I recently went on a horrible first date, most of what I mentioned below regarding the date happened to me. Minus the Miranda part of course (I wish I had a Miranda). All errors are mine and mine alone. Disclaimer: Once again I have no rights to DWP, just borrowing the characters. Enjoy!

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Andrea Sachs is hating life right now. Silently, she's praying to all the deities above for a fire alarm to go off or just about anything to save her from this nightmare of a first date. She should have known, when her date had shown up fifteen minutes late, that it was a bad sign and walked away. Yet, here she sits, across from this guy that had checked off several things on her list of must have in a partner, only ten minutes into the date and she was done. The current NFL football game was more entertaining than the date.

Their conversation had started off stilted and it wasn't flowing as smoothly as it had while they were chatting via text. Her date had spent more time on his two phones than he did talking to her. Then there was his mannerisms that have been raising really big, red flags since he greeted her at the sports bar. That's the other thing that irritated her, who picks a sports bar as a first date location? Another sign she should have taken seriously, maybe then she wouldn't be stuck here enduring this first date and trying to find a way out.

'Well, if he can be on the phone, then so I can. Not like I'll be the rude one.'

Andy pulled her phone out from her purse and starts to send an 'S.O.S' text message to Nigel. They had an agreement awhile back that they will be one another's savior if they were ever stuck in a situation like this. She just hopes that he comes to her rescue quickly. 'Oh thank god the beer is here!' She nodded her thanks to the waitress then took a big gulp of her beer.

"Do you like watching football?" Her date asked.

'Be there soon.'

She silently sent a 'thank you' to the deities above for Nigel's quick response, before looking across the booth to her date. Giving, what she hopes is a convincing smile, Andy said, "Not really. I'm usually too busy with work to pay attention to the NFL games. You?"

"Same, I prefer playing video games or RPG when I'm not busy with work," He said. "Do you know The Outer Worlds?"

Andy, barely able to hear him over the sports bar noise, shook her head at whatever question he had asked. Her date smiled then proceeded to explain the RPG game. For the first time that evening, she was glad for the loud conversations around them, it saved her from listening to the explanation of a game that she had no interest in and don't foresee ever playing. Glancing down at her phone, she noticed that ten minutes have passed since Nigel had texted her. She let out a big sigh as she realized that with New York traffic, it would probably take him at least another ten minutes to get there. God if she hears another 'Woot woot' from her date, she might just scream.

"Andrea."

The low pitch, yet familiar voice reverberated loudly in Andy's head causing her to turn around hastily to look at the speaker. There Miranda Priestly stood, in all her Prada glory. Her ex-boss. Rendered speechless, she just stood there staring at Miranda, taking her in.

"Uh, excuse me," her date said. "I'm sorry, but we're in the middle of a date."

Andy winced at her date's misguided act of masculinity in front of Miranda. 'Oh boy, she's going to eat him alive.'

"Hm yes," Miranda began, before smirking and said, "Thank you for taking my wife out on such a lovely date, but I am here to bring her home."

Andy and her date both looked at Miranda in shock, with their eyes widen and mouth agape.

"W-wife?" Her date stuttered out.

Miranda ignored him and looked over at Andy. They started at one another for a few seconds, then Miranda reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face. "Are you done being mad at me, darling?" Miranda asked softly.

"I… Um…"

"Come, let's go home. The children are waiting," Miranda said, while she took Andy's hand and steered her towards the exit.

As soon as they left the sports bar, Miranda's grip on Andy's hand tightened as she pulled her towards the waiting town car. Roy opened the back door for them and Miranda motioned for Andy to go in first before following her inside. They sat in silence as Roy drove away from the sports bar. Andy was confused and torn. She didn't know how Miranda had appeared at the bar since it's not a place that Miranda Priestly, the fashion queen, would ever frequent.

"If you wanted a bad first date Andrea, all you had to do was asked me," Miranda said, breaking the silence.

Andy whipped her head around and stared at Miranda in surprise.

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Not sure if I should end it here or not. *shrug*