"Are you sure?" I was sweating through every pore on my body. Christ, I wish I wouldn't get this nervous about seeing Margaret.

"Yeah, dude. You look awesome!" I looked at myself in the mirror as rigby continued to spew (potentially false) compliments in my direction. I mean, I did look nicer than I did on most days I saw Margaret. I wasn't sweaty from work, or just wearing my normal clothes. Instead, I traded it for a more classed-up look. Margaret wanted to go to a new bar in town, but it wasn't my usual scene. There was probably not a single television displaying a local sports team, and no beer either. My guess is that it'll be snooty martinis and girly drinks.

Margaret said it'd just be us going out for a few drinks then heading back to her apartment, which was within walking distance. She was due to pick me up in 3 minutes.

"So, Mordecai, think you'll finally get it in tonight?" Rigby elbowed me as my face flared.

"Hey, man!" I punched him, (possibly) a little too hard. "I don't even care about that stuff with her! I just wanna play it cool. She's cool. I think I love her, dude. Like, marriage and kids kinda love- Not yet though! Jeeze, don't give me that look!"

"I think Mordecai and Margaret would be the most lovely pair!" Pops popped his head in and giggled, "Looking good, Mordecai!"

"UGH!" I exhaled loudly and slouched. "I knew I shouldn't have said anything."

"What's wrong, Mordo? Embarrassed?" Rigby narrowed his eyes and leaned up toward my ear, "If you do get it in, just promise not to treat her as rough as you treat me."

Rigby cackled as I died a thousand short, painful deaths. He was practically rolling on the floor when Margaret's car pulled into the drive. "Dude, quit it. And don't fucking say that out loud!" I kicked him on my way out, grabbing my wallet and rushing out the door, almost forgetting the flowers I'd gotten her.

just a short chapter to start things off. i'll post more soon because I have the story nearly finished. feedback appreciated, as always!