<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://www.writeups.org/wp-content/uploads/Proudstar-Warpath-Marvel-Comics-X-Force-f.jpg)</div><strong>Code Name</strong>: Warpath<br/><strong>Real Name</strong>:James "Jimmy" Proudstar<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Leaving Russian Studio....time to eat?!?<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: Monday the 7th of September (2015) - 4:30 PM<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Wanda, open<br/><strong>Content</strong>:<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>:<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">cleaning up nicely</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a2/6d/75/a26d7587cf5453902b03dd9eccf63ee8.jpg)</div></div><hr/><br/><br/>The waitress's words weren't lost on him, her knowing his preference meant whomever they were looking for knew Wanda was here.  So it didn't hurt to wait for them to show up now.  It wouldn't be quick as the restaurant was full and no one was being...suddenly ordered to leave<br/><br/>"Filet...medium Alfredo noodles, cheese bread, just the house red would be fine, with two orders of broccoli with butter please."  He said as he looked up at her, his own eyes seemed to mesmerize her as she blushed before taking off.<br/><br/>"So I guess I get to have dinner with you after all."  He teased.<br/>