Jonathan's buzzing with excitement. He's getting coffee with a beautiful and sometimes terrifying woman, and he couldn't be happier. And so he sat there, gleefully looking at the menu.
"Ooh, look! They have brusketta!" he said, butchering the word 'bruschetta'. "We should get brusketta.
Mary is less excited; for her own part she mostly thought this was just to exchange life stories and get right with Jesus (so to speak) after almost killing the man. The fact that he's pretty good-looking doesn't hurt, but whatever. She doesn't go for reptiles. Even sexy single ones.
"Oh, um... sure?" she says, glancing at the menu. She'd been eyeing the burger section, but okay. Classy works too. Probably works better. "That sounds good. And, um.... what's deconstructed?"
1983 did not have deconstructed food.
MOMverse AU (I thought I'd specify for anyone else reading this)
Which he only knew because his human identity he was supposed to be assuming was supposed to be all hip and trendy, so when he was doing that he was supposed to stick to eating things that people only found at overpriced fad restaurants. And that's why he knew what a deconstructed hamburger was, but only recently learned what a mozzarella stick was. Although he still had trouble with the pronunciation of some of the fancy foods.
Mary wrinkles her nose disdainfully. "Wow, um- I think I'm good there."
Time to look elsewhere in the menu. Man, things weren't this complicated in Kansas. After a few minutes she found something- fried rice balls with cheese, sounded pretty safe. "How about the, um- aran.... arancini?" She sounded relieved at saying it right (she didn't).
Lucky for them, the waiter happened by and took their appetizer order. Once they set their menus down, Mary was the first to speak. "I gotta say, Jonathan, I'm surprised you agreed to meet."
He'd never know she wasn't saying it right. After all, he still struggled with pronouncing bruschetta.
"I have no idea what that is." He looked through his menu to find a description. "Ooh, deep fried and cheese? It's like someone went fancy with a mozzarella stick and turned it into a ball. That sounds awesome!"
After they ordered their appetizer, Jonathan set down his menu and looked at Mary.
"Why wouldn't I want to meet?" Okay, that was obvious. "I mean, yeah, you did try to kill me. There was that. That was unpleasant. But like...a beautiful and terrifying woman wants to get to know me better, how could I say no?"
Mary blinked. That hadn't occurred to her- the "beautiful" part. This lunch was supposed to be about two people connecting after a close brush with death and a heinous experience that left her in a cold sweat. It never occurred to her that he might have agreed for any other reason, like- shit, was this a date? Did he think this was a date?
Was that really so bad? Looking at him again, he... he wasn't bad-looking. At all. Sure, she was only a few months out from coming back from the dead and realizing that her husband had been dead for ten years, but... but.
It was only lunch. It didn't have to go anywhere. After a moment's consideration, she decided that was that. If it was only lunch, then that was fine. She could do that.
Okay, that was kind of adorable, and Mary couldn't help the little smile that tugged at her lips.
"It's not- not bad." How to explain this delicately, without sounding like a huge bitch. Hm. "I'm just- it doesn't matter. Let's just enjoy lunch."
On second thought, she didn't need to explain. He was gonna tell his story, she would tell hers. At the end of her story, it would be abundantly clear why she wasn't remotely expecting to date.
He kind of wanted to know what the end of the 'I'm just' statement was, but he figured he'd get back to that later. For now, he might as well change the subject, especially since he knew there were some parts of his past that might go over badly, so he wanted to get that bit over with.
"So...I'm guessing you'd like me to explain the whole...'how I got involved with the stuff you saw' thing, right?"
feel free to handwave, time-skip, or just link a wiki or something
"For starters, sure," she answers, taking a sip of her drink. Mary wants to hear his story- wants to know how the horrible images she saw in her head came to be. Clearly, the man in front of her is no hardened killer nor heartless monster- which means there's a story. An interesting one, most likely.
She'll sit there and listen calmly for as long as he talks, asking the occasional leading question or follow-up. Mostly, she just wants to hear.
There are no wikis for this show, but you can use any info in his history on his app for reference
Jonathan tells his story, which takes a while. Their appetizer arrives, and he starts eating as he continues to tell it, answering her questions as they come up. Eventually, he finishes.
"So yeah...I'm not always the best sort of person," he says, looking at her to gauge her reaction.
Granted, he started trying to fight the invasion in the end, but at first he was all for the whole...everything. Also there was that part where even after he reformed, he did take a reptilian assassin out into the woods and killed him in cold blood. So there was that.
In an alternate universe, where Mary doesn't have a husband, and where Lando didn't meet her by giving her a full, bushy beard (or maybe he did idk I'm not gonna shame you), the two agree to meet again for drinks, at a bar in Nonah, at a little secluded booth in the back. Lando orders a brandy, and gestures for Mary to order as well. He'll pay for it, of course.
In this alternate universe, Mary's husband is dead and gone (as in canon) and she and Lando absolutely met via full, bushy beard. And that shit worked, because this is Lando goddamn Calrissian, and he could set her on fire and she would still be seduced as fuck.
So she agrees to meet him for drinks, and wears something first-datey and a little scandalous: a short swing skirt probably meant for high schoolers, and a somewhat low-cut shirt absent the camisole it was definitely meant to have underneath. Leather boots. She walked in looking like she stepped off the streets in July, no sleeves except a leather cuff on one wrist, hiding her imPort tattoo. Hell, if she's gonna have disturbing, PTSD-poking fire powers and never feel cold, she may as well enjoy it, right?
She orders a whiskey- then changes her mind, and gets scotch, something a little nicer. Some part of her is self-conscious about looking like a hick in front of Lando goddamn Calrissian.
Things will be getting hot, but hopefully not so hot anyone gets set on fire. Lando couldn't care less what she ordered, he's in no position to judge, coming from a backwater planet like Socorro.
Soon enough, a waiter brings them their drinks, and Lando raises his glass in a toast. "You look absolutely stunning tonight."
Mary blushes and clinks her glass. "Thanks. It- doesn't exactly suck, not feeling the cold."
A glance down at her bare legs. She should probably feel ashamed or embarrassed or give even a single solitary fuck about dressing this way like some kind of big-city fashionista in the middle of January. But hell, you only live once. And his gaze makes her blush like she hasn't felt in a long while.
A sip (this is a good scotch, a sipping drink) and she sets her glass down. "So, what does Lando Calrissian do in a place like this, anyway?"
If she's not careful, her tone might betray that she knows about him.
"Sometimes the Porter gives you something useful for a change. Sometimes, it just gives you... well." He gestures at his facial hair with a laugh, remembering how Mary had looked with a beard.
He swirls the liquid in his glass and takes a sniff, savoring the aroma, before he sips it. "Hm. I suppose you could say he does what he would do anywhere. Try to make a place for himself in the world. Try to do right by others." And then, because I decided it's one of those corner tables where they're sitting next to each other instead of across from each other, he leans over to her, bumping her shoulder. "...Try to woo beautiful women."
She bumps back, blushing down into her drink. Something in her chest fluttered at that, at his smile. Shit, she's supposed to be just in this for the sex- she's less than a year out from coming back from the dead and discovering her husband died ten years ago. There aren't supposed to be flutters.
Mary decides to studiously ignore her feelings (the Winchester way) and meet his eyes, a smile stealing over her face. "Doing right by others, hm?" Apparently he's grown since his days of betraying Han Solo. Bless. "Sounds like an uphill battle around here."
In his defense, he had no choice but to betray Han. He had to look out for the safety of the people under his command at Cloud City. But that's a long, long ways away. And Mary is so close.
"It can be. Sometimes people get an idea in their heads of what sort of person a man is, and it can be difficult to change that impression." He's heard tell of the movies about him and his friends, and the story they show. He doesn't know whether Mary's seen them, but he's had to defend his character before, and he'll do it again.
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"Ooh, look! They have brusketta!" he said, butchering the word 'bruschetta'. "We should get brusketta.
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"Oh, um... sure?" she says, glancing at the menu. She'd been eyeing the burger section, but okay. Classy works too. Probably works better. "That sounds good. And, um.... what's deconstructed?"
1983 did not have deconstructed food.
MOMverse AU (I thought I'd specify for anyone else reading this)
Which he only knew because his human identity he was supposed to be assuming was supposed to be all hip and trendy, so when he was doing that he was supposed to stick to eating things that people only found at overpriced fad restaurants. And that's why he knew what a deconstructed hamburger was, but only recently learned what a mozzarella stick was. Although he still had trouble with the pronunciation of some of the fancy foods.
they can mind their bidness :|
Time to look elsewhere in the menu. Man, things weren't this complicated in Kansas. After a few minutes she found something- fried rice balls with cheese, sounded pretty safe. "How about the, um- aran.... arancini?" She sounded relieved at saying it right (she didn't).
Lucky for them, the waiter happened by and took their appetizer order. Once they set their menus down, Mary was the first to speak. "I gotta say, Jonathan, I'm surprised you agreed to meet."
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"I have no idea what that is." He looked through his menu to find a description. "Ooh, deep fried and cheese? It's like someone went fancy with a mozzarella stick and turned it into a ball. That sounds awesome!"
After they ordered their appetizer, Jonathan set down his menu and looked at Mary.
"Why wouldn't I want to meet?" Okay, that was obvious. "I mean, yeah, you did try to kill me. There was that. That was unpleasant. But like...a beautiful and terrifying woman wants to get to know me better, how could I say no?"
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Was that really so bad? Looking at him again, he... he wasn't bad-looking. At all. Sure, she was only a few months out from coming back from the dead and realizing that her husband had been dead for ten years, but... but.
It was only lunch. It didn't have to go anywhere. After a moment's consideration, she decided that was that. If it was only lunch, then that was fine. She could do that.
"I... I didn't realize that's why you said yes."
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Because she seemed really hesitant, now that that was out there. Which could really make this whole thing awkward, and he really didn't want it to be.
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"It's not- not bad." How to explain this delicately, without sounding like a huge bitch. Hm. "I'm just- it doesn't matter. Let's just enjoy lunch."
On second thought, she didn't need to explain. He was gonna tell his story, she would tell hers. At the end of her story, it would be abundantly clear why she wasn't remotely expecting to date.
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He kind of wanted to know what the end of the 'I'm just' statement was, but he figured he'd get back to that later. For now, he might as well change the subject, especially since he knew there were some parts of his past that might go over badly, so he wanted to get that bit over with.
"So...I'm guessing you'd like me to explain the whole...'how I got involved with the stuff you saw' thing, right?"
feel free to handwave, time-skip, or just link a wiki or something
She'll sit there and listen calmly for as long as he talks, asking the occasional leading question or follow-up. Mostly, she just wants to hear.
There are no wikis for this show, but you can use any info in his history on his app for reference
"So yeah...I'm not always the best sort of person," he says, looking at her to gauge her reaction.
Granted, he started trying to fight the invasion in the end, but at first he was all for the whole...everything. Also there was that part where even after he reformed, he did take a reptilian assassin out into the woods and killed him in cold blood. So there was that.
((OOC: Here's a link))
MoMverse AU
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So she agrees to meet him for drinks, and wears something first-datey and a little scandalous: a short swing skirt probably meant for high schoolers, and a somewhat low-cut shirt absent the camisole it was definitely meant to have underneath. Leather boots. She walked in looking like she stepped off the streets in July, no sleeves except a leather cuff on one wrist, hiding her imPort tattoo. Hell, if she's gonna have disturbing, PTSD-poking fire powers and never feel cold, she may as well enjoy it, right?
She orders a whiskey- then changes her mind, and gets scotch, something a little nicer. Some part of her is self-conscious about looking like a hick in front of Lando goddamn Calrissian.
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Soon enough, a waiter brings them their drinks, and Lando raises his glass in a toast. "You look absolutely stunning tonight."
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A glance down at her bare legs. She should probably feel ashamed or embarrassed or give even a single solitary fuck about dressing this way like some kind of big-city fashionista in the middle of January. But hell, you only live once. And his gaze makes her blush like she hasn't felt in a long while.
A sip (this is a good scotch, a sipping drink) and she sets her glass down. "So, what does Lando Calrissian do in a place like this, anyway?"
If she's not careful, her tone might betray that she knows about him.
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He swirls the liquid in his glass and takes a sniff, savoring the aroma, before he sips it. "Hm. I suppose you could say he does what he would do anywhere. Try to make a place for himself in the world. Try to do right by others." And then, because I decided it's one of those corner tables where they're sitting next to each other instead of across from each other, he leans over to her, bumping her shoulder. "...Try to woo beautiful women."
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Mary decides to studiously ignore her feelings (the Winchester way) and meet his eyes, a smile stealing over her face. "Doing right by others, hm?" Apparently he's grown since his days of betraying Han Solo. Bless. "Sounds like an uphill battle around here."
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"It can be. Sometimes people get an idea in their heads of what sort of person a man is, and it can be difficult to change that impression." He's heard tell of the movies about him and his friends, and the story they show. He doesn't know whether Mary's seen them, but he's had to defend his character before, and he'll do it again.