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"That sounds lovely!" Marnie smiled and looked to her.

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Reagan nodded and started in the direction of a bar. "It's been a long time since I've been to a bar..." She comments idly--still smiling. She wondered if she was truly ready to be in that kind of atmosphere...She felt ready and having the company of someone she actually really liked helped, but part of her knew that she'd never be completely prepared for this moment. "It will be a nice change."

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"I don't usually do the bar scene either," Marnie shrugged, "But I think it'll be fun with you."

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Reagan smiles. "I think it will be fine with you there." She placed one hand into her pocket, gripping a chip attached to key chain--or at least she hoped she would be fine.

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"We could always leave if it's not our scene," Marnie offered, "There's no reason that we'd have to stay there."

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"All I know is I don't want this date to be over," Reagan smiled at her before becoming silent, thinking.

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Marnie blushed and nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "I agree."

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Reagan stopped in front of the bar. "Here we are. I'm fine with here, if you are?"

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"Yep, let's go," She smiled brightly.

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Reagan squeezed her hand once more before letting go in order to enter the bar. She held open the door for Marnie. It was quiet for a bar. Most of the patrons sat in their own booths while jazz music quietly played in the background. However, the boom of a bass could be heard coming from a staircase located near the door they just entered.

Reagan explained what she new about this bar, "The downstairs portion is just a jazz lounge meant for people that want to get away from the chaos that goes on upstairs, as upstairs holds the DJ/live band, a dance floor, and another bar." She looked around the room. "I figured we could find an empty booth to sit and talk."

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Marnie's light eyes flicked around and her lips pulled into a smile, "That sounds good."

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Reagan lead her to an empty booth. "Do you want anything to drink?"

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"I'll take an apple martini, actually," Marnie smiled, scooting into the booth.

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"I'll be right back then." Reagan returned her smile, brushing her hand lightly over Marnie's fingers before she made her way towards the bar.

As she waited in line, Reagan tried to quell her anxiety about being in the bar. The isn't the problem. It is what they sell that is the problem, she reasoned. You don't have to drink in a bar. You don't need to drink in a bar. If you plan to start dating again, it is safe to assume alcohol will be in your house. This is great practice for that.

The line moved quickly, and the barkeep turned to her for her order. You don't need a drink. You haven't had one in over a year. You haven't felt the need for one in a year. You haven't wished for one tonight. She sighed and with a shaky voice ordered an apple martini for Marnie and a plain coke for herself. If you ever intended to date someone that did drink--even just casual drinker--you are going to have learn to be around it, instead of avoiding any place that might even offer a whiff of the poison that accelerated the downfall you are still recovering from. Afterall, it was a night of firsts. First date sober. First time in a bar sober.

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Marnie leaned back in her seat, taking a good look at the bar. It was a nice place, casual and intimate. Not her usual scene, but she didn't mind.

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She returned to the table with the drinks, "Here you are, milady." She waxed formality. "One apple martini." She sat the drink on the table, careful to not even spill a drop on herself, before sliding into the both next to Marnie--opposed to across from her. "Did ya miss me?" Her alcoholism and new found sobriety were most definitely not topics for the first date.

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"Yes, of course," Marnie took the drink and swirled it lightly, chuckling softly, "It was lonely without you."

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"Oh? No one tried to steal your attention away from our date?" Reagan asked in good humor. "What is the world coming to when a beautiful lady can sit at a table by herself at a bar on a Friday night and not get hit on?" She asked, mentally answering, a better one. She took a drink of her coke and studied Marnie in the dim lights of the bar.

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"Well, actually, I much prefer it this way," Marnie laughed, sipping the martini lightly.

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"I tend to agree." Reagan commented and sat her coke down. "Not only are they hitting on the uninterested, but they tend to be rather crude about it."