[date night - for owen]

[did_good]

A date with Owen. Tosh couldn't quite believe that it was actually happening, but it was. He'd agreed and left it up to her to organise. She had one date to show him, to prove to him, that this was something he wanted to pursue.

Tosh had thought about what she wanted. Dinner wasn't enough and a bar wasn't either. There had been posters up about a show, dinner and a performance and she'd purchased two tickets, messaging Owen with the details.

Her dress was simple and the flats she wore were black and plain. Tosh did her best to not look nervous or eager as she waited. He would come, it would be okay.

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[beat_death]

"I get out plenty," Owen protests, though truthfully, a good deal of the time he's not at the hospital or at the shop is spent in. Granted, he's not always alone, but he's in.

"Have you been by the museum yet?"

He hasn't been all the way through it yet, but he reckons it might interest Tosh.

[did_good]

"I haven't," Tosh admits, fingers wrapped around the stem of her glass. "In fact, I didn't realise there was a museum. I made it to the library."

[beat_death]

He's not surprised at Tosh easily finding the library. Seems like the sort of thing she probably did her second day there.

"Doing some research on the locals or just bored?" he asks, then takes another sip of his drink.

[did_good]

"A bit of both. I wanted to see what sort of history books they had." The answer was largely unremarkable ones. Darrow seemed a fairly uninteresting history wise, almost suspiciously so, as if it were unreal. Which, she supposes, it is. "In the end I ended up with a few bad novels. Mystery, crime, that sort of thing."

[beat_death]

"Museum's a bit dull anyway," Owen replies, finishing off his drink and then looking round to see if he can catch the eye of their waitress. He's really not one to put food and sex together so directly, so hopefully they can actually manage a meal before the women really get started with the performance.

"Bunch of stuff that supposedly happened to people none of us have ever heard of. Makes you wonder if any of it ever actually happened."

[did_good]

"Sort of like the history. It was unremarkable, but completely so." It was frustrating, knowing the museum was the same. "Did they have a geology section? It's harder to lie with rocks."

The waitress comes by and Tosh quiets, pointing at the fish and asking for more wine though she's drank this glass too quickly.

[beat_death]

"Didn't really think to look," Owen says, though it's a brilliant idea and something worth looking into, whether or not the artifacts there are actually as old as they claim to be. There's no telling how long before they all arrived the city even existed in the first place.

He's about to tell her as much when the waitress turns up again, and he reckons it's probably not the best idea, talking about their skepticism of the city with one of them around.

"She'll have the fish, I'll have the steak— medium— and we could both do with drink refills, thanks," he says quickly, hoping she'll be off straightaway.

[did_good]

She's content with his order, especially for the order for more drinks. Those are very welcome. Once the waitress goes, she turns back to look at Owen, "So... rocks at the museum. Maybe we could go look?"