Later on in the early evening, Ashlee and Danielle had since returned to their apartment and were now preparing themselves to head out for dinner. Ashlee was taking a lot longer though, on account of finding something good to wear, while Danielle was still required to go without attire.
Finally, she emerged from the bedroom in a shimmering red dress, one that held up solely by her neck and left a teasing amount of cleavage, a pair of matching open-topped heels to go with it.
“Nice.” Danielle whistled, looking her over.
“Thank you. You as well.” She replied with a playful smirk.
“Hey.” She used her hands to show her lack of anything on.
“And that remains for at least until tomorrow, you know.”
“I know that, but I’m driving, how do you plan on doing that in those?” Danielle pointed to Ashlee’s heels.
“This time, yes.” She ceded that point as they left their home.
It still felt weird for Danielle, the seatbelt slid between her large mammaries as they made their way through the City, the traffic mercifully light as she navigated the streets to park at the restaurant’s car park.
This was one of the more upmarket places, and they’d been saving up for this night for some time as they entered the main door and waited for their reservation. A short wait as one of the waiters arrived to take their names.
“Danielle and Ashlee? This way please.” He motioned for them to follow, guiding them to a table set by one of the walls a floor up.
From where they were, the plants and flowers made it possible for them to have a good look around, while shielding them from casual view from the others in the room, not that Danielle’s being a naked lizard lady was drawing much attention towards them anyway.
“You know something?” Ashlee began as they were finishing their starters.
“Yes?”
“You ‘told’ me about someone, who was hunting for this Pen.” She showed it before placing it back in her handbag. “And I’ve been thinking.”
“Thinking? About what?” Danielle knew that an earlier use allowed Ashlee to know about it, shortly after Nick’s rampage.
“How did it come into existence? Who made it? Why are they after it?”
“Well I thing the answer for the last one is obvious, given it’s capabilities.” Danielle deduced. “As for the others, I have no idea, but it seemed that they at the very least, were unable to make use of it. As for why, that too, I‘m not all that sure about.”
“I see.” Ashlee replied as she put her plate to one side.
“Come on. For now, we’ll be safe.” Danielle spoke quietly. “That much is certain.” Recalling an earlier use of the Pen to make that a fact.
“I suppose you’re right.” Ashlee admitted.
The rest of dinner went by in better spirits, redirecting their discussions to other matters, such as family and future plans. Which brought up a more immediate matter.
“So do you have to head into work tomorrow?”
“Yes, there’s still work that needs to be done.” Danielle replied.
“I know that, but why can’t…” Ashlee had to stop herself.
“…Use the Pen? I thought you were the one who was opposed to that.”
“I know. But it feels like I have to, you know, use it.”
Danielle was silent for a while, before she spoke again. “I think I know why, as I said before, the Pen seems to have a partial sentience to it, at the very least, I think it’s trying to be used.”
“So? What do we do about that?”
“We be careful. As long as it’s kept small, it should be safe enough.” Danielle reasoned.
“I guess, that’s about the best that can be done, if only for the time being.” Ashlee decided.
The remainder of the dinner and the travel home were a little sombre, but once they were back inside Ashlee did begin to feel better. True, the Pen did have dangers, but so long as she knew of them, she believed she could stay on top of them.
The late hour of their return, however, meant that they weren’t in for long before turning in for sleep, Ashlee because she was feeling tired now, and Danielle because she needed to be at work the next day, on a Sunday.