[oom; dinner with fi]
This, Max thinks, is ridiculous.
He just met Fiona, and the only reason they ended up in bed together was because she was probably just bored and looking for something to do (pun intended), and now he's pacing circles down in the bar, waiting for her to show up to dinner.
And the only reason he wanted her to come to dinner with him was so he could ease his own mind. He cannot, in good conscience, base a relationship entirely on sex. He is not that kind of guy, never has been, and never will be.
He's gone tieless for the evening, sporting a snappy, dark gray suit with cuff links he can't stop twisting around. He's early, he knows, but he's always early. He had time to get the waitrats to set up a table for him (near the fireplace, as promised) and had time to get more flowers (purple ones, this time) from the bar (he asked her if she thought he was overdoing it - a napkin responded You can never overdo it.) and now... he's pacing. Endlessly, it seems. It's been a long time since he's been on a real date, and he's nervous.
"Why do women take so long to get ready?" he asks a passing rat, who shrugs at him.
"Gah."
He just met Fiona, and the only reason they ended up in bed together was because she was probably just bored and looking for something to do (pun intended), and now he's pacing circles down in the bar, waiting for her to show up to dinner.
And the only reason he wanted her to come to dinner with him was so he could ease his own mind. He cannot, in good conscience, base a relationship entirely on sex. He is not that kind of guy, never has been, and never will be.
He's gone tieless for the evening, sporting a snappy, dark gray suit with cuff links he can't stop twisting around. He's early, he knows, but he's always early. He had time to get the waitrats to set up a table for him (near the fireplace, as promised) and had time to get more flowers (purple ones, this time) from the bar (he asked her if she thought he was overdoing it - a napkin responded You can never overdo it.) and now... he's pacing. Endlessly, it seems. It's been a long time since he's been on a real date, and he's nervous.
"Why do women take so long to get ready?" he asks a passing rat, who shrugs at him.
"Gah."