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"C'mon, I'll take you to see Death Valley." he grins jokingly.
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"In a metaphorical sense or a literal sense? Because it can get up to 200º Farenheit, if I remember right, but there are hotter places I think." he laughs.
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"Then we should go to the Grand Canyon, where one wrong step sends you straight to whatever gods you believe in." he shrugs,.
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Tristan hums, thinking.
"Hmmm. . . sadly, I think the most dangerous place would happen to be a city. And that city would be St. Louis, Missouri."
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Tristan raises an eyebrow and starts quoting an article.
"'Last year, St. Louis, Missouri was named the most dangerous city in America. This year it was once again named the most dangerous city in the US, with the highest per-capita crime cost on the list—$8,457. ""St. Louis ranks high above the national average in both the cost of violent crimes and property-related crimes locally,”" says Milnes. "“On the travel side of things, while there are no 100% certain ways of avoiding danger, there are certainly areas that are safer than others. From what we’ve seen from local experts, there are certain areas in the north part of the city that are much more problematic than others."”
Luc shrugs, “I don’t want to go in a city crawling with crime. Something with adrenaline. I’m an adrenaline addict.” He laughs softly, “Or. . . You could to me to a music museum, of the hall of rock n’ roll. You should have spent enough time with me by now to know I’m a sucker for music.”
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"You said Death Valley wasn't dangerous enough, so. . ." he chuckles.
"True! But that's more date material, and we've only known each other, what, a few hours?" he grins.
Luc shrugs, “A date is only time set aside to get to know another person. You Americans have made it out to be purely romantic. It is not.” He crosses his arms, smirking, “So, technically, we’re on a date right now, as this is time set aside and we’re learning more about each other.”
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"Oh, phooey. The tradition started in Europe, not America. Don't blame it on us." he chuckles. "But I suppose you're right about it being time set aside to get to know another person." he chuckles.
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Tristan shrugs.
"I'm going to try something." he says. He seemed to be hearing a lot of yelling for orders, anyways.
"A steak and a-" he pauses and looks at Lucas. "-what do you want?"
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Tristan shrugs fair enough.
"Two steaks and two beers please!" he calls out. A "waiter" laughs and nods.
"Thought so!" he says cheerily.
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"Hey! I got us food, didn't I? Besides, it's Ireland, beer is the least expensive thing on the menu." he snort-laughs.
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"You'd better." Tristan teases.
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"Oh, I love singing and lively places. Combine the two and I'll be right at home." Trsiatn laughs.
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Tristan smiles.
"Now, which pub would we go to?" he asks.
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Tristan hums quietly.
"What, do I need a dapper little suit and tie?" he teases.
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"But these are real clothes!" Tristan protests.