Blind Date

The BLIND DATE Meme

The Blind Date meme. Pretty self-explanatory. No matter how awkward and unexpected they might be, there is always something exciting about them. Who is your company for the evening going to be? Will it be a person of your innermost dreams or someone you absolutely can't stand? And most importantly...

How are you going to handle it?

What do:
1. Post with your character! They're now in the middle of a blind date.
2. Comment to each other! When you do that...
3. Go to Random.org and roll a single die!

1.
First date
-- You've never been out on a date before, so someone's decided to give you a helping hand.
2.
On the rebound
-- You're recovering from a painful breakup, but your friends/family think they found a great person for you anyway.
3.
Not strangers at all
-- Someone thought you didn't know your date. Turns out you know them from somewhere.
4.
Hideously awkward
-- Hey wait, that's your ex/boss/doctor/distant family member! Or, even worse, it's that person you absolutely despise. This will go well!
5.
Existing partner
-- You two are just acting like strangers to spice up your love life.
6.
Future spouse
-- Unfortunately, you have to have an arranged marriage. Fortunately, you get to meet that special someone for a date beforehand. How will the night go?
7. ...or, instead of rolling, come up with your own scenario!

4. Play out the date. This meme can be completely fluffy, smutty, or hilarious. If you don't want smut, you can put that in your subject. It doesn't even have to be romantic.

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[Interested in someone deciding that two broken losers need to bump ships in the night?]

[Oh absolutely.
Murdock decides setting up his client and Jessica is the best worst idea ever?]

[She wasn't this desperate. She was doing this as a favor. She kept telling herself that as she sat in the back booth at the pub, three bottles of beer already finished and pushed to the side as she worked on her fourth, waiting for someone Matt had told her that she needed to meet. There'd been a smug smile on his face when he'd said it and she'd thrown a book at his head.

Jackass had caught it. He'd had that stupid smile for days beforehand and he'd even offered her some pro bono work on a client she'd had that had needed help Jessica couldn't give her. A little guilt and maybe a little bit of realizing how long it had been since she'd actually been on a date had made her agree to it. That and knowing that if (when) it turned to shit, she could go find Matt and throw him off a bridge and feel totally justified in doing so, because her misery would definitely be his fault.

She kept telling herself that as she peeled the label off bottle number four, adding it to the stack she'd started and wondering if maybe her 'date' hadn't figured out who he was meeting up with and done the smart thing and opted out. More reasons to punish Matt. Jessica sat there, peeling strips off the label and imagining all the horrible, terrible things she was planning to do to a blind guy and not feeling even a little bit guilty about it.]

[Matt Murdock is a stubborn asshole. Okay it worked in his favor when he argued for Bucky's freedom and very limited parole, but now here he is calling in a favor.

Smug jerk.

Still, Bucky doesn't balk too much. Murdock is a good guy and he promised that the lady he was going to meet was of a similar nature.

You know, whatever that means.

So he might be a little late, dithering at the door until Foggy shoved him through it.

Wow. She's beautiful.]

Uh. Jessica? I'm Bucky.

[She glances up at the figure that says her name, and there's a moment of quiet, because oh no he didn't. She knows that face; both from history class field trips to the Smithsonian and a few more recent flashes of said face during a manhunt. Huh. This had to be some kind of joke.

She just wasn't sure what the punchline was. Her gaze flicked to the hand covered in a glove, then back up to a very pleasant to look at face. And now she figured out why she hadn't gotten a name from Murdock. Just a mysterious "He'll know yours and you'll get it when he gets there" comment that she was going to twist his panties over later. Jerk.

And it was about a half a minute later that she realized she hadn't said anything yet. A peel of the label dropped from her fingers, and she sat up in her seat.]

That's a name kids had to be relentless about.

[Honestly he's a beat from bailing on the whole thing when Jessica finally gives him an opening.

Bucky breathes and takes the seat opposite her, waving for more beer and a bottle of whiskey with two shot glasses.]

Not as bad as Buchanan, really.

What, your first name wasn't an option? There's a handful of nicknames for James.

[Names and shorthands of them had never been something she'd gotten too familiar with. Maybe it was a generational thing, or maybe it was a gender thing. Still, oddly enough, Bucky seemed to suit him. She was glad when he ordered more to drink, eying him over the table and trying to think before she went and said something likely offensive or insulting.]

How'd Murdock rope you into this?

My baby sister picked it, so I couldn't say no.

[Bucky rolls a shoulder and picks up a beer, pouring them both a liberal shot.] He's the reason I'm not locked up in a supermax or thrown into a bunker and brought out only to kill people when they needed me to.

He's.. really good at what he does.

[Ah. Right. That part of his background. She lifted her beer, clinking it against his.]

So he keeps trying to tell me, but I think he just trips and falls into shit and he's managed to make the puppy dog eyes thing work along with the blind thing. It's annoying. But here's to not being under someone else's control anymore.

[If someone else could understand that in a similar fashion, it was Jessica Jones]

[It's refreshing to have someone not treat him like glass over the whole brainwashing thing. Bucky quirks a smile and he taps his bottle against hers.]

I'll drink to that.

So how do you know the pain in the ass?

[As far as she was concerned, anyone that could survive being someone else's puppet without drooling in the corner got a gold star from her. And they were more likely to actually listen when she told them something was up and what the rules were as opposed to, oh, pulling a Jeri. Goddamn idiots.

She tipped her drink back and finished it, mulling over how best to answer that question.]

Once upon a time he thought he could be my lawyer for something I didn't need a lawyer for.

[It was a cagey answer, because while she knew what Matt did in his spare time, she didn't assume everyone else did.]

[That's all he needs to know. She knows about Matt's after hours work, but that's not a conversation for the general public.]

Yeah that sounds about his speed.

[He's already eaten three times today but his stomach is making itself known so Bucky glances around.] So what's good here?

[Ugh. There used to be a time when he was good at this.

You know. Fifty plus years ago.]

[Had she heard that stomach growl? Maybe. Did he look vaguely uncomfortable? Maybe. Was she going to take pity on him?

...

Goddammit, yeah. It wasn't like it was hard to sit across the table and look at him. The guy had passed his years well. And he had pretty eyes. She was a sucker for nice eyes.]

Burgers and chicken wings. Avoid anything pretending to be Mexican or Mexifusion. They reached too far for those stars and even I wind up with indigestion.

[Considering her metabolism, that was a bad thing, Bucky.]

Mexi-what? Fusion? [There's a crinkle between his eyes as he tries to parse what that even means before giving up.] Burgers are easy. [They're also familiar and he'll take what he can get these days.

And Jessica isn't just pretty (because wow) but she reads a little like him. Wary but looking for a connection that hadn't happened in a long time.] Food is incredible and a lot weird these days.

.. fuck. I sound like an old man.

Everything's fusion. Mexifusion, Asianfusion, Indianfusion. It's America trying to keep up with the culinary world in its own ham handed way.

[She could throw him that much of a bone. The guy had been locked up and dragged out to do the bidding of an evil corporation. She doubted he'd gotten to chill and stop for tamales and drive thrus.

He had her right, though. Wary, as always, but she'd gotten to the point in her life where she was looking for people who could handle her life and the bullshit she dealt with instead of just avoiding society as a whole.

She grinned at his self reflection.]

You are an old man. This is the part where I ask about hip replacements.

[That pulls a grin from him. Finally someone who doesn't treat him like he's going to shatter apart. He likes that.] 106 this spring.

[And since she doesn't seem to mind, he peels off his gloves and jams them in his pocket.] Nah, I've had all the replacements I can stand for now. But this does come in handy now and then. [Like using his vibranium thumb to flick the cap off a beer bottle.

Hey, he's got to take the simple pleasures when he can.]

[She notices the taking off of the gloves for what it is; a step towards relaxing around her, a little bit of vulnerability. She has to stop herself from asking to touch him, but she does let her eyes linger over the very shiny fingers that flipped the cap off his bottle of beer. She grinned, nodding and reaching out to take said bottle, because thank you, Bucky.]

Bet you're handy at a party.

[She took a sip, licked her lips, then set the bottle down.]

Did Murdock tell you anything about me? Or does my name sound familiar to you at all?

[Better to know ahead of time what he knew about her and what he didn't. She figured he wasn't the type to be keen on surprises.]

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Eh. Would be if I went to parties. [Large groups of people aren't his favorite, which is vastly different from his pre-war life when he'd go to dance halls and drink and have fun whenever he and Steve could scrape together enough money to go.]

He told me you were an investigator, that we uh, both have issues when it comes to consent but I didn't ask for details. He said you're a good person even if you'd probably punch him out for saying as much.

Mm. So he didn't happen to mention that he avoids trying to get hit by me at any cost because I could put him through a few walls if I managed to hit the little shit?

[She had a feeling that he, like her, didn't like to find out things at the worst time to find something like that out. It was up to each person when they wanted to... step out of the super closet, as it were, but he hadn't had much of a choice in being made into what he was or being outed. Her status wasn't a secret, but she didn't put on a costume or act like she had a hero complex.

But a part of her felt a little relieved that of the important aspects Matt had opted to share, it was the one that he knew would be most important to her. Her issue with consent. Even if he'd danced around it, it had been mentioned and that mattered. Maybe she'd only put him through one wall.]

Must be why the guy's so light on his feet, he doesn't want to get hit.

[Bucky shakes his head, that secret was hers to tell and if Matt had outed her (which he wouldn't) there would have been Problems.] He didn't mention it. Only thing he said was that you could hold your own in a fight.

[So Bucky didn't know about Matt's moonlighting. Well, wouldn't that be fun to dangle over his head when she felt like it?]

Not because I can join the rest of the kung-fu party. I'm some flavor of freak. I'm guessing it was something like what happened to you and your bff, but... different. I didn't sign up for it, in case you feel like asking why someone would.

[She took a long sip of her beer, then met his gaze with her own.]

It sucks having to learn to be careful of everyone around you. Especially when some of them really need to have their faces turned to pulp.

You're not a freak. [Well, no more than he is, but he doesn't like that word all the same. Bucky listens to the rest and nods in understanding because Christ did Murdock have this one right They're a lot more similar than he thought at first glance.] I didn't sign up for it either, but I get it. I get all of it.

[He looks down at the beer in his hand.] It's like living in a world made of glass.

Might be a bit harder for you. Metal's a bit more unforgiving to glass than flesh.

[She reached forward, hesitating a moment, then gave one of his fingers a light touch.]

Can you... I don't know how the whole thing works. If it's wired so you can feel anything.

[He sets down the bottle and tugs up his sleeve a little. Bucky turns his hand palm up on the table, a clear invitation for her to touch, wiggle his fingers or whatever she wanted to do.] I can feel with it just fine. Maybe not as strongly as my other hand, but touch, pressure, temperature, I can register it all.

Really?

[She hadn't wanted to ask to touch or to get him to show her anything because being a monkey on display was something that grated at her. She'd seen Trish marched out and made to play the celebrity too often to think that it was something to be actually enjoyed. But if he was offering...

She gently slid her fingers along his, gauging the difference in how they felt and how little give they had versus what she imagined his other hand felt like. The wiggling had a smile ticking up the corner of her mouth, and the way the metal moved had her needing to bite the smile back to keep from saying something over the line.]

What about pain? Does it hurt to punch a wall with that hand versus the other?

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Reason number 12 why Jessica is going to punch Matt in the face.

To be fair, Matt does need it once in a while

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