The date.

Ok, I have a little time now to talk. Lets start at the beginning. I met this woman (we will call her Sarah) at a party for a charity that Charles had invited me to a couple of weeks ago, it was some political thing to do with Mayor Villaraigosa and Prop 78 which is involving some big Drug companies who are trying to make drugs cheaper for the low-income folks. (do we really believe this is their goal?) So I’m there and I spot this beautiful woman, turns out she’s a model and we chat it up a bit. I seal the deal and get her number and a couple of days later I call her and we go out on this date.

Fast forward to last night. I plan out a lovely evening with this beautiful creature. I pick her up at her posh apartment in Brentwood, I have my LL Bean on, so I’m going a little casual. I have a single rose I hand her and when she walks out my jaw about drops. She has the perfect little number on, (it looked like Banana Republic) it’s a red top with this cute skirt. We head off to the Getty museum and look at some Monet and VanGogh. She smells wonderful, and we touch and play a bit with our hands. She has the most captivating smile I’ve ever seen.

So they close down around 6pm, so I take her to Malibu and this great restaurant called Duke’s right off the Pacific Highway. Overlooking the ocean we sit and eat. I order a steak and she orders some coconut shrimp. She is amazing to talk to and while I am not from around here, I can see myself with this little bird for a long time. Pretty amazing date so far huh? Well this is where it turns ugly…
So the plan was to take her to the beach and walk along the ocean, holding hands and enjoying the moment. Instead, as we are leaving the restaurant I see a group of 2 guys and their stripper-looking dates come out of a Escalade. At first I thought they were rappers, but then I realized it was Shade and Void, two bad-arsed villains. Now they don’t know what I look like outside of my suit, but I sure as heck know them.
So what do I do? Go with my date, enjoy the night and possibility make-out with a incredible woman or get into some shenanigans? Of course I’m an idiot and I do the latter. I whisper to ‘Sarah’ that I will be right back, I need to use the restroom and she waits in my car. Ok, this is only going to be a minute I tell myself, I get to the bathroom, touching my amulet and my Feelira (my suit given to me by my father in Novatoria) covers my body and I go switch into the invis or shade mode. When the door is opened again, I move out and spot the hoochies. The four of them are sitting at the bar section of the restaurant and I move a little closer so that I can hear them, I just want to hear whats going on and why they are in LA. (Last time I heard from Lord Kara they were on the east coast) Seems like they are meeting someone here later this evening, and honestly I’m starting to feel bad about my date waiting in my BMW.
I cant figure out what to do, but really this is ridiculous so I decide to head back out of the restaurant when I feel myself get thrust forward into the hostess’s bar. Crashing into the wooden platform and toppling a young girl I turn around and by now my shade mode is cancelled out I see Shade and Void in full regalia ready to kick my fanny.
Not missing a beat Void leaps on me and starts punching the heck out of me. His kinetic energy crackles around us as I get pummeled and people are screaming and all I can think of is that cutie I have in my car. I finally kick him off me and send him flying over to some dinner tables. I generally don’t like to thrash up a nice place, especially a place like Duke’s in Malibu, but this aint the time for clear thinking. Patrons run out of the high-class joint and its just me, Shade and Void. They mumble something about seeing me and wanting a piece of me from a year back and that LA is their new turf, blah blah blah. I ignore it and just start in on Void with my sword.
Shade teleports behind me and they both try to put the squeeze on me and I get a healthy dose of energy blasts (what kind I don’t know off hand) and knuckle sandwiches. I decide to jump back, get out of their melee range and jump out the glass window to the beach. Except the tide was a lot farther in than I had thought.
Hitting ice-cold water with a Feelira suit on is no fun and as I half-drown I hear sirens down the Hwy 1. I stand up in waist high water trying to take a shot at the creeps with a good Novatoria-electron-bolt who are laughing at me while they create a warp-door and bug out.
Wet, hurt and generally pissed, I get to the rocks, swing up to the roof and watch as the pandemonium below ensues. Cops, firemen, patrons, news people everyone is here, people screaming, yelling and I cant see my car.

Wait...I cant see my car.

She took my car.

So, I call up Charles and he picks me up later over by Sunset beach and drives me home. Suck.