Seymour Birkhoff (bestnerd) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2019-05-06 16:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !complete, !log, !match-up, ~2019 may, ~50 points, ~~seymour birkhoff (bestnerd), ~~~rogue (risky_touch) |
WHO Seymour Birkhoff & Rogue
WHAT Fanboy-ing
WHEN Monday evening
WHERE Homebrew
WARNINGS TBD, probably none
STATUS Closed | MATCHUP | Incomplete
Dinner was one of those catch as catch can nights since Mal was off with her boyfriend again and he'd had to stay late at the Casino working on a few things. Not that he minded, it just made food slightly less enjoyable without his family. He knew he probably could've called Nikita, dropped by, but he was trying to give her and Alex space while they got used to living together again and Alex dealing with all her stuff. It wasn't easy, losing someone you loved, and his solution was to drink. That wasn't really going to help Alex any. So he figured he'd make do for himself, just head to the diner or whatever.
Except he passed by Homebrew and remembered that Rogue worked there in the kitchen. Birkhoff had done his best to steer mostly clear of people he was familiar with in a fictional way, Rogue especially because she had her comics history instead of the movie history and that was some tough shit she had to deal with. He figured he could at least appreciate her talents from afar, so he headed inside and grabbed a table. His waitress was pretty, friendly, and got him some of the night's special since he was willing to try anything Rogue made. He hadn't had to wait long for it, said his thanks and then dug right in.
"Damn this is good," he muttered to himself. He was hungry, too, so he just kept eating. Birkhoff happened to look up a couple of bites later and saw she was out of the kitchen, actually walked near his table.
"Hey, this is really good," Birkhoff told her, keeping his hands exactly where they were. No freaking way was he going to even try. She had enough voices in her head and he didn't want to die.