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Date Night
Nov. 26th, 2004 10:34 amCharlie lays out his entire meager wardrobe on the bed and frowns at it. He has two pairs of jeans and a few t-shirts, and two sweatshirts both worn so often the fabric starting to look thin in places.
He sighs, wishing the bar weren't out of commission so he could request some nicer clothes, and pulls on the newer pair of jeans and newest t-shirt. Attempts at smoothing his hair have tamed it somewhat, though it's always a losing battle; and he even trimmed his beard a bit.
He can't remember the last time he went on an actual date. He's more nervous than he was before his very first.
He sighs, wishing the bar weren't out of commission so he could request some nicer clothes, and pulls on the newer pair of jeans and newest t-shirt. Attempts at smoothing his hair have tamed it somewhat, though it's always a losing battle; and he even trimmed his beard a bit.
He can't remember the last time he went on an actual date. He's more nervous than he was before his very first.
