We are going to be so mature
WHO: The Ginger Twins
WHEN: August 16th, evening; 7 PM
WHERE: Mirage - a nice looking restaurant in Shoreline
WHAT: Sibling joy-bonding time, with a grenade and a twist!
He had received the address of the location earlier and was thrilled that it was nearby. That meant he could save on gas (because the prices were fucking outrageous) and did a little good for the environment by walking. Looking quite dandy in the streets, even though he would claim that he looked perfectly 'dinner-date decent', Donald was feeling rather confident. He looked good, he felt good, and in conclusion, his dinner with Abby should be... good!
It had been a long time so he really didn't know how to meet her. It was a perpetual habit of his to bring gifts to a lady. In this case, he settled for some breath mints for his dear sister as a joke that might come in handy later on. Why, he had even spent the time to wrap it and tie a bow around it.
Donald stopped in front of the crowded restaurant and stood at the doorstep. He looked around, checked his watch, and then idly stared at the passing customers. He whipped out his cellphone and texted this to Abby:
Heya. You here? Or are you driving?
Then he sent her another text:
You know the chances of automobile death is usually from distraction.
And another:
Namely, from texting?
A gut feeling told him that she wasn't driving. He surely hoped she wasn't; he only did that to annoy her.
WHEN: August 16th, evening; 7 PM
WHERE: Mirage - a nice looking restaurant in Shoreline
WHAT: Sibling joy-bonding time, with a grenade and a twist!
He had received the address of the location earlier and was thrilled that it was nearby. That meant he could save on gas (because the prices were fucking outrageous) and did a little good for the environment by walking. Looking quite dandy in the streets, even though he would claim that he looked perfectly 'dinner-date decent', Donald was feeling rather confident. He looked good, he felt good, and in conclusion, his dinner with Abby should be... good!
It had been a long time so he really didn't know how to meet her. It was a perpetual habit of his to bring gifts to a lady. In this case, he settled for some breath mints for his dear sister as a joke that might come in handy later on. Why, he had even spent the time to wrap it and tie a bow around it.
Donald stopped in front of the crowded restaurant and stood at the doorstep. He looked around, checked his watch, and then idly stared at the passing customers. He whipped out his cellphone and texted this to Abby:
Heya. You here? Or are you driving?
Then he sent her another text:
You know the chances of automobile death is usually from distraction.
And another:
Namely, from texting?
A gut feeling told him that she wasn't driving. He surely hoped she wasn't; he only did that to annoy her.