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Girl's Night Out - For Kate

Phoebe was revitalized being in the city. It was amazing what a few weeks in New York City can do for a girl after months on an island. Phoebe was taking advantage of it and she planned on dragging Kate with her. Who knew when they'd get this opportunity again in a city that didn't sleep. Instead of dressing for clubbing, Phoebe put on her jeans and a backless top. While she loved dressing up there were times when she loved dressing down just as much.

She picked up Kate in a taxi (god was that nice to be able to use those again) and headed toward A small jazz/blues club that had live bands but they could talk, too. It was a place that Phoebe had frequented a lot when she lived in New York. As the cab pulled up to the establishment in an old brick building she grinned over at Kate. "It's down in the basement and you almost feel like you have to say a code to get in like in the 20s."

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Kate doesn't mention the number of places in Old City that do have codes or think too hard on what she saw of Biggie giving a code to someone in that Sanctuary episode she saw. Tonight's about fun - and probably about shit Kate's so not good at talking about, but she'll deal, for Pheebs.

She tugs up the leather pants and down the burgundy micromesh over her black bra. "Been a damned long time since I could feel the sidewalk vibrating from music," she says, and it's anything but a complaint. "How'd you find this place?"

"I actually wasn't sure that it would be here." Phoebe confessed. "A guy I dated in New York took me one night and I fell in love with it. I loved the vibe. I was hoping that it was here when the island changed." She smiled over her shoulder as they walked down the small stairs to the door.

Phoebe pushed it open and was assaulted by sound and memories. All of them good. "And I wanted to share a little of my memories with you." She laughed, "Damn, they recreated everything. It's perfect. Welcome to Smalls, Kate."

It's like something in this city is pushing them toward talking about all that shit Kate's not good at. Or maybe it's Pheebs, subconsciously wanting to talk about Trip, who knows? But 'a guy I dated in New York' calls up the memory of Neal the other night and, suddenly, Kate's face can't decide whether to scowl or grin like a Cheshire cat.

She decides for it, putting on a little bit of a smirk, while she glances around. "Not my usual kind of place, but it's got potential." Her elbow catches Phoebe lightly in the ribs. "C'mon, let's get a drink."

"Or five." Phoebe led Kate through the few tables and bypassed the bar to head to their own table. It wasn't called Smalls for nothing. It was definitely small but that was one of the reasons that Phoebe liked it. "I wish that I could show you P3. That would have been more your style." She smiled over at her friend. "Indie music and pulsing crowds."

Kate drops herself into a chair, hooking her feet around the legs as she leans forward on her elbows against the table. "These days, my style's more--" Manhattan uptown. 'Bespoke' suits and flowers, Freelander? "Anywhere I can get five minutes with no Elvis or screaming Lilos."

Phoebe laughs and motions for the bartender. "Well I think this one can work. I can guarantee no Elvis anyway." She paused a beat before she said, her eyes sparkling, "except maybe Blue Suede Shoes."

Kate mimes covering her head with a pillow. "I swear I didn't think it was possible to hate that song."

The cocktail waitress who comes over arches an amused eyebrow at Kate's antics and Kate shrugs, a little come hither in her eyes that feels all kinds of wrong. She commits to the bit long enough to make sure they get great service, then puts it away, trying not to think about the last time she turned her flirt off.

"Gotta say, this is better than Victorian London."

"A lot better." Phoebe agreed, and she also noticed that Kate had put her flirt on hold, which she made a mental note to ask about. "But, I have to admit, it's hard to know that we're not really there. I can't imagine what it's like for people from New York." She scrunched up her nose. "If we were in a ghost version of San Francisco I think that would hurt a lot to know you were kind of home but still not."

"I thought I was over it," Kate admits, watching the cocktail waitress's ass and wishing she was interested in it, but she's just so not. "Then I took that dream-trip home--" With Neal. "And it all sucked all over again."

She catches her bottom lip in her teeth, snagged on a worse thought. "At least we're old enough to get the millions of ways life isn't fair. If we went back to Hawaii, I don't think Lilo'd ever stop screaming." But she might, if Nani wasn't there.

Phoebe winced thinking about how that would affect Lilo or other young kids on the island. "Oh, I think that would be horrifically cruel, even if they sort of understood it wasn't really their home." She looked at Kate, "when you took the trip home, did it feel like you were there and not just lucid dreaming?"

She remembered feeling the flames licking her body when she'd had the vision of her future self dying. There hadn't been blisters, but it felt like they were there for a few minutes after she woke up.

"It definitely felt like I was there," Kate says and reaches for the beer that just hit the table. It's real Guinness, and Kate's taking advantage of it to drink lots and to skip right on over thinking any more about the way the island screws over kids like William. Because she's not letting that happen to Lilo. No. Fuck no.

She takes a sip, thinks of Will, and shakes her head again at a life where the only people she trusted for years are people she hardly sees. It's okay, though, and that's the weird thing. She'll drink the Guinness in new daddy's honor and try to catch up with him in a few days.

"The only thing that wasn't real about it was that Neal was with me and that didn't even seem not real. I knew it probably was one of those dream things the whole time, but it didn't change anything."

"Sounds intense. Sort of like one of my visions. You know on some level that what you're seeing isn't really happening but it feels like it is." Phoebe watched Kate, "and how was it with Neal? Did it feel comfortable and normal having him in your world?"

"No, it didn't even seem like it wasn't happening," Kate corrects her. "It's more like this. It's happening, but unless the island does something totally new, we'll be back on the island next month. And I knew I'd be back in my bed where I fell asleep in three days." Three days island time, but that wasn't really the point.

She sips her Guinness and shrugs, not wanting to ignore the question about Neal and make a bigger issue out of it. "It was awhile ago, so it was strange, Neal being the one who went with me. He didn't really fit in, you know, but he didn't not fit either. It's just...like me going to an opera."

"So you knew what was happening at least subconsciously." Phoebe found that fascinating. It was one of the reasons why she'd gone for a degree in psychology, the human mind. Phoebe also found it fascinating that Neal had been the one to go with Kate. Was it something island did or did Kate's subconscious want him there so he was?

"Does Neal remember it, too? I mean did it feel like his world to him while he was there or was it like Victorian England? Very much aware that it's not your place and time but a cool adventure."

"He knew it wasn't his world. We both did. We both knew it was an island thing, or probably an island thing. Because it's like..."

She sips her beer and tries to figure out how to explain any more clearly than she already has.

"If you woke up tomorrow and were back in your world with someone from the island, you'd know that it was probably like the thing that happened to me and Neal. You wouldn't be sure until you woke up again, but it's more like getting instantly transported home than anything else."

Phoebe sighs, "I get what you're saying, but I think that I'd be so happy that I was back with my sisters that I might not realize it wasn't reality even with someone from the island with me. Unless it was someone like Trip though even then I'd think that he'd time traveled or the island time traveled him back to my world. Now, if I still didn't have any magical powers, then I'd know."

Even so, it would be hard to want to 'wake up' except Kate had Lilo to make her want to. Phoebe wasn't so sure that she'd ever come out of it.

"Rule of thumb: always expect the worst from the island." Kate's smile takes on a bitter little twist and her fingers reach for the bracelet from Garris-the-future fiance before she realizes she's not wearing it. Thinking back, she probably hasn't had it on since...

The date.

She sighs and drinks her Guinness down at least an inch, then deflects the question that's definitely coming with, "So you and Trip, huh?"

Phoebe didn't need her empathic abilities to know when someone didn't want to talk about a subject and Kate practically screamed it. She let it slide, but made a mental note to find out what happened in Kate's dream at another time.

"I don't know if there's a me and Trip, but there could be." She was wise enough to know that it would always be like Vegas. What happened on the island stayed on the island and there wouldn't be anything beyond that. A few centuries took care of that. It wasn't like Kate and Declan where you knew there was a possibility of beyond the island.

"You know it's cool with me, right? If you two start banging each other and not me?" Not that there hadn't been plenty of share-and-swap that went on there, but she figured Pheebs was the kind of friend who'd be all weird about codes and shit like that.

"I think it's great." The thing is, she might not have, what with how her friendly and better than friendly fucks keep choosing other people over her. But Pheebs and Trip both deserve someone without her baggage. Neal's...sort of matches at least.

Kate would have been surprised at how close her and Phoebe's baggage was if they ever got talking that deeply. It wasn't that Phoebe didn't trust Kate to keep her secrets, it was more that she was ashamed of how she'd been. Phoebe could blame it on having the child of the Source inside of her at the time but the truth was, there was a darkness in Phoebe that the Source fed.

Phoebe hadn't realized that her muscles had been a little tight until they began to loosen. "You sure? I mean this is the first time for me standing on this side of the fence." Usually it was either her running when it looked like someone wanted a commitment or watching others choosing someone that wasn't her.

With someone else, except maybe Will or Jimmy, Kate might've flipped off a bullshit yeah and let it go at that. For Pheebs, she takes a minute to think it through, shrugs and takes another long sip off her beer.

"Yeah, I'm sure. As long as I'm still your go-to for threesomes." That is bullshit and her smirk pretty much says it. "Seriously. It's fine. Consider this your friendly neighborhood shovel speech. He gets one too."

"You will be the very first one I would turn to for all my threesome needs." Phoebe assured him with a smirk of her own. It was half teasing, half truth. "Consider me duly threatened." She paused a beat, then added, "anyone I should be giving the shovel speech to?"

Kate cocks an eyebrow at her, like are you fucking kidding me? but she can't sustain it, and ends up slumping down into her seat. "Promise him unicorns and rainbows instead. The shovel'd just be a turn-on." She's pretty sure challenges and danger are Neal's Kryptonite.

Phoebe motioned the waitress over and ordered a bottle of whiskey with two glasses. This talk would require it. She was actually very happy for Kate with the caveat that she didn't want to see her friend hurt again when he left or she did. "I'm going to guess Neal with the going home with you dream." Phoebe made a Girl Scout hand gesture even if she'd never been one. "I solemnly swear that I will promise to rain down unicorns, rainbows and kittens on him instead of a shovel."

It would also explain the volume turned down on the flirting with the waitress.

That makes Kate snort, a little rough, but definitely amused. "I would pay to see Neal wrapped in unicorns, rainbows, and kittens." Her mouth twitches, fingers rub against the grain of the table. "Hell, I'd probably pay to see Neal wrapped in shovels. With how he looks in a suit, I'd say it'd be worth it."

No matter how much she tried to tell herself it was, though, the suit and the date, were not the problem.

"You know back in San Francisco I could literally blanket him in unicorns and rainbows." Phoebe's own lips twitch as she said it. "I even know a leprechaun that could be a real pain in the ass to him if I asked."

"Back in Old City, I'll see your unicorns and rainbows with Bigfoot, a mermaid, and raise you an annoying flying guy," Kate cracks, but then she's back to remembering the way Neal threaded his fingers with hers when she found him in the Sanctuary.

Which leads to her remembering the date, and her reaching for the whiskey because seriously, what the fuck? Blindsiding a girl with a suit and flowers is so not fair.

Phoebe watched Kate pour a drink but didn't say anything. She just took the bottle when Kate was done and poured her own glass.

"Annoying flying guy?" She laughed, "I think that pretty much trumps pain in the ass leprechaun."

"Yeah, he's like less than a foot tall. Drives me batshit. Pulling my hair and calling me Katie." When he wasn't calling her worse things, but she's not bringing that to this table.

She sips the whiskey and gives Phoebe's expectant look a little shrug. "You expecting a blow by blow? 'Cause I gotta say, there've been a lot of blows." Yeah, she meant it just like that.

Phoebe snickered at the comment about blows, "I wouldn't expect anything less." Then her snicker turned into a full blown laugh as a thought came to her. "You wonder if hookers ever get as bored with their jobs as we do? Pun intended."

As much as she loved and had a great variety with her advice column, there were still moments of same shit, different day.

"I never get bored with a hooker's job," Kate deadpans, and then smirks. Hard. Blow jobs are the ultimate power trip, and even if Kate's just as happy (sometimes happier) to be on the bottom side of that, there are days giving up control is the last fucking thing she wants.

Like, pretty much every day with Neal right now. She still has no idea what's going on in his head. At least Sawyer gave it up in his eyes. But Neal's so good, she can't read him. Or maybe she's just too scared to try.

Phoebe laughed, "smart ass. That wasn't what I meant, but point taken."

Kate grins, drains her whiskey and pours them both another. She doesn't drink that much these days, but there's nothing to stop her tonight.

She nudges Phoebe's glass across the table to her. "To blowjobs. Giving them, and bringing the boys to their knees."

Phoebe clicked her glass against Kate's in a salute with a grin before she took a deep drink. "Amen, sister."

She realized as she said that, that Kate was an odd combination of friends with benefits and sister. (not in a Flowers in the Attic way) But Kate got her a lot more than Piper, Prue or Paige ever would. Sort of in the way that Cole got her though Kate had never seen that dark side of her.

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