runawaywithme.mp3 | sophie & dinah
Sophie sat mindlessly flipping through the channels, curled up in a soft quilt, a mug in her hand and Steve curled up at her feet. It was after 5 p.m., so it wasn’t coffee or tea that filled her trusty cup with a fancy painted S that Dinah had gotten her for her birthday a few months back, but it still got the job done after a long day. While Sophie didn’t so much mind the female Paynes or Mia, it seemed like too much to ask for a simple life here in Colorado – not with Augustus Payne running around – and she hadn’t been working at the shelter long enough for Auggie to come in and try and feed himself to a rehabilitated rattlesnake without raising a few eyebrows. But overall Sophie was very happy here. It was quieter than the Chicago suburb; the mountains were unlike anything she’d ever seen, the people were friendly and happy and active and occasionally pretty high but for as perfect as it was here in Colorado, it was the cherry on top that she was here with Dinah. Although, not technically currently here with Dinah. Steve, no longer a puppy but a well-adjusted young man, snoozed dutifully while he waited for his owner to get home from work – meanwhile, Sophie almost knew down to the very minute that Dinah would walk through the door with Chinese and another bottle of wine (a good idea, considering Sophie had just downed the last of the bottle from a couple nights ago). That was normal between roomies, right? Sophie was just used to their schedule by this point: Sophie would be up at the asscrack of dawn to see Dinah pad through the house in her cute little pj’s, mumbling about coffee and Sophie would make another pot before she left to go give a baby elk a bubble bath or some thing or another. Then, she’d come home from work and take Steve on some errands or for a walk around the park before coming home to crash on their couch and wait for Dinah to get home from work so they could double up on the loveseat and talk shit about their days and paint each other’s toenails and finish rerunning Friends. They hadn’t been in Colorado for long, but it almost felt routine by this point; like the honeymoon period was coming to an end. You know, the honeymoon being when they had literally vacationed in Hawaii where all they did was swim and drink and dance and share a bed overlooking a sandy tropical beach. And while Sophie was almost fairly certain that she had kissed Dinah after at least 8 too many piña coladas and they had then proceeded to move into a house together in a whole different state than where they had previously lived, Sophie almost felt as though the only advances being made were the ones towards the morgue. First comes love, then comes marriage, then death – correct??? Of course, it didn’t help that Sophie was literally the most stereotypical lesbian of all; falling hard and very fast for the badass lawyer babe who had literally only just gotten out of an engagement (with a man) and was being followed around by some hot vampire (also a man) when Sophie had met her. Stereo. Fucking. Typical. It had been messy from the very start. But then Sophie practically perked at the sound of a key in the door, and if she had a tail, it would have been wagging just as Steve’s was as soon as Dinah walked through the door, obliterating all other worries away just to see Dinah’s grin as Sophie peeked her head up over the back of the couch to see her. “Hey, good looking,” Sophie clicked her tongue, shooting Dinah a small smirk as she watched her kick off her heels. “What’s cooking? I cannot wait to tell you all about Steve’s new girlfriend, Chamomile. It was love at first butt sniff, I can’t wait for you to meet her.”
It had been a very, very long day for Dinah. Work had gone by painfully slow which was unusual – who knew the Denver area was in such need of lawyers? Central City itself was a quiet and seemingly peaceful town but at this point the blonde knew that not everything and everyone were as they seemed (see: finding out all your close friends are supernatural beings). So while it had been a risk opening a law firm in the middle of nowhere it paid off, especially since the towns newest residents were a bit of a handful.
Well, one in particular wasn’t so bad.
As soon as she agreed to Ella’s plans of opening up their own law firm, Dinah’s first thought was Sophie. The two might have met under unusual circumstances (see: Dinah fleeing to another country after calling off her wedding and impulsively buying a puppy to fill the void while simultaneously not knowing a thing about puppies – enter Sophie) but it hadn’t taken long for the two to become friends. It had taken an even shorter amount of time for Dinah to ask Sophie to make the move to Colorado with her – but not before vacationing in Hawaii together.
They had been through a lot together so it was really no surprise that Sophie was (once again) the reason that the lawyer found herself unable to focus on her work. Except with one minor difference. Let’s just say that this morning Dinah had been hit with the ultimate epiphany while watching her roommate make a pot of coffee in her panda pj’s.
But all those running thoughts and exhaustion went out the window the second she got home and saw Sophie sitting peacefully on their couch. “Hey yourself,” she said, her face lighting up as she kicked off her heels. She managed to put her purse and keys down in time before Steve came running towards her, practically jumping on her. “I missed you too,” she told the golden retriever, who wouldn’t stop wagging his tail as his owner kneeled down to pet him for a moment. “Chamomile, huh?” she asked, an amused look on her face as she watched Steve run around the couch, “they do grow up fast, don’t they?”
Dinah walked around the sofa and plopped herself down right next to Sophie – honestly, what had been the point of buying a whole living room set when they only sat on the same couch? “Alright, before anything else I have two questions,” she began, turning slightly so that she was facing Sophie now, “one: what kind of dog is Chamomile so I can get a visualization of what our grand puppies could potentially look like and two: I know tonight’s pizza night but I sort of made us a reservation at some new fancy restaurant that they opened next to the office.”
So that second one wasn’t exactly a question, hence the slightly sheepish look on Dinah’s face.
Sophie had been about ready to launch into a full story, complete with google images she had found of labrador retrievers mixed with siberian huskies – Chamomile and her owner had just moved in down the street – but her voice got caught in the back of her throat by the time Dinah’s second non-question rolled around. Was it just Sophie or was Dinah avoiding her gaze??? Sophie opened her mouth to speak, shut it, opened it again… Like a fucking fish or something before she finally looked down at her current attire. “Umm, she’s a Husky,” Sophie laughed before shaking her head and quirking a brow. “And did you say fancy?” She was dressed for pizza. She was prepared for pizza. Everything from her socks (one yellow, one black and pink polka-dotted) up to her headband pulling her messy locks out of her face screamed pizza night. And Dinah, of course, was still flawless from an 8 hour day at work. Typical Dinah to throw her for a loop. She stood up, tossing her quilt over the armrest, sheepishly avoiding Dinah’s gaze as she looked down at her sweatpants and a Journey tour shirt for a tour she literally never went to but the shirt was 3 dollars so why not? “I can change.” Sophie refrained from bringing her arm up to sniff herself. “And I can shower. I’ll even put on a real bra!” Sophie looked back to meet Dinah’s gaze with a small, almost embarrassed smile. That had been maybe a bit too much, but at this point, how much was too much, really? Sophie began backing up into the hallway, still smiling dopily despite her inner mantra of this absolutely, 100% not being a date. It wasn’t. Just because it wasn’t goddamn Buffalo Wild Wings or a greasy burger joint didn’t mean it wasn’t just two friends going out for dinner and drinks. Maybe Dinah won a big case, or found out a rich aunt had died, or… Or maybe Sophie should have just stopped thinking so hard about it. “Give me an hour?” Sophie asked, not waiting for an answer, her hand already moving to toss her shirt off before she disappeared into the bathroom to wash the Colorado outdoors off her skin and put on some lipstick. Although, as Sophie stood in front of her closet forty-five minutes later, towel still wrapped round her as she stared into the dark abyss that was her closet… She was pretty certain that if anyone was confused about her sexuality at this point, a look into her closet would have been a great start to straighten it all out (however, not literally). Amongst a sea of t-shirts and striped tanks and flannel and v-necks and even a few polos was a pretty black dress that Sophie had bought with every intention of wearing to Hawaii before chickening out. “Ah, crud.” But after ten minutes of trying to squeeze limbs through holes and adjusting and re-adjusting straps and standing in front of the mirror, wondering if it was too late for pizza… Sophie finally poked her head out of her room before emerging from the clutter, down the hallway and back into the living room, almost too afraid to sit in case a stray hair from Steve found its way onto her butt or she wrinkled it or did something doubly dumb like tear it. This was exhausting. Sophie crossed her arms across her chest as she waited beside the island for her roommate to emerge from her own room. “When you say ‘fancy new restaurant’ that means they’ll still serve vodka, right?” Sophie called, grabbing her purse and tossing it over her shoulder.
Dinah continued to oh so subtly avoid her roommates gaze. She wasn’t entirely sure why she was so nervous – okay maybe she did and it had nothing to do with a fancy dinner. It’s not like canceling a reservation was rock science and pizza was great for all occasions but…”Husky?” she repeated in slight awe, momentarily distracted from her internal dilemma.
It wasn’t until Sophie stood up that Dinah instantly regretted asking her to change out of her comfy, vintage attire. How could anyone look great in a Journey shirt? “We can still stay in -,” she began, unable to keep a small smile from forming on her lips as she listened to the woman ramble. “One hour!” she agreed, listening to paddling footsteps down the hall before the sound of the shower running.
“Shit.”
The blonde practically leapt off the couch and darted towards her room when she realized that she too had an hour to get ready. In all honesty Dinah probably could’ve gone out in her work clothes but her inner fashionista was preventing her from doing so. Why did she reserve at such an upscale restaurant? Wait, she knew why – it was the free wine samples they were handing out during the lunch hour rush. But as promising as the place looked, Dinah was suddenly regretting skipping out on pizza night.
“Bavette's Bar & Boeuf,” she called from down the hall, in what was a terrible impression of a French accent, nearly falling over as she changed dressed for the fifth time before finally settling on a simple little navy blue dress, “it’s got the word bar in it?” Dinah was starting to realize that she might have been a little in over her head but what else was new? Sighing, she put on her comfortable heels and grabbed her purse before heading out of her room.
“I know for a fact that they’ve got great wine so if all else fails we can just –“ she stopped mid thought when her eyes fell on Sophie who looked amazing…well, more so than usual. “You look…great,” she said after a moment, the word finally coming to her head as she smiled dumbly at the blonde. “We should, um…the place is literally right next to the office, did I mention that?” she asked, absentmindedly reaching for the front door.
Yeah, she was in over her head.
Thankfully it was less than a 10 minute drive to the restaurant and an even shorter wait for them to be escorted to their table so Dinah had no time to properly ramble. It wasn’t until they were seat across from each other in the dimly lit restaurant with a candle between then did the lawyer realize she was in trouble.
She should’ve kept to pizza night.
