diggerharkness (diggerharkness) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-10-16 22:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | captain boomerang, golden glider |
Who: Lisa Snart & Digger Harkness
When: Tuesday, October 16th, 2012
Where: Dinner, and later dancing in NYC
What: Night out
Rating: R because of swearing
After Lisa's proposal for a night out via post-it, Digger's mood had actually brightened a bit. There were more than a few lingering feelings regret after his meeting with Owen. But he'd been in the right. The kid didn't need him around, trying to get into his life after he'd done well without him there. His presence would only fuck it up, and distance was better.
When she-Snart had promptly informed him that there'd be dinner and then dancing, he'd realized that his usual clothes wouldn't do. Hence a trip to see Gambi, who'd almost fallen over from shock. The Aussie rarely dressed in anything new until it fell apart at the seams. "Keep it simple," the Aussie had growled in response to Gambi's delighted look. "Don't wanna look fuckin' ridiculous, just presentable." And they'd actually agreed on the final product, except for shoes. Digger had insisted that his boots work just fine. "Broken in, and steel toed. Can't find that in high fashion." After that, he'd sprung for a shave and a haircut from a barber. Couldn't hurt, after all.
He thought he'd been gracious when he'd told Lisa she could pick the place for dinner. But then one cab-ride later, he was staring incredulously at a menu with prices he'd only seen listed with weaponry. The restaurant had one of those posh one word names, and enough silver on the table to fund at least five future Rogue projects. The Aussie's eyebrow arched even more when the actual food arrived, in portions far too small to be believed. "Y'got be fuckin' kiddin' me," he said to Lisa.