May 30, 2008 22:16
A week, Rodney McKay had decided, was not a sufficient amount of time in which to plan a truly spectacular date. In fact, the date he had planned was merely spectacular, in his own humble opinion. Granted, he hadn't exactly gotten the idea on his own - he'd seen a blonde woman tugging a man out of the Compound the other day carrying a picnic basket, and that had given Rodney his Spectacular Idea: he'd make Jill a picnic! They would have it under the stars, on the beach...except the sand would get everywhere...maybe near one of the waterfalls, then, but no, there was still the sand problem. And the water problem. He also considered New Atlantis, but what if Ronon or John started trying to butt in? Or, even worse, Carson? The last time Carson had tagged along during one of his dates had been, quite frankly, traumatizing. For both of them.
In the end, he decided to do the lazy chivalrous thing and offer Jill the choice of location. He already had the food, and that was something, right? He'd also manage to acquire, through dubious means, a bottle of island-made fruit wine. He wasn't sure if it was any good, but it was the thought that counted, right? Right.
The clothes box, for once, hadn't been too difficult. Rodney managed to make it give him a short-sleeved button-up shirt of a nicely heterosexual blue color and a pair of black dress pants that looked good but really rode up in the - anyways, paired with the shiny black shoes he'd managed to find, his outfit looked good. By his standards. He had absolutely refused to ask Sheppard's advice on what to wear. He might have searched his hut looking for hair gel while he was out, however.
It was a nervous Rodney that showed up on Jill's doorstep, holding a bouquet of freshly-picked island flowers in one hand with a picnic basket draped over his arm, his free hand smoothing back his hair before lifting to knock, just once.
God, he hoped he wasn't going to make a total fool of himself.
[For Jill, dated to May 30th/31st? Ish.]
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