None that I saw all that often. I had to grow up a little fast.
What's normal for you isn't gonna be what's normal for people who aren't you. Normal is a very relative idea. That's something that comes up a lot for vets coming home. They think they're not normal, but it's just that their idea of normal doesn't fit the people around them right away. [Sam laughs.] Sorry, man, I guess it's still a reflex to pick up on that kind of thing when someone says it.
[He manages to resist breaking down calling it a stupid term to use. It's not needed right now. He's here on a date, this isn't a getting-to-know-you talk before he takes someone on as a client.]
All right, so. Think that covers the deep mental traumas part of the evening, or do we get a couple vodka horrors and dig in?
[Such a gentleman- he even gets the door. Luckily the area has lots of places within walking distance. Jean-Paul leads the way to a place called 'Patent Pending' which is a small speakeasy in the Radio Wave building. It's decorated with brick and dark woods, with deep green booths. All of the cocktails are sixteen bucks a pop, and the menu has no sign of gross vodka concotions.]
[Sam lets out a low whistle as Jean-Paul holds the door for him as he walks in. This place is very much on the higher end of "a nicer place." He hasn't been here before, but he's already sure he's coming back.]
I'd say so. Now I feel a little bad about pulling that Canuck stuff on you.
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Do you? I have no idea what's normal. We do, ouais, because we can both cross the country easily.
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What's normal for you isn't gonna be what's normal for people who aren't you. Normal is a very relative idea. That's something that comes up a lot for vets coming home. They think they're not normal, but it's just that their idea of normal doesn't fit the people around them right away. [Sam laughs.] Sorry, man, I guess it's still a reflex to pick up on that kind of thing when someone says it.
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Non, it's fine. [He sips his beer.] You're completely right, and it was a stupid term for me to use.
She has some mental issues, and I am... me, so. Sometimes it's difficult. But we try.
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All right, so. Think that covers the deep mental traumas part of the evening, or do we get a couple vodka horrors and dig in?
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[Such a gentleman- he even gets the door. Luckily the area has lots of places within walking distance. Jean-Paul leads the way to a place called 'Patent Pending' which is a small speakeasy in the Radio Wave building. It's decorated with brick and dark woods, with deep green booths. All of the cocktails are sixteen bucks a pop, and the menu has no sign of gross vodka concotions.]
Will this do?
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I'd say so. Now I feel a little bad about pulling that Canuck stuff on you.
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[They get a booth. Of course. Jean-Paul starts with a French 75.]
Although I've been in way worse.
So. You're bisexual?
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[Sam takes the time to try the Odd Love he'd ordered.]
I am. You?
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Gold star gay.
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