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A Different Sort of Sport [Active]

Character(s): Megara, Jecht
Content: Megara and Jecht have a not-date wherein it's possible Meg stops being such an ice queen. Maybe.
Setting: Starting at the Seventh Heaven, who knows from there?
Time: Week 22, evening.
Warnings: None. ~Romantic tension~?

She couldn't explain why this was happening. Yes, she knew it was because she had given in a little. But why? Maybe finally being free of Hades, at least on this mortal plane, made her a little reckless. Maybe she was just tired of feeling so alone. Whatever the reason, Megara was waiting for Jecht instead of chasing him off.

She went about the normal routine of closing shop for the night -- cleaning the tables, checking the finances, locking the valuable things up. Yuna and Tiana had left a few hours before (and if Meg seemed skittish around the girls, they seemed to know better than to point it out). The customers had long since left. Now she stepped out into the warm evening air, closing and locking the door behind her. Now the real work would begin.

Meg stood in front of the closed door, her hand resting on the wrought-iron handle, her expression pensive. It'd been a long time since she'd entered the dating scene. Not that this was a date. Because it in no way was.

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Jecht, as always, was feeling rather confident about the entire situation. With the re-appearance of Auron, it almost felt as though -- some dark cloud around him had been lifted. After having spent so much time with the two of them, he had somehow learned the value of friendship -- something that hadn't really crossed his path in Zanarkand. Sure, you had team mates, but once the season was over... how many of them could you really count on? Those two had somehow managed to show him a different side of life, values he would hold onto now until, well, the end.

Maybe that was why Meg intrigued him. All right, well that body certainly helped out too, he couldn't deny that, but -- something about her...

Rounding the corner, he approached the door to Seventh Heaven, the grin he had been sporting now a mile wide. "Didn't keep you waiting long, did I?" He stopped in front of her, leaning back on his heel -- arms crossed over his always-bare chest.

Meg turned around at the voice, facing the full blast of Jecht's grin. Without even thinking, she was smiling back, though her own was much more subdued. "I wasn't waiting," she replied, eyebrow arched. "I was just closing up." She took a few steps toward him, taking stock of his appearance fully for the first time. He wasn't a young man, that was certain, and his scars, style of dress and shaggy hair probably wouldn't appeal to every woman...but her attraction to him was undeniable. She bit back a sigh. Get a grip, girl!

"So what's the plan?" she asked, disguising her own inner struggle with a smirk, arms crossed.

"Dinner's over-rated," he announced, with a wave of his hand. "I figured we could do -- somethin' a little different..." he added a chuckle onto that and turned around. "C'mon."

As he walked, Jecht kept a tight-knit smile on his face. Having a pretty girl in your company could do that to you, he figured. He'd been with his share of women -- being a sports legend had it's burdens after all. But after a while, all the bubble-headed attention had lost its charm. He seemed to have lucked out, meeting the missus, and actually -- enjoyed having settled down.

"So... how's the runnin' of that place goin'? Seventh Heaven y'call it?" Small talk was always good on a date. Because, he was sure, that's what it was.

Meg chuckled dryly, falling into step next to him. "That's what the former owner called it. There's a lot I'd call it, but heaven really isn't one of them. Between getting creeps for customers, kitchen mishaps, a wild dog eating all my food and the natives suddenly turning chilly, it's been a headache that won't quit." Despite her complaints, there was a note of pride in her voice, some affection for the establishment. "But I think I'm getting the hang of it."

She glanced sidelong up at Jecht. "I heard your friend returned. Auron, right? Not a man of many words."

"Sheesh," he scratched the back of his head. "Sound like you got your hands full. But! I mean, I guess if it keeps you busy..." because, to put it simply, being bored was not Jecht's idea of having a good time. "But if some'a those customers are gettin' a little too creepy for ya... don't be afraid to deck 'em one, all right?" He added with a sly look. She did look like a girl who could handle herself, he had to admit.

"Yeah! He came back all right. Never, uh, thought I'd be glad to have someone stuck back here..." And she was entirely right. Jecht had yet to meet someone as tight-lipped as Auron, but... "Well, rightfully so," he added with a nod, "I'm the one with the great personality, after all."

She grinned and rolled her eyes. "And so modest too. It's amazing you weren't elected mayor, what with your sparkling wit and amazing selflessness." She met his eyes again, linking her hands behind her back as they walked. "So how does someone like you become friends with a guy like him? He came into the Seventh Heaven once. I didn't peg him for the patient sort." And he'd have to be patient to put up with Jecht, surely.

Jecht had never found any sense in being meek. As far as he was concerned, it was just a different way of saying weak. Well, unless you were Braska. But -- that was different.

"Met him a long time ago..." he mused aloud. "He was younger then, but," he chuckled, "still just as uptight." Central Station was up ahead -- and it was Jecht's intention to catch the train. "We went on a world tour together, tryin' to save this place called Spira. You ever heard of it?"

There was a bell in the distance. Damn. If they missed it, his whole plan was gonna get ruined!

"Awh man, we gotta hurry!" he called, reaching to grab Meg's hand and pull her along as he started to jog towards the entrance.

Meg was about to answer that she might have heard Yuna mention Spira once but had no idea what or where it was, but the bell interrupted her. She blinked, surprised at the expression of urgency that passed over Jecht's face. "H-hey, what...!" she sputtered as she found her hand in his. She watched the muscles of his back work for a few seconds as they jogged, too surprised at this development to come up with a witty retort. Before too long, though, she smiled and lifted the hem of her gauzy dress to better facilitate running.

They entered the station quickly. Slightly out of breath from a lack of cardio, Meg's face was a little flushed, her hair in her face.

"There's the train!" he pointed ahead, releasing her hand and turned back to flash her a smile. "Little outta breath?" he asked jokingly, forgetting that she probably didn't quite have the stamina that he was gifted with. "It'll be worth it," he encouraged, "promise."

Back to the situation at hand, he reached an arm back to usher Meg ahead of him, placing his hand briefly on the small of her back, leading her into the desired car. "Ever been on the this thing before?"

"Yeah, I'm a little outta breath," she replied, lifting her hand to pat her hair back into order. "Not all of us can be muscle-bound sport nuts." Her voice trailed of at the touch of his hand on her back. Her heart went into her throat at the unexpected and gentle contact, and she almost darted ahead just to get away and clear her head, but his hand was gone as quickly as it appeared. When she realized she was actually disappointed by this fact, Megara felt a wave of self-loathing.

"...a couple of times," she answered, trailing behind him as they entered the train car. Making sure to keep some distance between them, she headed towards the window to look out at the station. "I usually like to walk." She turned her body slightly to smirk over his shoulder at him. "I'm not usually in any hurry to get to more nowhere."

"Heh," all right, so he had to chuckle at that. Even though her humour was of the sarcastic variety, he had to admit that she still seemed to be able to make him laugh. Jecht was on his absolute best behaviour.

"Y'know, after bein' here awhile," he admitted, "the place starts to grow on ya a little bit, don'tcha think?" Decided upon an empty car, he waved the way to allow the lady to enter first. "At the very least, it's been a wild ride so far."

Megara entered the car, passing within a hair's breadth of Jecht, her ponytail brushing across his bare chest. She glanced up at him with a wry smile as she passed. "Wild? You could say that. I think you see more action than I do." She sat down on one of the cushioned benches, crossing her legs. "...then again, I'm not in any particular rush to leave here these days."

Jecht ast on the opposite side of her, his fingers laced together with his arms behind his head. She had something like this before, hadn't she? "Awh, c'mon. There's gotta be something, someone you're missin', right?" He crossed his ankle over his other knee, relaxing a little for the ride.

"'Sides. Livin' in a place like this for too long ain't good for anyone..."

She smiled faintly as she watched Jecht fairly sprawl on the seat. "There's not a whole lot in my world I couldn't get anywhere else." Glancing out the window, Megara folded her arms and lifted her finger to her chin, tapping softly in thought. "I guess I have been craving honey cakes," she admitted, a wistful note in her voice. "You just can't find them around here." She failed to mention missing any person, however.

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yikes, sorry rue! i thnk i've caught the muse plague. /coughcough

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