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"Liverwurst. No lie, my Gran used to have a bacon flavoured one, and she'd feed it to me starting when I was little. It's a sometimes food, though. Too much of it is way gross." She took a slice of pizza, taking a bite from it - half of the pizza disappearing in her mouth. She chews it, with a little difficulty, but she seems to have a good grasp on biting huge chunks.

Roosevelt grinned and helped himself to a slice of pizza. "Alright then, I'll choose Truth." He was curious to know what she would ask.

"Why were you so nice to me?" She smiles at him, her face glowing as the candles flickered this way and that. The smile melted in an interested, but serious expression. Truth or dare was a dangerous game.

Roosevelt studied her for a moment before replying. He'd known the risks of Truth or Dare, but he'd opted for it anyway.

"Well, because Cody can be a jerk and you looked terrified, even though you were obviously injured. As far as I could tell, you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. That, and I hate bullies." His dark eyes glittered in the candlelight. He shrugged and took another bite of pizza. "Truth or dare?"

AJ nodded through his answer, chewing. She opened her mouth, covering it with her hand, "Dare." The word was muffled by the full mouth, but it was clearly there.

She did however wonder how scared she had looked. It seemed like a lifetime ago now.

"Dare, huh?" He thought for a moment, trying to think of something good that she could pull off without hurting herself. He grinned and glanced around them. "I dare you to run your finger through the flame." He indicated one of the candles that had a tall flame and a low wick and not much hot wax.

AJ laughed softly, reaching her hand to run it through the candle. As she did, she knocked the pizza onto the floor. It was hard to believe that such a long line of excellent exemplary expletives exploded out of such a pretty mouth. It would make a sailor blush long and hard. As soon as she finished, she slapped her hands to her mouth, unable to believe she would use such language on a first date. She hung her head in shame, "I mean crap..."

Roosevelt just stared at her, his jaw slightly agape, his eyes wide. For a moment silence hung between them, and then he laughed, long and hard.

"Oh-oh man. I-I haven't heard such language since the time Cody found out we had a spy-" he continued to laugh and then fumbled for a drink, which he realized he didn't have. He wiped his eyes and then returned the pizza box to the table; finally, he looked at AJ. "I never would have expected that coming from you."

Her cheeks were pink with embarassment, "Wow, um... Well... I normally don't swear. Well, that's a lie, I swear a lot. I'm trying to cut back though..." She hid behind her hands, glad that she hadn't set fire to the table.

Roosevelt chuckled, still amused. "Where'd you pick up swearing anyway?" He carefully moved the candles so the pizza box wouldn't knock 'em over.

AJ got up, stepping over to clean up the pizza on the floor, "Uh, my dad. He taught me when I was real little and then told me it was "daddy and me" language. It was his way of making me understand swearing was wrong. We used to say the rudest things back and forth."

He helped with the cleaning up a little, getting up to find paper towels or napkins, which he then returned with. "Well, my parents were pretty straight-laced in comparison. But I've picked up a few things in my ventures. I hope that doesn't stain," he murmured as he blotted at the pizza sauce.

AJ nodded, "Well, if it does, I'll just throw out the rug. I've got one on every carpet in here. I've got a clumsy streak, in case you didn't notice." It was meant to be a joke, but it came out all wrong, sounding bitter. She got up and looked out the window, seeing a figure down the street, standing right in the middle.

"You're not that bad," Roosevelt said, and looked up. "What is it? Are the lights on across the street or something?"

He stood to peer out the same window she was looking at. And saw the figure. "Probably someone out for a late night walk."

Aj nodded softly, but saw the figure move, a wide arch of electricity come down off of the power lines that lined the block, "Err, I think I have something to take care of..." She trailed off, groaning softly. She hung her head, "That's Casey down there. I have to go stop him if I can."

"Uh, no offense, but you're not exactly in any condition to be tracking people down. Why do you need to stop Casey? What's he doing?"

Roosevelt glanced at AJ, wondering if there was more going on than he realized.

She frowned, "Can't you see what he's doing? He's only in this neighbourhood to draw us out and get you to come with me so he can hurt you. He's not a dumb guy. A jerk, but not dumb. He knows if he keeps doing this, I'll go out there, and he's hoping you will to. Maybe you should catch a cab home."

Roosevelt scowled. "Catch a cab home? Really?" He watched Casey's form a little longer, irritation growing in him. "Didn't I tell you that I hated bullies? He's bullying right now whether he means to or not. Well, if he's so anxious to draw us out, let's go meet him."

Roosevelt stuffed his hands into his pockets and turned towards the door.

AJ went for her crutches, "Roosevelt! Please don't go out there. I don't want him hurting you. And hurt you he will. He's a strong guy as long as he has his coffee." She knit her brows, hobbling after him.

"I'm not going to get into fisticuffs with him; I just wanna know why he's got a problem with me. What's coffee got to do with it?"

Roosevelt waited at the door, as AJ got her crutches.