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[thenormalsquint]

Who: Angela and Bruce
What: The tables are turned on the billionaire playboy. Or something like that.
Where: Some cheap diner in Howl Barrow
When: Misdi evening
Warnings: None

Hunkered down in a back booth is Angela, sipping on a tall glass of ice water. Sure, she has a sweet tooth and would rather drink iced tea, but even though they said what she ordered earlier was iced tea, it really tasted like some funky bush water with a squirt of lemon. Deciding to play it safe for now, Angela peruses the menu, looking for anything familiar to order whenever Bruce shows up. If she's lucky and her prayers are answered, maybe he'll be carrying a bottle of hot sauce she can steal and cover whatever she orders. Which is what she usually does anyway, regardless of where she eats.

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[caballero]

In a display that is wholly typical, Bruce almost doesn't show.

Not because he's inherently against being here, or that Angela isn't perfectly lovely. But he's certain this is supposed to be a date, and not only do the conventions of dating irk the ever-loving hell out of him these days, the last (real) date that he went on (as himself - or rather, as Tom, which is as close as he comes) was with someone whose idea of closure was to let Bruce railroad any progress they might have made in favor of petty text messages and self-depreciating accusations of daddy issues.

(It says something about him, that he doesn't blame himself for the railroading, but for the other party for allowing it.)

... But it's not Angela's fault that Bruce has catalogues of issues on back order, and it's not like he isn't capable of enjoying this. He's just lacking in one of the usual suspects to threaten him with a dinner fork (Alfred) or an axe (Enfys) into going out and behaving like a normal person for a few minutes, so he's left with fifty percent Hasi and fifty percent his own devices - which is why he shows up a slim three minutes late and looking a little sheepish, if otherwise pleasant.

He raises one hand in greeting, that same brief, small smile on his face as he does, and he slips into the booth across from Angela.

"Hi."