It's A Date [Simon]

[Abigail Fairweather]

It was the start of the evening, Gotham was in the middle of celebrating its glory by having an open by night. The streets were filled with people, and every shop was open. It was a peaceful night, and everyone seemed to be cheerful. It was the beginning of autumn and a warm evening. The sun was on its downfall and slowly turned the sky into a nice mass of red, pink, orange and purple color. Not a wind was moving and it looked like it would become a beautiful evening. Not really that any of this mattered for Abigail, for she wasn’t that much into all that beauty stuff. And she would have been working this night, if not Simon had asked her out on a date, so they could learn each other. She would have declined if not she had to try and get to know him, and look like she was normal. So instead she had accepted.
So now she stood on the street, waiting for Simon to pick her up which he had insisted on. Probably because he still didn’t felt safe around her car, and because it probably didn’t fit the image he used to show. The place she was standing was quite a few block away from her home, since she didn’t want Simon to know where she lived. She was looking like the normal Abigail, despite haven being told to wear something nice. It made her easy to recognize, but also made her look very boring and very unattractive. Not that she really owned anything nice, so you couldn’t really blame her.
Grey hoodie, dark blue jeans, and her hair tightly pulled back. Dull as always.
She looked around to see if she could find Simon, feeling anxious about this meeting. Not that it was unormal, Simon gave her that feeling every time he was close. She frightened her in some weird way, not that she could completely explain it, it was probably because he could read her so well.

[Animal]

The smooth sound of the European car driving through the streets didn’t make much notice for the people. Yet, a few people made a quick look to see this car or if they could get a glimpse of the idiot behind the wheel who drove utterly slowly and kept driving around in circles. Simon was lost. He had scribbled the pick-up place down on a note but he was too proud looking it up on the internet. He had gotten a map of Gotham but this city was enormous, not bigger than London, but he had lived in London his entire life. He had been in Gotham for about a month. He wasn’t well known in this city yet, but he was working on it.

Simon started driving early. He wanted to make sure that he got there in good time. The sun was setting in the horizon and a beautiful evening sky was setting a dimmed light upon the streets of Gotham. It was a festive evening, lots of families and couples were out in the city, eating dinner, shopping and having a fun time. After an hour of driving, he finally found the street Abigail said she would be on. Now he just had to find her standing somewhere on the curve. He drove slowly up the street as he eagerly looked for her, he was kind of excited, and his last date was with his former wife. Not that this was a date, he was trying to get to know her besides the job and now they finally had a night off where they hopefully could get to have a fun time without any interruption.

He found Abigail standing on the curve and he slowly pulled up beside her. He noticed the dull, boring clothes she practically always wore. He got a bit disappointed he had hoped to see her in something nicer than that. But he had a plan in the back of his hand. He got out of the car and turned towards Abigail ''you’ve got to be kidding me, is that the nicest set of clothing you’ve got?'' he didn’t try and hide his disappointment but instead chose to say it directly.

[Abigail Fairweather]

Abigail had not been standing for long when Simon came, only about 15 minutes or so, but it still made her jump when she heard his voice. She looked towards Simon, and then looked down herself not really seeing the problem. Or well yes she did. The problem was Simon’s image, which she didn’t really help.
”Well my uniform is nicer, but I doubt that would have made you happy… It’s not like I am some kind of Marilyn Monroe, with nice cloth and a pretty face for you to show off Simon.” She said as she went to the passenger side of the car and got in.
”Besides why do you care Simon? Does it really matter what I wear, and if it really did why?” she said in a blaming voice, as if Simon was being childish.
Of course she could just try and tell him that she felt very uncomfortable when stuffed down in revealing clothing, but she was not sure if that would make her seem unnormal. It wasn’t necessarily just something shorter than normal that she found revealing, but also something following the lines of her body, slim-fit stuff. She preferred staying hidden under cloth way to big and masculine. And well she didn’t think she had much to show off, but she did have a lot of things to hide, like the scars for example. Not really that she had to think of that as it was, since it looked like she had dodged the dangers of showing anything once again.

[Animal]

Simon smiled for himself. He actually knew she would react something like this. She never wore anything nice anyway, but that could be changed. If Simon didn’t help her, she would never realize of what it meant to feel pretty and look pretty. Quite frankly she needed his help because she was wasting something she could use to her advantage. Simon got back into the car and fastened the seatbelt. ''no, it would not have made me any happy if you would wear your uniform.'' He giggled a little while saying it. This was supposed to be a goodnight where they could forget about work and just relax.

He looked at Abigail as she asked him of what he thought was a very stupid question. ''I care because you are actually very good-looking if you just stop hiding it'' He smiled at Abigail; hopefully she would take notice of the compliment. ''but don’t worry, I’ve got a plan.'' A big smile spread across his lips as he put the keys in the car and started driving towards his destination.

[Abigail Fairweather]

A little nod backed up his reply. It looked like she had won this argument, though she should have known better. Simon was not the person how just gave up. When you thought about it, it seemed rather weird that he was so interested in doing something about her appearance. Clearly everyone could see that she had no interest in her looks, and what not likely to actually start having interest in that subject. She was not really the type how wanted attention, except if it was for her work. Male attention scared her, men that flirted with her scared her. To many horror like experiences seemed to revive when she was called pretty, touched and greedily sucked in though eyes by males.

She sighted when he gave her his blaming look, thinking him a little annoying. It was obvious that she would prefer if he did pick up the subject. Either he was to idiotic to notice or to stubborn to care.
”I…” she looked at him in disbelieve and almost dropped her jaw, before gathering herself together. ”No-no-no-no-no…. Don’t you dare getting ideas! I am not going to agree on getting dressed up, or anything like that!” she said in a strict almost scared voice… Perhaps more defending and angry like? Also backing her words up with that one-finger-up-hand-shaking no sign.

[Animal]

Simon was a bit concentrated on driving the car. Due to the ''Gotham, Open by Night'' the streets were packed. A lot of people were traveling across the street and it was quite difficult trying not to hit anyone whenever they rushed across the street. As he heard the scared tone in her voice, a big smile spread across his lips and a warm and hearty laughter came out of his mouth. ''What is wrong in me getting ideas?'' he said sarcastically. She obviously didn’t like any of the ideas he had had so far. ''Besides it’s not an idea, it’s all planed'' his eyes quickly tried to gain eye contact with Abigail as he said it. His smile went from the warm and hearty smile to a more cheesy and superior-like smile.

Simon figured she already knew that something was going to happen and if he knew her right, she would definitely not like it. He drove slowly on the road, they were nearby the shop he had made the appointment with but all the citizens in Gotham made it hard for him to reach his destination without hitting anyone. He managed luckily enough to pull up in front of the store and park without hitting anyone. He looked at Abigail and loosened his seatbelt ''and we are here'' as he pointed towards the shop to the right of Abigail.

[Abigail Fairweather]

She didn't really find this as funny as Simon did, and it was obvious to see by the look in her eyes. At some points she really wanted to just get out and run as hell, just to avoid whatever he was thinking of doing. From her point of view it seemed rather… scary?
”There is nothing wrong with getting ideas, except when it involves my way of acting and looking…. And you are not making your arguments better by saying that you assumed that I probably wouldn’t meet your expectations!” she stated in an annoyed tone. She was in no way happy with his cheesy and superior-like smile. It kind of meant that he had the upper hand, and it would probably turn out that he really had the better cards and a trump.

Abigail look in the direction that Simon pointed, and didn’t look happy at all. And if not for the knowledge that there was no way around it, she would have protested once again. So instead she chose the more child-like manner and just sat in the car refusing to move. Or well that had been the idea. When she realized how much she felt like a trapped person i a shark cage inside the car, she finally gave in and stepped out.

With a frown on her face she went inside the store, and crossed her arms in a defensive and angry way. Oh she would like to beat Simon out in a match right now, just so that superior smile could be wiped away from that pretty face of his. And so she just stood there clearly meaning to give Simon all the trouble she could, until he was willing to give up.

[Animal]

As they entered the store three excited voices shouted through the store ''Simon!''. Three very good looking cashiers came over to Simon and greeted him with hugs and a kiss on the cheek. Simon returned the hugs and warmly greeted them back. He had been in the city for a little while but he had already charmed himself to some friends. Simon turned towards Abigail and introduced the three girls. ''Well, Abigail, this is Amanda, Patricia and Catherine'' ''Nice to meet you Abigail'' the three of them said at the same time. All three of them reached out their hand to greet her properly welcome to their store. Amanda, a beautiful blond white girl with sparkling light blue eyes, was dressed in a golden dress. Patricia, a black haired colored girl with some dark brown eyes, was dressed in a dark red dress. And last, Catherine another blond girl with some green eyes was standing in a green dress matching her eyes. Everyone was wearing nametags to show they were working in the store and all the dresses were very short.

Simon looked at Abigail with a warm smile upon his face. ''Abigail, these three lovely girls have agreed to help you find a dress that would suit you and of course one you would like.'' Simon’s eyes tried on purpose to get in touch with Abigail’s, just to see how she would react to this plan.

[Abigail Fairweather]

Without trying to get attention, Abigail just stood and watched while three girls threw themselves at Simon. Silently she sighted, finding this whole situation annoying. Why did he think, that just because he cared about her, that he could torture her in this way!? If he really wanted to have some great looking woman to talk to, Abigail was the wrong one to have as company. If the looks really mattered so much, why couldn’t he just take one of the three ladies out?! Simon really had some nerves to do this!
A warm smile suddenly turned up, when the three girls greeted, and shook each of the three women’s hands. ”Nice to meet you too” she replied in a friendly tone, before looking at Simon again, as he spoke.
The minute her eyes turned away from the girls her frown returned, and all Simon got was a glare. One of those that spelled; are you kidding me!? in capital letters. She was not even going to argue with Simon about this at the moment, since she had nothing to say to him. Besides her feelings should be expressed clearly enough by now, she was in no way fond of this.
She looked at the girls again, still with friendly eyes, but a fare more stiffly smile.
”I am sorry Patricia, Amanda and… Catherine. But I am not really interested in getting a dress, it was Simon here that forced me to come against my will, and I wouldn’t really want to waste your time” she said in a apologizing tone, not that she was sorry at all. Abigail still just wanted to get out, and avoid getting into a dress.

[Animal]

Simon made a quick giggle and so did the three girls. ''Oh, its okay Abigail, Simon told us you would be determined and persistent.'' Amanda said in warmhearted voice. The three girls made a very girly giggle and then Catherine and Patricia grabbed Abigail under the arms as she had to follow with them. Amanda started finding a lot of dresses they had prepared for Abigail to try out.

Simon started walking slowly around in the store while the girls were to pick a dress. It was all set up, he had personally hired the three cashiers with some charm and some money of course to help out, and they were not to quit until they had chosen a dress. He was carrying his coat around, making it hang perfectly over his left arm, as he walked around the store and looked at all the fine clothing. He looked forward to actually see Abigail in something good looking for once.

[Abigail Fairweather]

She looked at Simon, speechless for what she had just been told. Those angry eyes from before, had faded from sight, and were now replaced with a fright and amazement. How had he gotten this all together, and how did the girls not see how sincerely Abigail did not want to get into a dress?! How long had he been planning this, and was there any way to get out of this?
She was about to turn to walk out of the store, when the girls grabbed her and dragged her further into this mysterious and unknown territory. She looked desperate as she tried to look for mercy from Simon, but found none. She then looked at the girls again, and smiled nervously, grinning in the frightened way. ”But-but I really do mean that I don’t want a dress…” she begged, but the girls just ignored her.
Before she knew it, she had been stuffed into a large dressing room, with the three girls and a ton of dresses.

”No I refuse!” she said stubbornly, as one of the girls tried to get her out of her hoodie. The zipper was already halfway down, and had only been stopped by Abigail’s hand, that almost got stuck in the damn thing. ”I won’t do this!” she insisted, but the hoodie was soon of her, as she tried to protect her ponytail. Both were gone in the second after, and the hoodie had been thrown out of the dressing room.
”Don’t be shy, they will look lovely on you” Amanda said, as she tried to eye measure a dress.
Abigail backed into a corner and held her hands out, so she could push her attackers away. Before she yelled at Simon ”Simon I REFUSE to get into a dress, so please give me my hoodie, and get these women away from me!”
”I think we will keep the colors for your make-up simple, and just use some mascara and eye-liner and get those lips of yours shining” Catharine said and moved closer, only to make Abigail fight more to keep the girls away. But once again they won, well not the make-up, but Abigail’s long-sleeved T-shit was stolen and flew out of the dressing room so she couldn’t get it back. This also meant that she was suddenly very, VERY serious about keeping the girls away from her. And soon she found a position in which they couldn’t get close though they tried. ”Simon, we can’t get her into a dress when she is like this!” Patricia cried, as she tried to at least pull the dress over her, but nothing helped.

[Animal]

Simon laughed out loud. Seeing this ''Circus'' a like performance with Abigail struggling for what would seem as a fight for her life was just too hilarious. Well everything was going according to planed, or… well if Abigail didn’t hurry up they would properly be late for their dinner reservation. Simon walked over to the curtain into the dressing room and looked at the clothing’s on the floor. A smile spread across his lips as he lifted the hoodie up from the ground and looked at it. It looked 3-4 years old. Some minor rifts could be seen around the sleeves. A smaller stain of something she had eaten a long time ago was on the front. Looked like some soup, most likely tomato due to the faint red color. He collected all the clothes which had been torn off Abigail so far. He quickly went to the nearest trashcan to dumb her clothes, she probably had enough of these hoodies t-shirts at home so if 1 of them went missing it properly wouldn’t matter that much.

After he had dumbed the clothes, he quickly went back to the dressing room, standing on the outside of the curtain. He could hear the girls struggling with all their might to get her into the chosen dress. ''You know Abigail, we have a dinner reservation in less than an hour, the drive will take 30 minutes or so. So I’ll give you 15 minutes to get ready, so you have to hurry up.''

[Abigail Fairweather]

”I don’t care about a dinner reservation! I just want to be able to wear my own cloth!” she protested once again, and kept keeping the girls away.
”Abigail don’t be shy, this dress will compliment your beautiful forms, and really show the you, you are hiding” Amanda said with a big smile on her face, still trying to get a hold on Abigail.
”I don’t want that to happen, just let me have my cloth back!”
”If you won’t let us get it on you, we are gonna make Simon put it on you!” Patricia threatened, but still with a warm tone in her voice, despite being serious.
”No you won’t” she snapped back
Patricia pushed the curtain a little to the side, and grabbed onto Simon, trying to drag him into the dressing room, but was stopped. ”NO WAIT!” Abigail yelled in a desperate tone. ”I’ll put it on” And Simon was pushed out of the room again.
”Yay!” the girls said at the same time, and threw themselves at Abigail like wild animals. Soon Abigail’s old boots was thrown out of the room and her jeans followed. Catherine had thrown herself over Abigail’s hair with styling mooch and a curl iron, and Amanda and Patricia was trying to find the right dress, while arguing what would be best and which shoes to use. And before you knew it, Abigail had been stuffed into a dress. But the torture was not over, as Catherine was about to give Abigail make-up on. She tried to step back, but the two other girls had foreseen this event, and had been standing behind her to stop her. Amanda held Abigail’s arms, and Patricia held her head as Catherine applied the make-up.
”This is assault! Harassment! You are attacking a police officer!” Abigail yelled, as she tried to stop this event by twisting and turning, but she was outmatched. The make-up came on, and the curtain was pulled away.
There she stood, dressed in a green, slim-fit dress, that went to just above her knees, with the strops hanging down her arms, so that her shoulders was shown. Her hair freed from its ponytail, curled up a little extra. Her eyes empathized by her long black painted eyelashes, and her lips with red lipstick. She had also been stuffed in a pair of red high heels. For once Abigail looked like a women, and a really beautiful one. She had a great figure despite being almost thin, and with that outfit you barely noticed the little cuts and bruised on her arms and back.

Abigail starred into the floor, bright red in the face, and trying to cover herself up with her arms. There was no mistaking that she did not like being in that dress, but she didn’t complaint. It was like her fighting spirit had been thrown away with her last piece of cloth.
”Do you like it Simon?” the three girls asked, looking all proud with their work.
Abigail didn’t even look at the girls as she stepped out of the dressing room, but seemed much more interested in making friends with the floor.
”Can we go now Simon?”

[Animal]

Simon was amused by the sound of the three girls, practically attacking and forcing Abigail into the dress. He knew that Abigail wouldn’t like it one bit, but she had to. Simon had looked around in the store and chatted with some of the other costumers and salesmen in the store who had been wondering what were going on in that changing room. As soon as Simon heard the curtain being pulled off he turned around with his coat hanging on his left arm like it was a ragdoll. He turned around to something he didn’t expect. The dull and boring Abigail had been turned into a really defined and beautiful woman. Simon was paralyzed and he didn’t know what to say. He just stood there, with open mouth and stared at ''the new'' Abigail. It was first when the three girls asked him whether or not he liked it he snapped back into the reality. He quickly realized he must have had been standing there for 10 seconds at least, just staring at Abigail.

Simon walked over to the girls while answering their question. ''No girls I don’t like it. I love it. You have done an amazing effort and I really love the results you ended up giving.'' A big warm hearted and cheesy smile was on his lips and the three girls were all happy and exaggerated. Simon walked in front of Abigail and lifted her chin up so he could see her in the eyes. ''You look beautiful, and yes we can go now'' he said in a very friendly, almost flirting voice with a warm hearted smile. He put his coat on his right arm, flipped over to the right side of Abigail so they were both facing the same way and reached his left arm out as a gesture for Abigail that he was ready to go. The three girls made a quick ''awww'' with a very sweet and jealous tone of voice when they saw he was playing a gentleman and they had never in their lives met a gentleman.

[Abigail Fairweather]

To be honest, even Abigail had felt her heart sink to the bottom of her stomach when Simon said he didn’t like it. Perhaps because she didn’t want to go through all 'That' once again, just to find something he found suiting, or perhaps because she secretly wanted him to like it? To her luck, he did actually like what they have done. Abigail would still prefer to be in her own cloth, but it was nowhere to be found, so it looked like she was stuck in this thing, until she got home.
She looked at him, as he lifted her head. She was bright red, obviously embarrassed and would have been bitter, if she could have found that emotion possible at this moment. She only turned redder when he complimented her, and showed that charming smile of his and that flirting tone. But she couldn’t get herself to talk back to him, and just took him at the arm when he offered it, while hiding her head in her other hand, when the three girls sighted in a charmed tone. Not only that, people was starting to stare, and she desperately wanted to get out of here, before it became more embarrassing. Although feeling this way, she still patiently waited for Simon to start walking, since she knew it wouldn’t help dragging him along. It probably wasn’t possible in this dress either way. And it would be rather sad to ruin it, after all Simon had gotten it for her.
”One day I am gonna do something like this to you… ” she mumbled in a slightly irritated tone, but still very shy and a joking bitterness.
She looked up at him, and got a weak smile forth. ”Perhaps I might just hit on you, and ruin your every chance with every other girl you meet, and then tell everyone that I am your girlfriend, and tell embarrassing stories about you… Like weird habits, and how you grunt and talk in sleep…” A nervous -yet entertained by her own words- giggled shortly crossed her lips, before she looked down again. She couldn’t look into those strangely yellow and charming eyes of his, especially not after that. They always made her heart jump a little.