Deacon was waiting for at the MTN, his hands shoved into his pockets as he leaned back against the wall idly. He wasn't anxious or fidgety as some guys might be, meeting a girl for the first time that he had only chatted with over the internet twice before. Doc was grumbling a little in his head about this new habit of meeting up with people, sight unseen, but he didn't really care. Things had gone well with Alex, hadn't they? Besides, he needed some distraction from Van Helsing's constant obsessing over what had become of Petra. There was more to life than hunting down vampires, and Deacon was determined to make the most of it.
He glanced at his watch once before shoving his hands back in his pockets, whistling absently as he waited. He was dressed casually, but nicely, in a pair of good jeans and a nice shirt; he was clean-shaven, his hair combed, and he had even thrown on a dash of cologne. He was presentable without looking like he was trying too hard or like he was trying to make more out of the occasion than he was. If all went well, he'd have a new friend, and he wasn't pushing for anything more.