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Blind Date Meme

Let's face it, sometimes it's difficult finding someone to share your time, and your heart (or maybe just your body), with. Luckily for you, you have well meaning friends. Unfortunately for you, you have well meaning friends who didn't tell you this was coming. That's right. They have taken it upon themselves (and no doubt friends of friends or family members or someone else who clearly doesn't know you) to arrange a date. Without telling you.

That's right. The dreaded blind date. Which means now you've got to get through at least a reasonable amount of time with a total stranger (or maybe not a stranger if you're particularly, well, we can't say if it's lucky or not) before you can reasonably escape. Maybe it will go well. Maybe this will be the start of the rest of your lives. Maybe you'll get laid. Maybe you'll have a horror story for the ages.

No matter what plays out, though, you're here. Might as well see just how your luck is going to play out.

How to Play
1. Post your character and canon below along with any preferences. Then go back and edit your comment with the next number in order (i.e. first TL is 1, second is 2, etc)
2. Tag other TLs. If a character isn't in normal preferences, ask if they might want a date that goes poorly instead!
3. Optionally, get yourself a truly blind experience by going here and randomly generating a number. Then find the matching TL (numbered back in step one) and enjoy your blind date.
4. For more fun, use the list in the first comment for randomized date locations!

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"Yeah, it would be nice," she admits with a smile, and a bit of a blush. She's going to give herself away like this.

The light fluster charms Cheryl, though. She didn't think she could feel like this again, so it brings a soft smile to her lips.

"I think so, too." So when the milk shakes arrive with extra straws, she puts the straws in each other side of the drinks and puts them in the middle, then peers into Robin's eyes as she lowers her cherry red lips to the straw and sucks in.

Wow, those are really good lips. Really great lipstick. So beautiful. Robin's staring. And blushing enough to turn about the color of those lips. Then she leans in to suck on her own straw.

She's going to explode from the heat in her cheeks.

Oh, this little birdie is too cute, flits across Cheryl's thoughts as she watches Robin's color redden.

She grins as she pulls away from the straw.

"It is a good pick."

"I'm glad," she says with a smile. But this is already pleasant. "They make the best ones here. Like, super best."

"They do. This is a fact," Cheryl agrees.

She settles back to ask, "What hobbies are you into, Robin?" A head tilt, because Cheryl can't wait to talk about herself, "I'm a Vixen. A cheerleader." Amongst other things she dabbles in, like witchcraft.

But that's a conversation for later. Despite wanting to say more, she does give Robin room to reply.

"You're definitely a vixen," Robin agrees, mostly to herself. How else was she supposed to describe such a beautiful girl. She was also kind of shocked to learn she was here on a date with a cheerleader.

Most of those didn't even seem to realize she existed in her school.

"I'm in the school band, though I prefer orchestra. I speak four languages, English, French, Spanish, and Italian and I would like to learn more. I'm really big into movies, but more the sort that are trying to say something rather than just explosions. And I like learning about places overseas. Places I'd love to see someday."

"You're lovely yourself," Cheryl points out. Robin is pretty, but more than that, intriguing.

"A scholar," Cheryl comments with awe. She drinks from the other shake as she watches Robin over the top of it. She only pulls away to ask more questions.

"What places would you like to visit? Clearly Italy and France would be good places. You could speak the languages. I would like to see anything in Europe."

Oh. Robin's still blushing and she's trying not to. It's not normal for people to compliment her like this and Robin's just so flustered and so pleased.

"I guess I am then," she says with a smile. "Uh, a scholar. Guess I just want to learn the things I'm interested in."

Places she'd like to visit? Robin thinks of Operation Croissant and feels embarrassed for a moment. But she can accept that she's grown up and knows it'll never happen.

"I want to start in France, but I want a tour of the whole place. But anywhere I can speak the language is on the list. But the idea of seeing the world is wonderful."

The blush is adorable, to Cheryl. There's this innocence to Robin that makes Cheryl want to take her under wing.

"That speaks to a great passion. That's always admirable," Cheryl points out.

"France would be lovely. Especially with you at my side." Cheryl moving too fast? What. Never.

"That's really not something people normally note about me," she laughs. But she knows she's passionate about a lot of things. And having it recognized is nice.

"I wish I'd met you in my sophomore year then. It had been my goal for the summer, and I just wanted company. Someone to go with me. It's sorta how I came to realize I was... what I am."

"But it is passion, isn't it?"

Cheryl sighs as she settles back. "I wish I had met you sooner, as well. I've known for a while, since grade school." She stops at that, pretty sure telling someone about a childhood incident that resulted in a couple of traumatic experiences, are not first date material. Another time, though. Maybe.

"But...how did you figure it out? You want to take someone specific?"

"It is," she agrees with a smile. And that's really something she appreciates having seen.

As for how she'd learned... Robin winces.

"I had that fantasy, traveling Europe but not alone. So I tried to figure out who the proper companion would be. And my heart sorta settled on Tammy Thompson. At one point I wrote out this list of all the things we could do together in the trip. It was on loose paper, and I was going to get rid of it, but instead I accidentally dropped it by the desk Tammy was at. Her friends found it and started reading it off and observed how romantic it all was."

Which of course Robin hadn't realized at the time. But hearing them all call out how it was romantic had sent Robin into a spiral of panic and ultimately acceptance.

"Oh," Cheryl's tone drops a few moods. "That's a ghoulish way to realize. But they weren't aware you wrote the list?" She looks at Robin intently, worried, "Were they?"

It's humiliating, to say the least. To bare your soul like that, and have others pick it apart.

"No. No one knew. No one ever knew," Robin admits with a shrug. "Though I did end up dancing with a girl at prom that year, me a sophomore and her a senior, but no one thought it was a whole 'lesbian' thing. Didn't get over my crush for a WHILE though."

And it had been Steve to help her on that. She was grateful for that.

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