suffice for now; she didn’t want to ruin her appetite. Wow, Ace had really shitty beer, didn’t he? It would have to do for now, though. Raven swept a can of cheap drug store beer into her hand, closed the door of the fridge. She opened the beer and took a sip.
Disgusting.
Once this was over, Raven headed for the living room. There, she’d sit and try to make the best of her shitty beer until Ace was ready to go. It didn’t really matter to her how long it took Ace to get ready; she had kind ofbarged in on him at a weird time, after all. She wouldn’t have blamed him if it had taken a while.
To her surprise, she hadn’t been waiting for very long at all. She hadn’t even been able to finish her beer. When she heard Ace’s voice, she turned her head and paused.
Wow. He actually didn’t look bad. He’d gone from sloppy domestic male to semi-sloppy, good-looking guy ready for a night out.
Raven cocked an eyebrow and slowly nodded. The corner of her mouth curled upward.
“Niiiice. Ya clean up better than I thought. More like a golden lion tamarin instead of a gorilla.”
Her own sassy half-compliment in response to his earlier.
Raven rose to her feet and joined Ace. Together, they headed for the door and started the walk to the Olive Garden.
It was actually a pleasant evening, cool and dry with a colourful sunset. Not too many people were out and about on foot. Thankfully, Ace’s house wasn’t a particularly long walk to the restaurant.
It made Raven wonder if her boss happened to know this. A silly thought, and highly unlikely, but what if she did know?
