Who: Linus & Hannah What: Sorta date thingamabob- tacos and tequila! ARRRRIIIBBBBAAAA! Where: Mexican place near Linus' apartment When: Saturday night Rating: PG13/tbd Status: In progress, closed ------ Since their recent pre-Halloween rum and chili cheese fry fest, Linus had been on a rather emo, survivor's guilt rollercoaster of his own making. It had been a long time since his wife had been murdered, and it wasn't like he hadn't found himself in bed with other women since then. He just hadn't been in any kind of relationship. Just a one night stand or two, or a fling. Nothing special or anything like that. But he liked Hannah. He didn't really get her just yet, though, and that was probably part of what was driving him kind of crazy.
So, once he'd gotten his head on a little straighter, after Halloween was finally over and such, he'd decided to grow a pair. Well sort of, he hadn't actually asked her in person, or on the phone. He'd sent her a text, asking if she wanted to go to dinner. Tacos and tequila were fairly harmless, right? Sure. So that had brought him to her place. He'd picked her up and then driven back to the parking lot for his building. The Mexican place was only a few blocks from his apartment, so they could walk there and back since drinking would be involved.
Linus felt a bit uncomfortable, because it had been awhile since he'd been on a 'date,' and he wasn't even entirely sure this was technically a date. He still held the door for her, but he didn't have to hold out her chair since the waiter seated them at a cozy little booth out of the way. He took their drink order and left them with some chips and salsa. Linus was trying to think of a good conversation starter.
"So," he said. "How's work?" he almost grimaced, what a lame starter.