Not a problem. [She was practically begging to pay earlier. It’s the least she can do.]
Hmm… [Wendy plays like she’s really thinking about his question, but it’s obvious she’s hamming it up just to be difficult. Or cute. Or both. She can’t keep a straight face.]
You can do it if you want. [Head tilt.] Surprise me. I like a good surprise.
[It will, perhaps, not surprise Wendy at all to learn that the whiskey drinking hunter is used to fulfilling stereotypical gender role expectations. She already took the initiative in asking him out in the first place, expecting her to plan the date would be pushing his luck.]
Alright. I'll share the details later. [Once he figures those details out. Sometime after he's shifted the inevitable hangover from tonight.
At some point he realises he's just staring at her a little bit. He breaks his reverie with a chuckle and a shake of his head as he refocuses his attention to his drink.] I really didn't think I was your type.
Okay! [Wendy’s beaming, utterly pleased. This sort of cheerfulness isn’t her usual. Most people wouldn’t think she’s even capable of such a display of emotion. But here she is, so much liquid courage helping her out.]
Hm? [The slightest frown as she peers at him over the rim of her water glass. She’s doing water again - just in case.] Not my type? [More frowning!] What made you think that? I’m curious.
I thought you'd want someone equally as ambitious, college educated. [A moment's thought before he decides,] A handsome lawyer, maybe.
[He gets the 'workaholic/alcoholic' synchronicity they have going on, it's the rest he doesn't understand. Usually he'd just keep it to himself, but he's never lacked courage, it's a loose tongue that's the whiskey's gift tonight.]
Well - it’s not a total dealbreaker if they aren’t.
[A degree is just a piece of paper at the end of the day. Bragging rights. She has too many, and look where they’ve gotten her.
She stares at him. Did she hear him correctly?] A handsome lawyer? You think that’s my type? [She’s trying not to laugh. So hard. A hand covers her mouth, and she shakes her head. At least she’s amused.] No way, absolutely not.
[Muldoon is highly regarded in his field, but that's due to his obsession with his work rather than any kind of ambition.
He hadn't quite expected such a firm response and it leaves him blinking for a moment.]
Sounds right to me. [He grumbles though he's not really offended in any way, just surprised.] Someone smart, hardworking, but not in your field so you don't argue too much. Just debate topics and theories.
Yeah well. [The slightest little eyeroll.] What can I say - I’m full of surprises.
[Although asking him out shouldn’t count as one of them. She’s been hinting at being interested for a while now, just in her own little way. Mostly flirtatious teasing.
Water glass now empty, she sets it down. Rolls her shoulders. Takes a deep breath and then lets it go.]
[Muldoon is exceptionally astute, a keen observer, as long as it's around wildlife. It wouldn't be the first time he's been a little bit oblivious to those around him.
For now he's clear on what's going on (mostly), happy and a bit sloshed. As evident in his little grin.]
[She’s been there herself. Who hasn’t, really? Tunnel vision - it’s a thing. But also relating to people in general - it’s difficult for her and she usually tends… not to. On principle.
This is her stepping out of her comfort zone.]
Both actually. [That little grin of his is contagious - because she’s doing it too.]
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Hmm… [Wendy plays like she’s really thinking about his question, but it’s obvious she’s hamming it up just to be difficult. Or cute. Or both. She can’t keep a straight face.]
You can do it if you want. [Head tilt.] Surprise me. I like a good surprise.
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Alright. I'll share the details later. [Once he figures those details out. Sometime after he's shifted the inevitable hangover from tonight.
At some point he realises he's just staring at her a little bit. He breaks his reverie with a chuckle and a shake of his head as he refocuses his attention to his drink.] I really didn't think I was your type.
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Hm? [The slightest frown as she peers at him over the rim of her water glass. She’s doing water again - just in case.] Not my type? [More frowning!] What made you think that? I’m curious.
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[He gets the 'workaholic/alcoholic' synchronicity they have going on, it's the rest he doesn't understand. Usually he'd just keep it to himself, but he's never lacked courage, it's a loose tongue that's the whiskey's gift tonight.]
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[A degree is just a piece of paper at the end of the day. Bragging rights. She has too many, and look where they’ve gotten her.
She stares at him. Did she hear him correctly?] A handsome lawyer? You think that’s my type? [She’s trying not to laugh. So hard. A hand covers her mouth, and she shakes her head. At least she’s amused.] No way, absolutely not.
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He hadn't quite expected such a firm response and it leaves him blinking for a moment.]
Sounds right to me. [He grumbles though he's not really offended in any way, just surprised.] Someone smart, hardworking, but not in your field so you don't argue too much. Just debate topics and theories.
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But of course, once he’s done:] Being cute is also a plus. [She gestures towards him with her water glass.] Can’t forget that.
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[After a sip of his own drink he adds,] I just didn't expect it to win out over a lawyer.
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[Although asking him out shouldn’t count as one of them. She’s been hinting at being interested for a while now, just in her own little way. Mostly flirtatious teasing.
Water glass now empty, she sets it down. Rolls her shoulders. Takes a deep breath and then lets it go.]
I feel much better now.
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For now he's clear on what's going on (mostly), happy and a bit sloshed. As evident in his little grin.]
Because of the drink or the date?
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This is her stepping out of her comfort zone.]
Both actually. [That little grin of his is contagious - because she’s doing it too.]
I feel silly. Should’ve just asked before.