Who: John Murphy and Wanda Maximoff What: A grown-up date When: Monday evening Where: Twin City Grill Warnings: TBA Status: Closed/On-going
It hadn't taken long for Murphy to suggest going on a date to one of the restaurants at the mall -- an actual date, just the two of them. What had taken him a while was deciding on which restaurant they were going to. He'd settled on Twin City Grill, because it seemed like it was fancier than something they'd find in Madison Valley while not being overwhelming.
He was more than a little nervous about things, though damned if he was showing it. Alright, anybody who knew him well would've been able to tell, but it wouldn't come across to anybody else. He hated when other people could tell he was nervous and this was no different, even if he knew Wanda wouldn't judge him for it.
He could be a proud, stubborn bastard at times.
Murphy was grateful that Derek had agreed to watch the kids for him. Of course, the agreement had come with no small amount of smirking, but Murphy had dealt with it. He probably should've asked Wanda out on an actual date ages ago; he could accept whatever shit Derek gave him about it -- and he wouldn't take it from most people, even now.
He smiled at Wanda as they were seated. "So, scale of one to ten, how ridiculous of me would it be to tell you I think you look beautiful?" Considering he'd already said it once, accompanied by a few seconds of staring as his brain had rebooted itself.