Henry had, as promised, brought an ostentatiously thick book to read while he waited for Cindy.

War & Peace really gained something the third time through, anyhow. He sat near a window, stealing sips of latter and glances out the window as he waited for his ... was this a date? It felt like one, anyhow ( Read more... )

Max had arrived (gasp!) early to make sure that everything was ready. Since he wasn't planning anything too strenuous for the first meeting, he didn't really have much to prepare for. Now he just had to hope that some people actually showed up. Because it'd be pretty dang embarrassing if they didn't.

As the first people trickled in assuming ( Read more... )

As people (hopefully) began to filter in, he stood on a chair to make his little announcement ( Read more... )

The mission was a success. There was no room for failure, no room to contemplate failure. She would find John Connor, Kate Brewster, and the twenty other targets and dispatch them quickly and cleanly. This was the mission. It was successful, even if it hadn't happened yet ( Read more... )

Deadpool was pretty sure he was gonna need to be wasted by the end of the night, but for now he was having enough fun with the cheap and not too great tasting beer. Look, it was the first day of trying to start a bowling league. Of course he was gonna get hammered ( Read more... )

It had been several years since Henry had dinner alone with a woman who wasn't Clare or Alba, so just the fact he was meeting Cindy for sushi was new and a bit strange. He knew this wasn't a date -- more a collegial dinner with someone else still trying to understand the town -- but he'd still fallen into old habits getting ready for it ( Read more... )