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maskormenacelogs2014-04-09 02:30 am
notdaredevil) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-04-09 02:30 am
oh, if I could only coax you overboard,
WHO: Matt Murdock and Lillian Crawley-Jeffries
WHERE: by the sea, by the sea, by the beautiful sea...
WHEN: March 23 (backdated like whoa)
WHAT: Not-a-date lunch date
WARNINGS: Two adults who should know better being ridiculous?
[Matt's not really sure what he's doing, to be honest. He should be spending his lunch (and maybe his afternoon) into cases and research, trying to figure out a starting point for the plans he needs to put in motion. He'll need to give Frank a target soon, a goal; he'll need to figure out a solution for Harvey slightly more permanent than loose conditions. At some point, he needs to get back together with Kate; he needs to take the bar and get out of this government-handout job (an ugly way to put it, but he can't think of a better one, sadly.) And yet here he is, propositioning Lillian Crawley-Jeffries for lunch. And not just lunch: an adventure lunch.
The justification of course would be that she's having a difficult time, and he should be a good friend (with no Foggy here to point out how utterly selfish he can be at times.) Or that he needs to blow off some steam (again, no Foggy here to point out how unlike him that is, quite like this, how he used to be grim and serious and far off from the time he might have casually invited a woman to the beach.) But this is Florida and he can take a few hours off to go do something that's not work. A few hours are not going to make a difference in a case like this.
So he hangs outside the sandwich shop, jacket and tie abandoned back at the office, shirt sleeves rolled up, the picture of casual loitering. Except for how he's listening through the crowd for the sound of her heartbeat, waiting to catch a scrap of the smell of her perfume. Been awhile, since he'd done that.]
WHERE: by the sea, by the sea, by the beautiful sea...
WHEN: March 23 (backdated like whoa)
WHAT: Not-a-date lunch date
WARNINGS: Two adults who should know better being ridiculous?
[Matt's not really sure what he's doing, to be honest. He should be spending his lunch (and maybe his afternoon) into cases and research, trying to figure out a starting point for the plans he needs to put in motion. He'll need to give Frank a target soon, a goal; he'll need to figure out a solution for Harvey slightly more permanent than loose conditions. At some point, he needs to get back together with Kate; he needs to take the bar and get out of this government-handout job (an ugly way to put it, but he can't think of a better one, sadly.) And yet here he is, propositioning Lillian Crawley-Jeffries for lunch. And not just lunch: an adventure lunch.
The justification of course would be that she's having a difficult time, and he should be a good friend (with no Foggy here to point out how utterly selfish he can be at times.) Or that he needs to blow off some steam (again, no Foggy here to point out how unlike him that is, quite like this, how he used to be grim and serious and far off from the time he might have casually invited a woman to the beach.) But this is Florida and he can take a few hours off to go do something that's not work. A few hours are not going to make a difference in a case like this.
So he hangs outside the sandwich shop, jacket and tie abandoned back at the office, shirt sleeves rolled up, the picture of casual loitering. Except for how he's listening through the crowd for the sound of her heartbeat, waiting to catch a scrap of the smell of her perfume. Been awhile, since he'd done that.]