<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/>He smirked as she said she liked good eating he was prone to that, but he didn't mind someone else suffering the stomach ache with bad food first.  As his own was cast iron and he could eat anything, he just preferred good food.  He watched more food network and had a few greasy spoons that he wanted to try.  He didn't mind high end either but most of the time their portions sucked!    "I am going to have to get this Michelin guide, I check out more food network recommendations myself.  You are wanting to drink wine...with me?  You do know I have a high alcohol tolerance so if you are trying to get my drunk and have your way with me then..."  He winked teasing.<br/><br/>He saw her looking around and his jovialness changed to that of hunter and his face became more grim.  He wasn't Hank that could switch between intellect and war on a dime.  He was more focused.  "I was honestly hoping to have dinner with you first before the proverbial shit hits the fan."  He said as he gazed at her thinking that it wasn't going to be easy for the mob to miss them.<br/>