Ford hadn't expected a date tonight. If you had asked him this morning what he'd be doing tonight -- well, first he would have said, 'I don't know' and then he would have said, 'Nothing.' Well, this most certainly was not nothing. It was a very something something and if he even used that term if only in his head -- but he was getting off track
( ... )
Hey, he couldn't help the slouch. This was enemy territory here, was what this was.
Okay, so 'enemy territory' was a little strong of a phrase. 'Unfamiliar terrain', perhaps. 'Weird grounds'. 'Middle of fucking nowhere and he wasn't entirely sure what was going on or how to go about this shit'. All of which applied to the situation right about now.
And it wasn't just stepping outside of the comfortable familiarity of Cafe Huh?, a place he found himself commonly frequenting, thank you Sadie and the Po Boys and your constant shows and entertainment. Java Lava was a place he'd heard of, hadn't really been to other than stopping in for a quick coffee on his way to... wherever. Max had been in New York for a while, it wasn't like he didn't know anything outside of his tiny little Lower East Side world.
It was this whole thing, though. Dating? Who did this shit anyway? Making plans for coffee and promising fond footsies under the table. Sure, Ford had mentioned a hell of a lot more than that - and Max could think of a few things himself
( ... )
Ford realized it hadn't been the most suave opening line but he hadn't thought about what he might say. There was no preparation and with no preparation came the asking of how Max was doing -- which was obvious. Max was on a date with Ford and most likely horny as well. But, the end result of the date was inevitable. It was just important to get through the first part. The talking, the coffee, and maybe the food
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Max actually laughed a little at that, which... well, not to get all melodramatic and that, but it was hard to charm a genuine one of him these days, not unless you were a certain Jude Feeny. But... well. He was working back into the groove of things again. It was a work in progress, he'd get over himself. "Well, shit, we left little Timmy at the soccer fields again. Child services isn't gonna be so happy about that. I'm thinking of baking our social worker an apple pie
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Okay, so 'enemy territory' was a little strong of a phrase. 'Unfamiliar terrain', perhaps. 'Weird grounds'. 'Middle of fucking nowhere and he wasn't entirely sure what was going on or how to go about this shit'. All of which applied to the situation right about now.
And it wasn't just stepping outside of the comfortable familiarity of Cafe Huh?, a place he found himself commonly frequenting, thank you Sadie and the Po Boys and your constant shows and entertainment. Java Lava was a place he'd heard of, hadn't really been to other than stopping in for a quick coffee on his way to... wherever. Max had been in New York for a while, it wasn't like he didn't know anything outside of his tiny little Lower East Side world.
It was this whole thing, though. Dating? Who did this shit anyway? Making plans for coffee and promising fond footsies under the table. Sure, Ford had mentioned a hell of a lot more than that - and Max could think of a few things himself ( ... )
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