IT'S FINGER LICKIN' GOOD!

[inventor]

Who: howard stark + gladio & you????
Where: lagomarcino's, it's raining hen, weaver's, hurt's donuts, howard's place — out and about, p much.
When: feb. 14, valentine's day
What: basically "the world's end", but with food. and no alien invasion. hopefully. fingers crossed!
Warnings: profanity and sex jokes.

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( to say that he's having trouble adjusting to this town is an understatement. in fact, it'd be appropriate to say that howard was a shitty time. his mind was a blank slate and it was nigh impossible to command his mind to recall even the simplest of memory. at times, it became impossible to command his mind to perform the simplest of tasks. and having a pain in the ass roommate did not help at all. howard had no time for peace or quiet. no time to try to figure this out without his roommate slinking around like sullen teen and making snide passive aggressive remarks. (not that howard could say precisely what it was that vexed him so. after the first few days living with jeff, his words became white noise to howard. what he could say, however, was that this living arrangement wasn't going to end well. either jeff would move out or howard would make him.) it made him want to crawl inside a bottle until the memories came back or he drowned. whichever came first, he didn't care.

all of this to say that, when howard discovered the envelope containing food and drink vouchers and a date on his front stoop, he immediately became pleased as punch. for the first time in — well, ever, a pink glow entered howard's cheeks and there was a spring in his step. a date and free food? fuck yeah, count him right the fuck in. and so, for the next few days, nothing jeff said could dampen howard's mood and, when he left the house that valentine's night for his date, a smile rested comfortably on his face. so here he is — standing in front of lagomarcino's soda shop, waiting for his date.

hopefully, she was hot. )