Alright, let's do Robert. This is a plan without a hint of flaw or possibility of error!
Robert is a bit different. He doesn't immediately respond to us on Dadbook, even after we watch 30 cat videos. We decide to watch some TV.
Not gonna lie, I'd watch that.
We then make lunch, and remember that we brought a basketball hoop and decide to put it up. Yes, I'm not kidding, a good chunk of this date seems to be us fucking around the house and not actually interacting with Robert.
Game, I don't care what fucking point you think you're making, if I wanted to experience a guy fucking around in an empty house, I'd just leave work early.
It's nighttime before we get a message back. Amanda is her bubbly self as always. We head on out to Jim and Kim's, because what other bar is there?
And considering Joseph's wandering ways, a potential threesome.
It's time for a round, and I remember that Robert likes whiskey, so I decide to start off with some whiskey. He appreciates it. After taking some shots, it's revealed we're going on a bar hop. For the uninitiated, that's when you run around to a bunch of different bars and have a drink at all of them. It is, at least, more fun then the hipster version of Starbucks hopping, and less traumatizing then corpse munging. We head to Irish I Were Drinking, Box makes a bad pun, Mary throws an insult, and Robert tells her to put her fangs away for a bit.
We get another shot at Irish I Were Drinking, and Robert decides to sip on this one. Mary downs it, and Robert calls her the picture of grace and beauty. And while I know it will likely change, Mary is far and away more interesting of a character, can anyone please tell me how a hard drinking firey redhead married a pastor?
Mary tells a story about how the kid of a woman named Edith slipped some pot brownies into a bake sale, Mary was about to tell Edith when Edith flipped out on her, so Mary told her to eat a brownie. She ate three, leading to the above line.
Mary then reveals she has some blunts in her purse (SERIOUSLY! HOW THE FUCK DID SHE MARRY JOSEPH?!) and I immediately accuse her of being with the feds-I thought it would lead to a "I will if you promise you ain't the cops", but instead, Box goes off on a string of bad "retro" slang and Robert laughs uncontrollably. Mary says she was joking, but I can't tell with her, ever.
We get a chance to maybe get Mary to leave so we can have some alone time with Robert. I immediately rule out the choice about invoking Joseph, because that's just a can of worms. I decide to try asking her to get the next round.
Mary sees right through it.
Robert admits he had us pegged as a straight laced type. Um, hello, pink puff hair? Regardless, we let him know we used to be wild, though we don't mention Craig and our college days. Robert asks if we have some wild left. I tell him I have so much wild, and Box makes a bad joke about a safari, spoiling our reputation somewhat. Well, was worth a try.
We get our first look into Robert's real personality here. I'm with him on this, silence is actually really powerful in communication. We sit in silence for a bit until Robert asks if we've ever killed a man. We say no, even after he goes into way too much detail about what happens, and he says he hasn't either. Goddamn Robert, dial back the crazy train a bit.
We head out of the bar after a bit and hit up a liquor store. Robert gets us some wine-some real fruity wine.
Buddy, I just did Hugo's route. I ain't judging shit.
Robert decides to throw rocks at things. We join in. He hits a stop sign. We announce we have a problem with authority and hit a parked car, leaving a crack in the windshield. We run.
After that mess, we head to a little pizza joint. Pete's Piece a Pizza. Someone needs to use that name now. Robert asks if we're cool with pineapple on pizza, and while I respect and admire the great Gordon Ramsay, I will bullshit if it means an A ranking.
We get our pizza and head back into the alleyway. We find ourselves sliding into an open door, finding ourselves in the cinema. We watch a romantic comedy and heckle it the whole time. Ernest is there...for some reason. Box fucks with Ernest the whole damn time.
Kid, you have balls, but you and your friends are a bunch of middle schoolers challenging two grown adults, and if I remember correctly, Robert's Dadbook page said he never left the house without a gun. Even if I didn't remember correctly, you are diving head first into stupidity here.
Also, apparently Robert can run rings around your ass when it comes to banter. This is going to wind up being a "don't make assumptions" moral, isn't it?
Ernest rushes Robert at that, apparently he hates his own name. We dive between and take a kick to the knee, and that sets Robert off. He squares up and discusses Queensbury dueling rules, and also points at one of Ernest's friends and declares that "if you die, he dies". This gets Ernest and his crew to back off, because, well...look who you just pissed off.
But, as some of my tabletop characters will tell you, not wanting to hit a kid doesn't mean you can't put on a show to get things to stop. Also, he made half of his show up, meaning that this guy is probably a Rogue specced in the Bluff skill.
As we walk home, I tell him thanks for the adventure, and he replies that adventure is all he's got. Hey, I'll take it.
We don't even get an end scene with Amanda, we just get to go right into getting our A ranking. One date down, two to go.