She Just Feels Like She Owes Someone Regardless Of Whether They Tell Her She Does Or Not - Tumblr Posts
regardless of whether or not she owed someone something, she still does her best to pay it back in full. she couldn't think of anything other than buying a meal for the two to enjoy together, and perhaps however many drinks either might like to enjoy before heading home. " i-i know, i just— p-please? humor me, a-at l-least just this once. " her smile grows a little and she asks for menus from the bartender now. she didn't get much of a chance to eat the meal she had with her... 'date', so she's still a little bit hungry.
agatha taps the pad of her finger against the edge of the bar as she looks the menu over. maybe she could splurge a little tonight, at least to make up for its horrible start. she orders a soda, a burger and a side of steak fries. hopefully a meal she could get through without feeling guilty about it. she looks to john as he orders something for himself, her smile returning now as they hand the menus back and remain at the bar.
now that that terrible experience is really over and the guy doesn't seem intent on coming back and settling things, she more visibly relaxes, a sigh leaving her. " i-i d-don't know why i let my f-friends set me up on b-blind dates. n-never again after tonight. " agatha shakes her head. do blind dates even work in the long run? she isn't sure. after how poorly the last ones went for her, she has severe doubts. maybe she'll just end up alone with a house full of cats and a couple of dogs. would that be so bad? maybe, maybe not. agatha glances up at john, head canting to the side slightly. " d-do you have anyone s-special in your life, john? "
she seems pretty set on doing something in return - it feels a little off for him. most of it was selfish - he had fun throwing hands with assholes. maybe he's a little fucked up. probably too fucked up for someone like her. she's too nice. especially to a man like him. blood on his hands, fangs in his mouth - always wanting to rip a throat out at the drop of a hat. feral mutt. attack dog.
but the heart on him tells him he can't say no. it's a problem he parses over, furrowing his brows for a moment. just let her do it, let her be happy about it. he should know about feeling like you owe someone something. he owes price everything, doesn't he? he closes his eyes and lets out a soft exhale. jus' go with it, soap.
"aye. john mactavish." he offers his name, flashing a grin. "am tellin' ye, dinnae do it fer any thanks. did it fer myself as much as ye." he lets out an easygoing laugh. "bu' i get it. i do." he nods to her. "dinnae like feelin' like i owe someone as much as the next lad." he offers a smile her way.
"if yer dead set on it lass, then aye, i'll take ye up on it." if only to make you feel better about the whole thing. "jus' be aware i don't need nothin' in return, aye? ain't expectin' or holdin' ye to anythin'."