Elle grabs his cheeks and kisses him. "That'd be really nice."
Sylar smiles and stands up, and walks into his bedroom. "Be right out."
"Where are you going?" she asks.
"I need to get changed." He closes the door behind him and Elle giggles to herself.
Sylar walks out a few minutes later, wearing a striped blue button-down, khakis, and his hair slicked back. He holds out his arms and laughs. "What do you think?"
Elle gasps and runs over to him, and she hugs him tightly. "You look fantastic! So cute!" she swoons.
Sylar kisses the top of her head and takes her hand. "Shall we?"
They get a taxi and go to a big, fancy restaurant. As they walk in, Sylar's hands begin to sweat.
"What's wrong, sweetie?" Elle asks worriedly.
Sylar shakes his head and laughs to himself. "I just haven't been on a date in a while, that's all."
She takes his hand and they walk in and sit down. They place their order and stare at each other, grinning. Elle holds his hands over the table, until she starts to sip her drink. Sylar's smile starts to fade and she notices.
"Are you sure everything is okay? You're acting very nervous. You're worrying me," Elle says.
Sylar gives a fake smile and rubs his forehead. "I have this weird feeling... you know... that I'm going to ruin everything. I haven't been on a date in so long I've forgotten how to act... what to say," he explains.
Elle smiles. "Guess what? I'm 24 years old and have never been on a date before. Never. I learned all I know from movies and television. You have no need to be nervous."
Sylar smiles and kisses her over the table. When their food arrives, Elle digs in immediately, and acts as if she hasn't eaten in weeks. Sylar watches her curiously as she scarfs down a plate-full of pasta, and chugs her wine, and crunches on the bread sitting in the middle of the table. Sylar slowly eats his meal, and never takes his eyes off of her.
She laughs. "What is it? Am I grossing you out?"
Sylar shakes his head, smiling. "No, no. Not at all. I'm just surprised you can eat that much and still be so skinny," he jokes.
"You're not really eating at all. Are you not hungry? You haven't eaten in days."
Sylar smiles. "Do you want to get out of this place? I'd rather be at a bar or something."
Elle nods happily. "That sounds much better."
They pay for their meal and hop in a taxi again, looking around for a nice bar to get a drink at. Elle points one out and they walk in.
"Are you sure about this place?" Sylar asks, in a slightly disgusted tone.
"Of course. I've been here a million times before," Elle says confidently.
Sylar sits down at the counter and Elle next to him, and she quickly orders a drink. He asks for just a water, and just as the bartender walks away, Elle gives him a shocked look.
He laughs. "What?"
Elle smiles and hits his shoulder jokingly. "You got a water at a bar! You don't drink booze?"
"Not really, no. I'm more of a coffee person," he replies.
Elle shakes her head, smiling, and holds up her fingers. "We'd like to change our order over here!"
The bartender walks back over and nods. "What would you like?" he asks.
Elle grins at Sylar, and he rolls his eyes. "I'll have what she's having."
The bartender raises his eyebrows. "Are you sure? That's our strongest drink."
Sylar tilts his head curiously. "What makes you think I can't handle what she can handle?"
The guy laughs and goes to fix their drinks. Elle smiles and kisses his cheek. "Good boy."
A few moments later, they get their drinks, and Sylar stares at his drink with disgust.
"What is it?" Elle asks as she lifts her drink.
"It's pink. You made me order a chick's drink..."
"Just try it," she demands.
Sylar picks up the drink cautiously, and takes a sip. Elle continues smiling at him as he starts to take bigger sips, and then takes a gulp. She laughs when he squints and shakes his head in shock.
"That is strong," he squeaks.
They both finish their drinks quickly, and keep ordering them. They start to get loopy until Sylar checks the time. He grabs her arm and points at his watch. "Late" is all he manages to get out. They head back to his apartment and fall asleep on the couch together.
In the morning, Sylar opens his eyes to see Elle curled up right next to him. Her arms are laying on top of his chest, and her hair is covering her face. He picks up his hand carefully and pushes it out of her eyes and smiles at her beauty. One of her eyes open and her lips curl.
"Good morning, sleepy-head," he says quietly.
"What happened last night?" she moans.
"We went to a bar... That's about all I can remember."
Elle looks at her arm and then follows Sylar's chest up to his face. She touches his feet with her toes and giggles. "I've never done anything like this before. Never just laid with someone and talked..." she sighs.
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