Miriam "Midge" Maisel (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
doesntsing) wrote2025-01-15 07:45 pm
doesntsing) wrote2025-01-15 07:45 pm
shot through the heart (for allbedestroyed)
This is definitely the most unique first date that Midge has ever been on.
Despite the fact that Robert took her to his company party one night and came out to see her show the next night, this outing is their official first date. And it’s to a shooting range outside of the city. Certainly not what Midge would have picked, but she’s open to new experiences. She doesn’t think she’s ever held a real gun, let alone shot one. She’d be more nervous if Robert wasn’t with her. He’s so calm and steady that it should keep her from panicking too much. It helps that he’s an expert shot as well. Midge just hopes that he’s a patient teacher.
They managed to get a warmer than usual day for December in New York with the sun shining brightly overhead. Midge is wearing a sweater and a pair of trousers with her coat and a hat. They’re going to be spending the day outside, so she had to dress sensibly, though still fashionably, of course. They packed a picnic lunch to eat on the grounds after they shoot, and Midge brought along a big thermos of tea to hopefully keep them warm. Tea because he’s English. She made an assumption.
The range is about 30 minutes outside of the city and Midge watches the fields go by as the two of them race through the countryside in his rented car.
“How did you hear about this place?” she asks.
Despite the fact that Robert took her to his company party one night and came out to see her show the next night, this outing is their official first date. And it’s to a shooting range outside of the city. Certainly not what Midge would have picked, but she’s open to new experiences. She doesn’t think she’s ever held a real gun, let alone shot one. She’d be more nervous if Robert wasn’t with her. He’s so calm and steady that it should keep her from panicking too much. It helps that he’s an expert shot as well. Midge just hopes that he’s a patient teacher.
They managed to get a warmer than usual day for December in New York with the sun shining brightly overhead. Midge is wearing a sweater and a pair of trousers with her coat and a hat. They’re going to be spending the day outside, so she had to dress sensibly, though still fashionably, of course. They packed a picnic lunch to eat on the grounds after they shoot, and Midge brought along a big thermos of tea to hopefully keep them warm. Tea because he’s English. She made an assumption.
The range is about 30 minutes outside of the city and Midge watches the fields go by as the two of them race through the countryside in his rented car.
“How did you hear about this place?” she asks.
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It was not really his intention to be secretive. Her family is simply more interconnected than his is. Which is what you get with a family full of professional hunters and guides.
"No siblings. A handful of cousins, but mostly family get-togethers consist of my uncles, their wives, and a lot of competitiveness."
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“What are you competitive about?”
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"Everything. My father's family is full of soldiers and hunters, and they're all trying to outdo each other all the time. With stories, or trick shots, or football. Anything and everything."
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Midge hums in her throat. “Is it good-natured?” She asks. “Do you enjoy competing with them?”
To her, Robert seems like the type of man who needs to one up someone else.
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Muldoon tilts his head at her as he considers the question. "It's good-natured enough. We all enjoy it. No one's fallen out over it, and it's very rare someone has to see the doctor because of it."
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“Rare but not unheard of?” Midge asks with a wry smile. “Are you the best shot?”
It’s hard for her to believe that many people could be better than him. He makes it look completely effortless.
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"Once we had to take two cars to get people stitches." It's less of a boast and more of an amused anecdote.
Her question has him meeting her smile with one of his own. He fails to smother it as he answers with a coy, "Yes..."
Which is when the waitress slides their food in front of them, distracting him briefly as he thanks her.
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His coy response makes her grin in return. “Of course you are,” she replies. “There’s something very sexy about a man who’s so competent at something that he makes it look effortless.”
The waitress interrupts Midge’s flirtation with their sandwiches.