Blind Date (Marc)

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Naomi stared at the walked down the streets of the Saunders District one of her friends at the diner she went to said she needed to get out and relax, and then proceeded to tell her that she had set the young police woman up with a blind date much to both the surprise and somewhat dumbfounding. As much as Naomi may have secretly fantasized about finding a man to settle down with, she had not done any serious looking for nearly 75 years at least not upfront. Now all of the sudden,  it looked as though she would be openly going out on an actual date. According to her friend, the guy she set Naomi with was a man named Marc Liam Dahlmaine. She had heard of the man apparently he was a wealthy man. Aside from that she didn't know much. There was a lot of things that went on into getting ready for a date. What to where, and in the case of Naomi, what would she look like?

Several possibilities went through her mind and she tested out different forms from a slender super model to even a heavy body builder. She finally settled with her sumo form. What could she say? It was her most comfortable form to be in. Besides if this were to get serious she would have to let him know about her real self anyway. (Even her oni form) so if she proved to be too much woman for him to handle anyway, then she would know that there was no need to pursue the relationship any further anyway. So she Proceeded to brush her black hair back, put on some Scarlet lipstick and spared herself with some nice smelling perfume. Afterward she put on her dress and headed to the Glass Palace.






dress style (Actual dress large enough to accommodate her large size)

the glass place was a place that you would only go too if you were extremely rich, fortunately for her she grabbed some gold from her cave and exchanged it for about $2500 enough to cover anything that her and her date would want. She entered into the the Glass Palace.


Some of Gotham's richest were inside.  Naomi couldn't help but smirk. she went over to claim her reservation.

"Excuse me. I believe I have a reservation for two with a Marc Dahlmaine. My name is Naomi Yakasuma"

She then pulled out her Id and gave it to the man whom then looked down at the list.

"Ah yes mam follow me."

She was then led to a table. One of the waiters pulled out a seat for her and she chat in the chair.

Note: My character in her larger Sumo form is based off the plus-sized model Tess Holiday. She'd be about a size 26-30.

[Marc Dahlmaine]

Once the papers had started to name Marc Dahlmaine as a major shareholder of several of Gotham's not only nightly hotspots for fine dining, but several for fine entertainment as well, his phone had been ringing off the hook. Contacts had been made, numbers exchanged, and many, many offers entertained. He had been wined and dined by men and women alike, looking for this or that from him, really depending on what the focus was.

To him it was all business. Not only his work, but his life was entwined with the joys of alcohol in it's many forms. And he had no qualms about that. It was an honest living. It was putting down roots a bit more formally than he had aimed for, instead seeking out a more whirlwind tour of several cities and perhaps countries before returning to France.

Instead a wicked night out with an old friend turned him into a proverbial gender-bent Cinderella who had the proper foot size. He was now a full fledged business owner. Especially as the calls had started rolling in for menus and pairings and if he wanted to fire current staff and entirely replace them. Damn Luthor for that. Instead of needing to barely peddle his wares, ,he was now having to order larger shipments than he had dealt with prior, giving his own parents a shock. Now that had been a conversation to hear, his sister screeching in the background as she referenced email after email of supposed 'gibberish' from him during that fateful night with Alexander.

And now he found himself in the aptly named Saunder's Disctrict, at least an hour before the proposed time to meet his 'date.' He had gleaned over his closet, settling on steel grey pinstripes in not only slacks and jacket, but vest. A fine pair of Cole Haan wingtips in ebony were on his feet, a black dress. There was little need for color this evening, he'd made that choice on a whim. He didn't like to dwell on the negatives of what may happen, as he had encountered many, many women who only wanted a meal and a chance at luxury. So if this was the case, this woman would be treated to an excellent meal, and a fine bottle of wine. Perhaps a witticism or two may not soar over her head, be it bottle blonde or natural,.

Crossing the threshold into the Glass Palace he was met at once with friendly waitstaff, asking for his name, if they could take his coat, offer him a drink, a table, and so on. Choosing an aged Laguvalin, neat, he found a table near a window overlooking the city was preferred, a clear view of the entrance for his date. He had heard an inkling of a name, but no doubt he would find her.

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Naomi waited several minutes for her date to arrive. Seriously where was this guy she was sure that she had arrived on time. It was not long before one of the mangers came up to her.

"Excuse me Ms Yakasuma."

Naomi looked up. The young woman's face was deathly pale and she  was seriously sweating did something happen was there a robbery possible hostage crises?

"What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid there was a mix up with the table reservations. You see, Your table is over there by the window where that man is sitting over there. There must have been a mix up with the reservation seats. I am so dearly sorry."

Naomi had to cover her mouth to keep herself from visible chuckling. If she had to guess, she was the one that probably messed up on the reservations. This is what she got for not really going through the effort of trying to communicate with her date prior.  Now she found herself scrambling to grab her bag and hoping her date would not be too mad at her.


"Ooops. Oh dear. I think this bad might be on me.  thanks you for letting me know."

Naomi grabbed her bag and went at a full sprint trying to keep things as little awkward as possible. She once she reached the table she slammed her purse on the table. She then gave a slight huff, brushed her hair back and gave and sat down.


"I am so sorry." Naomi said giving a small embarrassed chuckle.   "I had a slight mixed up with the tables."


Naomi gave Marc a Once over. Everything about him to her simply put was drop dead handsome. He looked like some sort of Prince Charming straight out of a fairy tale.  everything looked very neat and well groomed. Probably this was a kind to expect out of someone of Gotham's upper class. then the last fancy place she had been to was in a restaurant with Luthor and that aspect quickly got overshadowed with her working on a case. Memories of that "Date" with Luthor made her want to gag, something she was able to keep herself from doing in front of her date.


 for a bit the young woman did  regret her choice of appearance. The seats were not exactly meant to fit someone of an extremely thick build, not to mention she could imagine him having thoughts of disgust about her size.  Not to mention for the most part she was incrediblly out of her environment. Generally her idea of a night out was basically pizza and wings with the guys. she found herself just trying to keep calm and hope for the best.

[Marc Dahlmaine]

He amused himself with gazing out the window for a while, quietly scanning the entrance. There was a woman flitting around the maitre d's station, before the man finally pointed out the very table he was sitting at. She was dressed finely, a beautiful coral concoction that nearly floated around her figure. Until she had the bright idea to sprint over to their table, closing the distance in a few seconds. Calmly his glass went from hand to table, and he was on his feet. Offering his hand to her, he blatantly ignored her embarrassment. "No worries. When being set up, rather blindly, errors can occur. I'm glad we were finally able to connect. I'm Marc."

If she chose to take his hand, he would respond graciously. Finally seating himself he raised his own glass to her. "To new beginnings. And to friends that thought us meeting would be fortuitous. Can I order you something to quench your thirst?" He would sip at his own drink more than aware that someone would be arriving to their table so she would be able to have a beverage as well. If he had more of an inkling of who he was meeting for the evening, perhaps he would have been able to have a more private seat, if that is what she preferred. As it was for the time, he was going to go with what he knew. This was a meeting, and this was someone who really wanted a moment of his time.

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Naomi blew her hair from her face. So much for tactic and grace.She looked at the menu. trying to figure out what she wanted. "Is there anything you would like. I don't mind? I'm more pf a wine or a champain drinker myself. Then again cider and vodka tends ro be good." She looked over to see that he already ordered his own drink.What the heck was happening to her normally she was a lot smoother than this, but right now she was acting like some sort of hyperactive school girl. She took a deep breath and let out a sigh. but then yjr man did something that she did not expect. He offered a hand.

No worries. When being set up, rather blindly, errors can occur. I'm glad we were finally able to connect. I'm Marc."

She took his hand ad smiled sheepishly.

"Hello Marc. My name is Naomi,"

[Marc Dahlmaine]

He laughed boldly. "Well, I can recommend several vintages considering I do supply this fine establishment as well as many others in Gotham with their wines, as well as spirits." That last addition was due to his ties with Alexander and such connections linking him now to a small yet profitable distillery. "Pending our meal choices I would highly suggest a medium red. Perhaps the 1998 Barolo. Usually I would not suggest such an aged grape, but the Barolo lends itself to savory cuisine." It was less bold than a Pinot Noir, a bit more robust and brighter than a Merlot. Considering they were going to be eating Oriental cuisine, the prior aforementioned wines would clash horrifically. And even though the palette was a particular thing, and some may enjoy the contrasting flavours, he did not think that this was the time to start a lesson in pairings. He'd rather enjoy this woman as he dined with her. There was always something to learn when one of these double blind encounters occurred. One sought out another. Something would be needed. A favor, a need, a want? He liked to think as little in apprehension as needed and take the scenario as it came. There was no point in wasting time on what-if's.As the brunette peers at the wine list that he, himself had altered a mere eighteen days prior his own glass is set down, and his fingertip scanning the list to find the bottle.

"You can trust me. I'm French." As if to say that eating and drinking quality were in his blood by birthright. And it was. As far as he was concerned, Gotham had a fair chance to learn just how to consume and imbibe on a higher level, and it was his destiny to make sure the populace was educated.

Raising her hand to his lips he firmly kissed it, steel blue eyes locking with hers. "My pleasure, Naomi. Perhaps we can restart our night. Wine, perhaps an appetizer. And you can enlighten me why you sought to seek my time for the evening." Did it matter why she wanted to see him? Not really. What mattered is what could be brought from the meeting-awkward start or not. She needed something from him. And he was rather intrigued on just what that was. She was not his normal clientele, and she was already flustered from the slight mishap of their table setting. Yet she was taking it in stride, and was gracious. That was telling.