"Are we seriously doing this now? Our reservations are in ten minutes," Aria said exasperatedly, looking at her date pulling on the car.
"Look, do you see how close together these other cars are? No WAY anybody can parallel park there. This is the only option. The nearest other space is like five minutes away," Amy grumbled as she slowly pulled the car up by its back end.
"And why did you bring a car exactly?"
"Because it's a 1959 Cadillac! Picking up your date in that is an instant panty melter!"
"Ignoring that, as evidenced by the smartphone currently staving off boredom, it is no longer the eighties so no it isn't, I just established that I can't fit in it."
"Ahhh, but you can lie ON TOP of it and I can squat that while we both flirt with the bodybuilders down at the beach until they get panic attacks." Amy smirked as she found a grip secure enough to not damage the vehicle, hoisting the car into the air with relative ease and giving it a couple hefts before putting it in the space.
"Oh no, my panties, they're gone!" Aria said, only slightly sarcastically.
"That's why I wore jeans!"
"Yeah this was starting to be a good date, let's not go back to the faux pas."
"I defy you to find formalwear better to look at than my butt."
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Looks like Amy and Aria's human forms are still enjoying each others company! They do this by constantly sassing, but there's clearly something about them that the other likes... I wonder what?
