clawing my way through all the valentines requests. should ahve them done by the end of tomorrow. too tired to respond to all of the love. will after i get home from work and post more drabble-y goodness-fireun
First dates were a bitch. First dates that fell on a holiday were the worst. There were arcane expectations, which were not only irrational, but impossible as well. There were things a guy just didn't think to do when he was prepping for the First Date.
It was a good thing Jean Havoc was a sort of expert on first dates (which was not at all meant how that ass of a colonel usually pointed it out. Jean just managed to attract many women, but deigned to keep few. He was picky, not desperate. Not at all…)
A quick check to make sure tonight's dates name was written on the inside of his matchbook (just in case…), and he was off to pick up Vivian, roses and chocolates under one arm, smile spread liberally over his usually sardonic features.
False start- scramble back to the apartment, double check exactly which exclusive restaurant Maes managed to snag him reservations at last minute (did everyone in Central owe that man a favor!) and then attempt to leave one more time.
It always felt good to drive a military owned car up to a woman's house, and take her to a restaurant you booked forty-five minutes ago in a blatant use of military clout, and watch her be impressed. Hell, if you couldn't use the uniform to pick up chicks it wasn't worth all the actual work.