Wednesday evening: Chase

[sortofaman]

So pasta without a machine was a pain in the royal arse, but the Doctor was entirely too determined to make pappardelle anyway. He'd found the same Ann Coulter novel and covered it in plastic wrap, for smashing things flat, and it had worked pretty well, after rolling it out by hand. Chase had said he liked pasta, he would get pasta, come hell,

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[dr_robchase]

Chase was ready for the date, having been anxious and had even dressed ahead of time, wearing a decent pair of slacks and wearing a navy blue button-down. He sat on the edge of his bed, fiddling with his sleeve, checking his hair one more time. He'd shaved, given his hair a bit of a cut, and was ready.

He was going on a date.

[sortofaman]

The Doctor knocked on the door at 7:01, then bounced on the balls of his feet for a moment, hoping to god that NO ONE BLOODY TOUCHED THE FOOD and that some massive clinic emergency hadn't come up.

[dr_robchase]

Chase pushed up, picking up the little tiny bouquet of yellow flowers and opening the door, hiding the flowers behind his back. "Hi. So, you my date? The agency said they'd send someone, but they never mentioned the...well..." Chase gestured vaguely with his free hand.

[sortofaman]

The Doctor snorted, then grinned a bit. "Ohhh, when you said 'tall, thin brunette' you meant a woman. Sorry about the confusion, then, I suppose you could send me back."

He looked slightly like a puppy, offset by the fond grin.