[ Sometimes - when it really matters - Lester can make it early to a date. Gods, he hasn't had one since he was immortal, and those were easy. He would have snapped his fingers and bam! Instant wardrobe change! New appearance!
But Lester Papadopoulos had raging acne (read: one zit) that couldn't be hidden under the best concealers, and fluffy hair that refused to be tamed by mousse or hair gel. (He'd know: he tried.) So of course, he's feeling woefully inadequate as he waits by the entrance.
He has a blank notebook, already filled with a haiku: First date jitters, whee! Can't say I ever asked for this Someone tell me to --- ]
Max!
[ Lester rises to his feet, clumsily resting a hand on the table, ] Hey, man. How're you doing?
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But Lester Papadopoulos had raging acne (read: one zit) that couldn't be hidden under the best concealers, and fluffy hair that refused to be tamed by mousse or hair gel. (He'd know: he tried.) So of course, he's feeling woefully inadequate as he waits by the entrance.
He has a blank notebook, already filled with a haiku: First date jitters, whee!
Can't say I ever asked for this
Someone tell me to --- ]
Max!
[ Lester rises to his feet, clumsily resting a hand on the table, ] Hey, man. How're you doing?