((Transcript nÃºmero tres))<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Before long, many rounds passed, all of which Alison utterly decimated Danny in. He laughed off each loss, not really caring. He hadn't played the game in so long, it wasn't a surprise that he was getting wrecked. One more massacre later, he set the controller down, yawning and flopping down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. "I should probably get going soon. Work and all," he said, turning his head towards Alison.<br/><br/>After her dozenth consecutive victory, she moved over to the side of the bed, giving Danny room. "Should've warned you more. I'm an ace with Trip," she said with a smirk, rolling over to face him. "I won't keep you here, it's getting late and I know work is important and all that jazz.. But before you go, you got any plans for tomorrow? We should get lunch again, this time when you're actually hungry."<br/><br/>Danny laughed. "Yeah, sure. I'll meet you somewhere once I get off work. Got anywhere in mind?" he asked. <span style="font-style: italic">Another date...? Awesome.</span> He honestly didn't think Alison would be that interested in him. However, she might only think of him as a friend, not as a potential boyfriend. Danny pushed the thoughts away. He wasn't a teenager anymore, he didn't need to get moody over being friendzoned.<br/><br/>"Oh no no no, you're not getting off that easily. It's your turn to pick, and it better be somewhere great," she teased, winking at him and waggling a finger. "When do you get off?"<br/><br/>He shook his head, grinning. "I get off at four," he said, getting to his feet. "I'll meet you by that bench again?" He quickly ran a list of nice restraunts that he'd seen through his head.<br/><br/>"Sounds good to me. I look forward to it, Danny," she said with a smile, getting up off the bed and stepping over to the bags from her earlier shopping trip. "I should probably get all of these taken care of now that you're leaving," she sighed, picking up two of them and carrying them over to her closet. "Go ahead and let yourself out," she called, reaching into a bag and beginning the process of putting everything away.<br/><br/>Another chuckle escaped Danny's lips as he left. He waved at Alison before he shut the door. "Later," he called out. He sighed as he shut the door, sticking his hands in his pockets and trekking down the hallway to his quarters.<br/><br/>She waited until she heard the sound of the door opening and turned around, smiling to herself. "Good night," she whispered, staring at it for a moment longer after he left. She turned to the digital clock by her bed, reading the numbers on it. 11:17. A sigh escaped her lips as she turned back to her clothing, continuing the process of putting it all away. Occasionally she would look over a shirt or pair of pants when she pulled it out, considering her options for tomorrow. <span style="font-style: italic">This will be the first real, planned date,</span> she thought. <span style="font-style: italic">If he has any sense of style, we'll be going someplace classy.</span> She reached into the bag again, this time pulling out a dress. <span style="font-style: italic">...Perfect,</span> she decided, a smile growing on her face. With that plan set, she hurried with the rest of the work, soon after shutting the lights off and slipping into her bed, ready for a full night of rest.<br/><br/>Eventually, Danny made it to his room, and he collapsed on his bed, falling asleep relatively quickly. The next day he rose and went to work, spending another day standing around a big cage with an alien in it, answering people's stupid questions. When his shift was over he hurried over to his locker to change. He'd found a nice, classy Italian restaurant on the top deck.Â Danny neared the bench, spotting Alison's auburn hair. He was dressed in a suit, going all out with the classy thing. He lazily waved at her, smirking. "Howdy," he called out to her.<br/><br/>Alison awoke to the sound of her cellphone going haywire. She lazily turned herself over, looking at the clock. 6 am. She groaned, reaching for her phone on the nightstand and pulling it to her ear, unwillingly pressing the 'accept call' button. "What is it? It's 6 in the morniiing," she answered, clearly annoyed. The reply was a rather pissed off friend complaining about her absence at the party she had been invited to yesterday, and Alison gradually sat up in bed as she ranted. "Look, I had a date, okay? ...yes, he was cute. No, we didn't kiss, and no, I'm not coming to the party. Yes, actually, you <span style="font-style: italic">will</span> get over it. Good bye." She tossed her phone onto the stand after hanging up, sighing as she did so. "Now I'll never get back to sleep." With resignation, she got out of bed, flipping on the lights and going about her day. When it was about 1:30 in the afternoon, she started the long process of getting ready for her date. She made it to the bench at about 3:52, and sat down to wait.<br/><br/>*********************<br/><br/>Alison's head turned as she heard Danny's voice, a smile growing on her lips as she stood to greet him. "Hey! Glad you finally showed. I was starting to think I got dressed up for nothing," she said with a giggle, spinning around to show off her outfit. She wore a long, fancy purple dress that had a single shoulder strap and hung down further to one side on her legs, showing off both them and her bust equally, while still being exceedingly classy. She had a simple silver necklace wrapped around her neck, hanging down to a few inches above her chest, as well as the same silver bracelets from the day before. On her feet were purple high-heels, making her stand about an inch taller than she would normally. Her makeup was a bit thicker than usual, though still not overly done, with eyeshadow and nail polish that followed the color theme, and deep red lipstick that emphasized her smile well. Her hair was hanging freely now, no longer tied up in a ponytail. It was long and wavy, reaching down about the same length as her necklace; just above her bust. "You clean up well," she added, smiling widely at him.<br/><br/>Danny's smirk widened. "Me, not show? Blasphemy." He looked her over. "Wow. You look beautiful." He held out his arm. "Shall we be off m'lady?"<br/><br/>Alison giggled a bit at Danny's reaction to her. She didn't date terribly often, but it was always fun to get dressed up. "As you wish, m'lord," she said, linking her arm with his. "Where are we headed? Or.. is it a surprise?" she asked, turning to face him as he led the way.<br/><br/>"It's a surprise," he said with a wink. He led her to the elevator, pressing a button for the top deck. "I found a nice place. I think you'll like it."Â A few minutes later, the two had been seated in the restaurant. They were seated at a small table, with a simple white tablecloth. The room was relatively dim, the only light coming from the small candle that was on the center of the table. "Did I do alright?" he joked.<br/><br/>She arched an eyebrow, smirking mischievously. "Okay, but you better be taking me to dinner <span style="font-style: italic">before</span> the secluded back alleyway nobody would ever find us in," she said with a laugh. A few minutes of travel and they ended up at a classy italian restaurant, relatively small in size and low in patrons. "Well if you're trying to woo me, you're definitely headed in the right direction," she answered, looking around at the room. She hadn't expected it to be <span style="font-style: italic">this</span> fancy, knowing he apparently needed money, but it was definitely impressive.<br/><br/>Danny chuckled. "Alleys are overrated. I prefer taxi trunks." He leaned back in his chair, still smirking. "So, did you pwn a shitload of noobs or what?" he joked.<br/><br/>Alison sat back in her chair, setting one hand in her lap and using the other to pull her hair out of her eyes. "Oh, in that game? Well.. Ever heard the name 'Aly-San' thrown about in gaming before?" she asked casually.<br/><br/>"Aly-San, huh? I might have, but it doesn't sound super familiar." He paused to order his food, then turned back to his date. "Why? Did you get your ass handed to you by them?" He smiled at the thought.<br/><br/>Since they had the waiters attention, she followed suit, ordering her own meal once he was done. She chuckled in response to what he said next, shaking her head. "Nice try, Mr. Comedian, but you're way off. You really have let the whole gaming thing go, haven't you?" She reached into her purse, which was hanging off the side of her chair, and pulled out a card. "Here's what I do for a living," she said, tossing the card to him. It was her ID card, signifying her status as a professional gamer, under the alias of Aly-San. It also listed her ranking among gamers around the world; it was currently reflecting the number 1.<br/><br/>Danny laughed as he read the card. "Number one, eh?" He handed it back to her. "I told you I haven't been an active gamer. It's been like, five years since I was active," he said. He looked at her for a second, then chuckled to himself. "You know, I bet all of the guys that try to friend you online would kill to be in my position right now."<br/><br/>"That would explain it then. It was about 4 years ago that I got serious and took over the circuit," she said, leaning forward and resting an elbow on the table, and subsequently her chin in her palm. "Depends on how many of them watch TV. I don't use a mic when I game casually, so some of them might not even know I'm a chick, although the nametag kind of gives it away," she answered with a smirk, after he finished talking. "I'm glad you're not one of the fanboys, though. Being worshipped once in a while is nice, but dating someone like that would just be too much for little old me to handle!" she exclaimed, throwing a hand against her forehead and slumping back into her chair in an over-exaggerated fashion.<br/><br/>Danny chortled at her overly-dramatic dilemma. "So...wait, you don't want to be worshipped? I guess I'll just make you carry your own bags and open your own doors," he joked. "I guess that makes me 'an option', then, eh?"<br/><br/>"I did say it was nice once in a while," she joked back. "But hey, don't sell yourself short. You're not just an option, you're a GOOD option, it's not like I'm just settling for you or anything. I've only known you for a day, but I can tell you're a good guy. I wouldn't get this dressed up for just anybody," she answered completely seriously, sitting up and looking straight at him.<br/><br/>"A good option, huh? Wow, now I feel bad. I guess I'll just settle for you then..." he said, sounding completely serious. He took a bite, the waiter having just brought his food. He chewed thoughtfully, then started laughing. "I'm just kidding. It's not like there's girls just beating down my door or anything. Hell, this is my first date in like, two years." He looked back at Alison with a small smile. "It's probably one of the best I've been on though," he added, smile growing slightly.<br/><br/>She got the feeling he was joking around, largely due to their thus-far humorous back-and-forth, and decided to play along. She stuck her nose in the air, crossing her arms and looking away from him, accompanied by a very audible "Hmph!" A few moments passed before they both laughed about it, though Danny was the first to actually say something. She waited until he was done, at which point an embarrassed smile found its way to her face, accompanied by a noticeable red tint to her cheeks. She pulled some hair that had fallen into her face out of the way, as well as accepting her own meal from the waiter, before responding. "Two years? Wow. Was that you denying other girls, or did nobody approach you? I find it hard to believe a guy like you could get around without breaking a few hearts."<br/><br/>Danny shook his head. "Yeah, I turned down a couple, and by couple, I really do mean only two or three girls." He took another bite. "And it wasn't me doing the heart breaking. I had a...rough breakup, to say the least. I'll spare you the details," he explained. "That, and I'll turn into a big manly blob of tears if I go into it." He chuckled. "Oh well, the past is behind me." He grinned at Alison some more, looking slightly sheepish.<br/><br/>"Well, think of it as a blessing in disguise. You never would have gone out with me if you hadn't broken up with her.. Assuming it was a her," she teased, grinning widely at her own overconfidence. "While we're on the subject of the past, though, what did you do before you decided to guard alien fish? I worked at a flower shop for a few years before becoming a pro gamer. A weird transition, maybe, but I was mostly there because I needed the money. It was all a little too girly for me, really. I enjoy shopping, and I'm hot," she joked, emphasizing her chest by pushing it forward; "but that's the majority of what I have in common with my gender."<br/><br/>Danny laughed lightly at Alison's assumption. "I did a lot. I worked for a construction company for a while. Then I was a zookeeper, more or less. I'm sure you remember that story," he said. "So what, you're saying guys can't be hot or enjoy shopping?" he interjected, sounding rather harsh. "Actually, you know what, I prefer hot chicks anyways." He shrugged, then leaned back in his chair.<br/><br/>"No, they certainly can be. You're a living testament to the former. But guys can't be hot like a girl can," she said confidently, taking a bite of her meal before continuing. "You're missing a few very important things for that, and I don't think male genetics a changing any time soon. You see, women are so hot that even other straight women can still appreciate their figures. I could easily look at a group of girls and tell you which one is hottest, and I've always been straight. Tell me the last time you appreciated another male's figure in a non-homosexual way," she said with a smirk, though it was a legitimate question.<br/><br/>"Yes, but girls do a lot of things that guys don't. Like, girls hug all their friends. It takes a true statement of bro-dom for a man to hug another man in a straight way." He ate a little more before continuing. "But I'm not arguing that females are quite possibly the hottest thing since the sun," he added. "And men don't necessarily admire each other's figures, but I've heard guys that flip their shit over other men's muscles while they're working out. Sometimes with near-palpable amounts of testosterone."<br/><br/>"That sounds.. A lot more stinky and awkward than a girl complimenting another's bust," she said, cringing a little at the mental image. "A reasonably muscular guy is nice, but I never liked those massive beef-cake dudes." She turned to her food after speaking, finally taking the time to really dig in and enjoy it. "You picked a good place, food's delish," she noted, pausing for only that brief moment before going back to her meal. She figured she would let him decide the next conversation topic, in the interest of fairness.</div></blockquote>