[backdated to Sept 3]
Henry had dressed conscientiously for his date with Sally; casual, but not too casual, selecting a decent pair of jeans and a polo shirt. It wasn't necessarily what he would have normally worn, but he wasn't about to wear a Scooby-Doo shirt on a date, and the clothes box still seemed to get a fuckin kick out of providing him with millions of the things.
He'd cobbled together a surprisingly nice-looking bouquet of wildflowers, tied with a piece of string. The date wasn't going to be anything especially spectacular, given their limited choices - just dinner at The Winchester and maybe a stroll along the beach in the moonlight afterward - but Henry hoped he at least hadn't lost the trick of showing a woman a good time. He was a little out of practice, after all, not having dated hardly at all since he and Rhonda got divorced.
Arriving in the compound, Henry did a quick breath check as he swung into the rec room (all good there) and headed across to the entrance to the dorm where Sally lived.
He'd cobbled together a surprisingly nice-looking bouquet of wildflowers, tied with a piece of string. The date wasn't going to be anything especially spectacular, given their limited choices - just dinner at The Winchester and maybe a stroll along the beach in the moonlight afterward - but Henry hoped he at least hadn't lost the trick of showing a woman a good time. He was a little out of practice, after all, not having dated hardly at all since he and Rhonda got divorced.
Arriving in the compound, Henry did a quick breath check as he swung into the rec room (all good there) and headed across to the entrance to the dorm where Sally lived.