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The deck, Saturday afternoon

Dinah got back from her coffee chat of GREAT JUSTICE! with Daisy to find that the deck? Was decorated with streamers, balloons, glitter, noisemakers, hats, and wow, flowers.

So a keyed-up Canary was currently batting a balloon around like she was still a cat, and considering ordering a cake to go with all this stuff, wondering whose birthday it was.

TWEEEET!

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Cal's jaw dropped, like a very understated kid on Christmas morning.

"I get to pick?"

"Well, we have to make sure it's high enough to have a good view, and so the pterodactyl can dive-bomb you, right?" Dinah asked, giggling so hard she nearly fell off her chair. "We can even pick out restraints..." Okaaay, that was weird territory. Dinah hiccuped another giggle there, and tried not to blush.

And the reasons why that might make someone blush did not escape Cal who, despite himself, grinned crookedly. "Go pick out restraints, huh?" he asked.

Dinah's eyes narrowed, and some insane impulse made her say, "There's a store in town for that sort of thing now, you know."

"I've been gone all summer, Dinah," Cal reminded her, lowering his head to return that look. "Do they now? That sort of thing?"

Eeep. Flirting Chicken. Or some version of it. Don't back down, Lance! Stand your ground!

"I remember. Turkey. Harem. Et cetera." Still red, but managing not to give up yet. "Um. I guess we could get bungee cords from Turtle & Canary--" C'mon, step up! "But if you wanted to be comfortable tied to a rock while a pterodactyl rips your intestines our, we could stop by Dite's Decadent Delights."

Because it was important to be comfortable while a pterodactyl ripped your intestines out.

Cal grinned. He was out of practice, definitely. One could argue that he was never really in practice to begin with, but he'd been getting back into the swing of these sorts of looks with the wide-eyed girl.

"Dite's Decadent Delights, you say? Now what could decadent delights possibly have to do with restraints, Dinah?"

"Some people find satin-lined handcuffs... comfy," Dinah said, managing not to jitter away with a major, major effort. "And um." Um. Brain. Spluttering. Right. What was the question? Why were Cal's eyes that blue? How did she get into these conversations? "We wouldn't want you to suffer aside from the disemboweling, right?"

What?

Then she managed to say, "I could introduce you to the owner. She'd pick something out for you."

The slight stumbling through a response was cute; it was even better knowing that he was in part causing it, which helped Cal get a grip on his own sputtering heart in his chest, pounding out a rhythm in his temples as he struggled with deeper implications. Teasing like this was fun, but if this shop was really what Cal was thinking it was...there was a whole can of worms sitting right in the middle of it that he hadn't had to open in a long time.

Three months could be a really long time, and he kind of wondered how much Dinah really remembered about him.

"Are you going to help, too?"

Dinah remembered his issues and the main one just fine. Maybe she was ignoring it; or maybe she was just actively not dealing with it, because her own issues meant she was pretty unsure of what she wanted from any guy in that area too. Especially after last month. What she was just remembering now, though, was that Cal didn't have a girlfriend any more. Which made this a game that didn't have an automatic 'off' any more. Cue even deeper blushing.

"Ummm..." Okay, almost at the end of her endurance for this particular round, but. She'd grown up at least some this summer. "I could go in. Show you around." She stuck her chin out, and said, "Can't really give you an opinion on the cuffs. Not my thing."

"Well," Cal amended, with a small grin that showed he wasn't quite done yet; he had that uncontrollable tendency to take something and try to push it well beyond the comfort zone if given half a chance, especially now, "not everyone's cut out to be restrained to a rock to be eaten by prehistoric creatures. But you'll at least have to show me there and introduce me to the owner like you said."

"You have to be pretty Greek and pretty confident in your ability to not scream to do that," Dinah deadpanned, then started laughing, half in embarrassment. And trying very very hard not to think of Cal handcuffed to something. "And... sure. I'm sure 'Dite will loooooove you. She's Greek too." And what would he make of the Goddess of Love? Wow. That almost made up for how totally, totally she wanted to flail about this. Crap. What had she gotten herself into?

Consider Cal's stage name back at the Sixty-Niners, the two of them should have plenty to talk about...

"Really?" Cal couldn't help a laugh at that. "That could be either really good or very, very bad..."

Kind of like jumping off a roof! "Yup!"

"And when do you suppose we should embark on this...restraint securing adventure?"

Would Dinah be the type to squirm a little and blush cutely over fluffy pink trim? What about if whips were brought into the picture? Why was he so excited to find out?

"Ummm..." Which had her frowning and trying to figure out when, exactly, she could stop by, and when Aphrodite would be there. "Um. Thursday? I might be switching my work hours around, and if I don't, I guess we could go by at lunch..." Quit babbling, Lance.

And it was a toss-up, whether there'd be blushing, implosion, or facing down leather bustiers with aplomb. Gentlemen, place your bets.

"I think I could work a Thursday," Cal said and, with some aplomb of his own, concluded with a nice, "It's a date."

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