Reasons for celebrating (Verity)

[romeoinabox]

Birthdays really are the best time to celebrate life. Excuses are made for the best food, the finest wine, and one's favorite company. Whether with old friends or new, it really doesn't matter. So long as enjoyment is had by all, the celebration can only be called a win.

They might have been last minute plans, but Red is working just as hard to make this a dinner to remember. A table separate from the others to limit the amount of gossip they have to deal with. A bouquet of peonies and roses for Verity to bring a breath of spring into the cold winter night. And on top of it all, a tuxedo, rather than a suit, to better fit the atmosphere of their dinner destination. He would keep the hat on for now, to ward off the cold and appease his date for the evening, but it clashes terribly with the tux. It'll be coming off the moment they arrive at the restaurant.

He arrives a few minutes early to Verity's... tower residence, and he ponders momentarily on asking if she happens to live at the top or if she makes someone else live up there (because Verity is obviously not a damsel in distress). There doesn't appear to be a regular door, so he knocks carefully on where one should be.

"Yes, hello? Is Verity here? I'm here to escort her to dinner."

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[romeoinabox]

What's that saying about sleep and how it's for the weak...?

He places a hand over his heart, closes his eyes, and smiles brightly. "You make an old soul feel so young." Slowly, he opens his eyes and turns his smile to her. "Can you blame me for feeling so old on the day that bumps my age up by one every year?"

Cat's out of the bag now.

[brave_heart_verity]

Sleep is for people who don't have the nightmares.

His display gets a pleased little hum from her, and she leans back in her chair with her wine in one hand to study him. She almost wishes she had her sketch pad. Steve must be contagious. (Not just his love of art, like, all of him.)

"Oh, happy birthday! I'm sorry, I would have made you a cake if I'd known. I'll make you a cake next time you come visit. Any kind you like. It doesn't even have to be lemon."

[romeoinabox]

Red catches her free hand and holds it tightly, giving her a small smile. "Verity. If I had wanted a cake and a party, I would have asked. For me, it's enough to spend the evening with a good friend who enjoys fine wine and a fancy meal as much as me. I promise, I need nothing more than your companionship tonight." He gives her hand a small squeeze then looks up at the waiter when he comes to the table.

"Yes, an order of escargot and a bowl of the Fench onion soup to start, please. We'll figure out the rest of dinner shortly." With a nod, the waiter is off and Red turns his attention back to the woman across the table from him.

"Thank you for agreeing to come out with me tonight. I can't tell you how pleased I am." He can't, but she can sense how truthful he's being, and that's something, right?

[brave_heart_verity]

Her fingers curl comfortably around his, and for that moment, he has all her attention. She accepts what he's saying with a nod, glancing away from him only when the waiter is hovering. They're so quiet here. She idly wonders how Red would like Nana's.

"Okay. Sorry if I'm being... overbearing. I haven't had many friends and I'm still learning how to do this." God, that's embarrassing to admit. Good thing there's wine. Wine and truth; she prefers the truth. "I'm glad I came too. It's nice to enjoy your company. The food and wine are a nice bonus, too." However much humor she may try to use to lighten a situation, it's pretty clear, he's the star of the show tonight.

[romeoinabox]

Small or large, intimate or noisy - the place doesn't matter to Red. Only the company matters.

"You're not overbearing, I promise." He means it, too. "And you're doing fine. I feel spoiled already by your agreeing to come with me tonight. It's more than I truly deserve - though the wine is a nice added bonus, too." He smirks slightly. "It's certainly much better than I was expecting." The restaurant may offer French cuisine, but the wines are all from different planets or variations of Earth. He'd never heard of any of wines on the list before seeing it earlier today. It's not his new favorite by any stretch, but it's on his list of wines to find again someday.

[brave_heart_verity]

Red's got the good luck to have discerning tastes where it really matters.

And he's so kind, reassuring her like that. Hers is a grateful smile. Grateful and a little playful. "If this is spoiling you, I really have to wonder what kinds of friends you have back home." Are criminals not good friends to each other? The only example she's really seen before was Loki and Doom, and she's not sure they were friends so much as people who sometimes stop stabbing each other in the back for a little while.

"What is it like, where you're from?" Most people like to talk about that eventually, and she's very curious.