bury me in straight laced shoes, a box backed suit and a stetson hat

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It really said something about how much there was to do on Tabula Rasa, that Faye Valentine had offered herself up as a prize for a volunteer auction. With gambling being as fickle of a beast as it was, Faye had no way of guaranteeing that someone decent would win her as their prize. But maybe a part of her just didn't care anymore, would have been fine even with the dregs of island society opposite her at the dinner table, just as long as it meant having something interesting to deal with for a night. That was why she hadn't bothered asking around after this 'Felix Unger' character, figuring that it was best left to her vivid imagination until the night of the date.

And meanwhile, she could at least settle on a dress, an understated skin-toned fabric accented with a bright azure belt, the pattern sweet and feminine. While it was perfectly possible that Mr. Unger had seen her walking about the island in her hot pants and wouldn't be fooled by the facade, Faye preferred to put on a show, whatever would get her the most yield. Fine dining didn't exist on the island, and clothing she could get with enough pleading at the box's side, but Faye would have settled for plain old chivalry right then.

She waited by the entrance of the Winchester, having left a note in Felix's inbox to meet her there rather than at her doorstep. Hopeful she was (barely), but foolish Faye wasn't.

If he wasn't the type of man to take on a second date, she wasn't going to help him try.

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Undeterred by her laughter (if he was going to begrudge a pretty girl for laughing at a dinner date, he would have far bigger problems than the odd alien invasion to deal with), Felix barreled on. "Of course not," he said, shaking his head before he grinned. "I had an electro-arrow!"

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With a hint of a laugh still on the tip of her tongue, Faye shook her head, trying— and how very strange it was— to take him seriously. The very thought of Felix fighting alien invaders with a rather hefty weapon was one that couldn't quite materialize fully in Faye's mind. It sounded quite as unlikely as anything else did on the island, and so she rested her chin against her palm, wondering if perhaps he was simply taking advantage of the thought that there was little way to prove his story, one way or the other. And how rude it would have been, too, for a date to point out the seeming impossibility of it.

"So you... have an interest in archery?" she asked, trying to be generous and lending him the benefit of the doubt. What harm did it do her? "And to think, shapeshifting aliens having a weakness in electricity. How'd you tell the aliens apart from everyone else?"

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"Since they were launching their final invasion, they'd apparently stopped caring about fitting in as much," Felix explained, leaning back in his seat a bit. "Of course, some of the good guys looked a little less than human, as well, so there was still a bit of work in determining who was what, but I like to think I acquitted myself admirably. Although the arrow wasn't mine, it was given to me by a very close friend of mine since I'd arrived unarmed."

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"Sounds like a blast," Faye remarks, and she honestly can't even deny that right now. Everything about this island is so quiet, so small, confining and quaint, that Faye wants nothing more than to get away from it and find something that she can snatch onto again. Something exciting, even if only a fraction of what her life once was. Even a story told by a man who seems more meant to watch over a dry-cleaning store is better than what she usually has, and that's something Faye doesn't want to dwell on for very long.

The waitress arrives with their food, Faye pulling herself back with a raised brow, vaguely interested. "And I assume that you fended them off. Or helped to, seeing as how you're here and don't seem very traumatized by the entire incident. Those who aren't victors don't speak... quite so freely."

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"Too true, too true," Felix agreed, as solemn as one could be with a fork in his hand. "It wasn't my first rodeo, but I doubt I'd be able to smile at the memories quite so readily if I'd been on the wrong side of the first one, either. But at the end of the day, nobody messes with Felix Unger's city and gets away with it!"

Even strange alternate future versions of it.