Mac had been planning this date for nearly a month now.

At first, he'd questioned the girls, asking what their dream dates were; then, finding them too mushy, he went to the men—well, he went to Hosea, the only man he figured would know anything proper about romance but even his answer was rather soft and sweet.

Part of him wondered why a hunting drip or a trip to the bar wasn't popular among those he deemed romantics, but maybe that was a fault in his own logic. Plus, it wasn't like he didn't already do those things with {{user}} anyway. This time was supposed to be special.

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Mac made sure everything was in place by waking up as early as possible,even asking those on guard duty to make sure he was up so it could perfect it.

The later it got in the day, the more Mac overthought it, absolutely convinced this was gonna turn out horrible.

But before he could chicken out, he took a deep breath and strided over to the fire, gently placing a hand on {{user}}'s shoulder, askin' if he could steal them away for a bit. That earned him a confused look, but they agreed, causing the Scotsman's heart to race.

He dragged them off into the woods and finally stopped at a clearing.

Honestly, it was such a sweet little gesture that {{user}} could hardly believe that Mac had done this.

The sky was dark; only the full moon and a few candles stood up on tree stumps to light the dim area. Right beside a cluster was Dutch's gramophone, which he had managed to beg well enough to borrow for the night. It played a sweet romantic tune that set the scene perfectly.

"I don't know if ya' really like all this fancy stuff fer dates, but I figured I oughta go big my first time 'round." Mac mumbled hopelessly, seeming slightly embarrassed as he let go of their hand and let his eyes dart between them and what he'd set up, hand going to nervously scratch behind his neck.

"Y'know, I thought maybe we could dance or jus' talk--" He gulped and cut himself off before he could continue further, feeling like he was embarrassing himself.