Blind Date

[l3wt]

Arland, despite the somewhat contrasting clothing, (had he misjudged? He had thought a casual suit wouldn't be overdressing for the occasion. It wasn't like it was a full pressed business suit complete with tie, after all.) was beginning to regain some of his confidence. It allowed him to noticeably lose some of the awkward tenseness that seemed to surround him at the moment, but he couldn't quite shake the thought that he might feel more at home in a firefight - those he knew how to handle, if nothing else. This dating business was so nebulous and that much easier to screw up.

At least you'd just get shot or blown up or something if you made a misstep in a gun battle or a fighter duel.

James took note of Nebraska's handshake - firm, rather than frail. This met with his approval. He was of the distinct opinion that one could learn quite a bit about someone by their handshake, and Nebraska's left him with a positive impression.

He made a gesture towards their surroundings.

"Well, we'll be staying here at Freeport One, if that's what you mean. As nice a docking bay as this is though, I hardly think we should be spending the entire evening standing right here. I was thinking we could go for dinner at a place a little further inside - my treat, I get hazard pay after all - and the bar's just next door from there, if that's your kind of place. Shall we?"

Taking the initiative, James led the way out of the hangar area and away from the crowds, saving conversation for when they'd gotten somewhere more quiet.

Upon reaching the intended establishment - a restaurant with a reputation for good food at affordable prices, as well as great service, even if it wasn't the fanciest place in the universe - they were given a table a little in the back, quiet and out of the way of most people coming and going.

A waiter was with them pretty much instantly once they were seated, ready to take their drink order.

"Beer, please. Preferably something brewed on Cambridge if you have it in stock."

He turned his attention to Nebraska.

"I like your ship by the way, but it sounded like the engine could use some tuning. Made an unhealthy sound when you came in for landing. What'll you have to drink?"