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riverviewlogs2018-01-14 04:13 pm
storradr) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-01-14 04:13 pm
Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps. [closed]
who: ragnar, sif, thor, and bryn
what:a complete disaster dinner
when: middle of the month sometime. after paintball.
where: a steak house
warnings: possible language, passive aggressiveness, glares, hot bearded australian vikings. will update with more if they come up.
At some point, this had all made sense in Ragnar's head.
He'd wanted to meet Bryn for some time now, so he'd made a perfectly reasonable suggestion to Thor while they were drinking - they should all feast together. They'd settled on a steakhouse after a few suggestions by some other people who had been drinking near them. They'd been told no one had to cook in these places, they could just show up and they would pay for whatever they ate and drank. It sounded perfect.
All fine.
Now, where he went wrong was when he was going to leave the barracks, ready to head to the steakhouse, he'd crossed paths with Sif... and had promptly invited her to 'come eat with him' after asking her if she had any other plans. Honestly, he hadn't put much thought into that particular part. The two of them were good, 'courting', or... doing whatever it was they were doing and Thor was an old friend.
It'd be fine.
"Good. They are already here," He smiled over at Sif and caught her expression. And then he suddenly realized what a horrible mistake he had made.
"So... This is Bryn," His smile looked a little forced, panicked, as he gave her a nod, "Thor has told me much about you. It is... good to finally meet you in person. So... very good."
He was so fucked.
what:
when: middle of the month sometime. after paintball.
where: a steak house
warnings: possible language, passive aggressiveness, glares, hot bearded australian vikings. will update with more if they come up.
At some point, this had all made sense in Ragnar's head.
He'd wanted to meet Bryn for some time now, so he'd made a perfectly reasonable suggestion to Thor while they were drinking - they should all feast together. They'd settled on a steakhouse after a few suggestions by some other people who had been drinking near them. They'd been told no one had to cook in these places, they could just show up and they would pay for whatever they ate and drank. It sounded perfect.
All fine.
Now, where he went wrong was when he was going to leave the barracks, ready to head to the steakhouse, he'd crossed paths with Sif... and had promptly invited her to 'come eat with him' after asking her if she had any other plans. Honestly, he hadn't put much thought into that particular part. The two of them were good, 'courting', or... doing whatever it was they were doing and Thor was an old friend.
It'd be fine.
"Good. They are already here," He smiled over at Sif and caught her expression. And then he suddenly realized what a horrible mistake he had made.
"So... This is Bryn," His smile looked a little forced, panicked, as he gave her a nod, "Thor has told me much about you. It is... good to finally meet you in person. So... very good."
He was so fucked.