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[fever_crusade]

When she asked for advice on the subject of dating, she had been told "practice makes perfect."

This seemed true enough, and would have worked fine if Martha wasn't too skiddish to go out and find someone to practice with. Instead, she has turned to her fellow senator from Kansas, who in the last year or so has proven to be perhaps her only true

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[mutantwatch]

Robert is already there, seated at a table in one of the restaurant's quieter corners, although the place is hardly packed. He's looking particularly dapper - a haircut, and Nic leaving out appropriate clothes for him had seen to that - and he's currently working his way through a pitcher of water. A night off from the campaign trail is more than welcome, particularly if he somehow manages to help Martha with her little relationship problem. Trouble is, as he'd said to JP just the other day, he has no idea why anyone would want to take relationship advice from him, of all people.

But he stands up when he sees her, and smiles, stepping out from the table to give her a welcoming hug. "Hi, how are you? Did you find the restaurant okay?"

[fever_crusade]

She's still a little frazzled from all the trouble the evening has brought so far. "Finding the restaurant wasn't a problem. It was just...everything leading up to it," she replies, with a sigh, as she sits down across from him. "My meeting with Durbin ran until blood was pouring out of my ears, then my car broke down, and I couldn't catch a cab, and...I took the metro."

Normally she wouldn't be so snobbish about the whole thing, but when she'd taken office, the first thing she had been warned about was that - never take the metro. She understood why the first time she took the train to Metro Center and nearly got herself killed.

She picks up the wine menu and begins scanning the contents. "But. I'm here. And I'm not the least bit nervous, or rambling, or anything like that." Lies. All lies.

When the waiter shows up, she closes the wine list, looks at Robert apologetically, then orders herself a glass of Riesling. "I'm going to need it."

[mutantwatch]

At least he's smiling. It's a relief to find someone who appears about as nervous as he usually does on dates. "Well, I hear it's very good. Trouble with Durbin?" He takes a sip of water and glances at the waiter before ordering a salad. "I seem to live on water and vitamin pills these days. My wife despairs of me."

[fever_crusade]

She shrugs. The majority whip gives her so much trouble these days that she'd rather not think about it. "The usual," she replies with surprising ease. "He just seems to be under the impression that since we're both from Midwestern states that our 'working relationship' should be...more intimate." She opens up the actual menu and begins scanning down the list. "Though I swear, most days, I hardly consider Illinois to be Midwestern."