Who: Gar Logan and Rose Frost What: First Date Madness Where: The Bronx Zoo, but don't tell her that, it's a surprise. Warnings: Flirting and copious innuendo.
The problem with growing up around superheroes was that Gar had terrible taste in fashion. He was used to bright colors and tight pants and whatnot. He knew that Rose was probably used to it from him, had seen all his most offensively floral Hawaiian shirts, but he still felt the need to look pretty for her.
He'd gone shopping for clothes that he didn't know how he looked in. Wasn't it supposed to be girls who fretted about this kind of thing? He had thought to dress somewhat casually, given the July heat, but still a few steps up his usual "Look at me, look at me!" ensemble.
Of course, he was a green guy with pointed ears and an underbite, he didn't need the ensemble.
Gar stood outside The Frost House and rang the doorbell. It occurred to him just after that he could have just flown up to her window and spirited her away in winged horse guise--mythological animals gave him a headache, but it would have spared him the risk of a psychic in his mindspace or a father in his facespace. Damn.