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3, 2, 1, DATE! - Part 2

Tricky and Hank sat in silence while they waited for their order. It was strangely pleasant, with the only noise being the soft music and the occasional tinkling of knives and forks. It gave Hank a warm feeling, he felt at peace. He thought he must've been a little too relaxed, since Tricky noticed something was off and kicked his leg from under the table.

"What the hell do you want now?"

"Clown noticed Auditor is here too!" Tricky whisper-shouted, pointing from behind him. Hank noted that he wasn't using their fake names anymore, well, at least he was making an attempt to be quiet about it.

Hank gave him a glare. "Don't point, you idiot! Don't try anything, by the way." He said sternly. "This is my mission. You just tagged along for your own fun."

"Gonna disregard that!! Hehe, no good reason to listen to you anyways!" Tricky giggled again, which resulted in a concerned stare from other guests in the restaurant.

'Great, now people are staring at us.' Hank thought. "Look, do you want this plan to fail or no-"

"Dinner is served!" The waiter's voice boomed as he set down a plate of spaghetti in front of both Hank and Tricky, who immediately gouged down the food without a second thought. The waiter looked at the clown for a moment, debating on whether to give him a napkin before deciding on just leaving immediately. This set of events led Hank to where he was. Confused, reevaluating his choices and getting the realisation that he was technically on a stupid 'date' with his arch nemesis.

Once Hank was sure that the waiter was completely gone, he nudged Tricky a bit. He tried to keep his voice as low as possible. "When I go for the kill on you-know-who, you better not interfere."

Tricky tilted his head, a disapproving look on his face. "Why not??"

"Because you will mess things up."

Tricky stopped for a second to give Hank an angry look, but went back to gobbling his meal. Hank responded back with an irritated stare and tried to enjoy his spaghetti, put off by the massive amounts of 'romantic' vibes. It was a little too distracting.

"Do you want clown's food?" Tricky whispered. "Might not eat it all!" He pushed a burger over to Hank's side. Hank wasn't sure if Tricky really was too lazy to eat this much, or if he wanted to be.. nice for once.

"Why did you order so many things from the menu then?" Hank accepted the burger nonetheless, opening up the bun to add barbecue sauce. Tricky stuck his tongue out and gave him a grossed out look for this.

Tricky replied with a happy tone anyways. "It's been a while since clown went to restaurant, so clown wanted to indulge!!"

Hank nodded at that. "Okay then. Thanks for the burger."

Both of them kept on eating their meal, enjoying the peace that they rarely got. Hank thought it was weird. Weird that he was genuinely liking their dinner together. However, their occasional random glances towards each other made things even more awkward than they needed to be. It was literally just eating, how was he making this difficult for himself?

Hank focused his mind back on the task at hand — kill the Auditor who was seated right behind Tricky. He wanted to do it then and there, after all it would be extremely easy, but having an unpredictable killing machine seated with you for dinner made that task more.. inconvenient. His hands were pinned and he didn't know what to do.

Tricky attempted to start a conversation again. "What's Ha- umm, I mean.. Steve gonna do after this?" Hank almost died inside at the fact that Tricky was so close to revealing his actual name, and that the whole plan could have collapsed on itself by then.