Archiving a bit of plothole-filling

I've been told repeatedly that this would make a good full-length story if I just worked on it, so I'm saving it for when I need a bit of story to work on. And when I find my Eomund muse again. Anybody seen him? There's a reward.
( The )

Saw the Bourne Supremacy...

Short report: Read the book, skip the film. Even though Karl Urban has a large role.

( Long )

The most entertaining part of the evening was the adventures of GangsterBoy and his date. When we arrived at the theater (an hour and a half early), we noticed a guy sitting outside holding a single red rose. Cute, no? Most definitely no. He was dressed like some gangster out of 'The Godfather', complete with fedora. A sloppy, out-of-shape gangster. With a rattail/ponytail/braid thing. A really long one. *wince* Upon first seeing him, this conversation arose:
Me: Hey look, gangster-boy.
Mom: *stares while trying not to stare* If you were on a blind date, and saw this guy and knew he was the one you were supposed to go on a date with, what would you do?
Me: Keep walking into the theater. At least I could go see a good movie.

So we waited outside and watched gangster boy. He waited. And waited. And wandered around the front drive. And waited. We began to believe he was stood up. Then his friend arrived. Slightly taller, also out of shape, with a black t-shirt, biker boots, too-tight black jeans, and a huge black duster. Oi, the men in black were here. So they stood around for quite some time while the rose wilted. They hugged occasionally, which was strange, since we all assumed he was waiting for a girl. Still waiting, since he didn't give the guy the rose. We were about to give up on our poor deserted gangster-boy when a car drove up and he trotted over. His true wuv! She looked fairly normal in the car - glasses, red hair, normal blouse... but when she had parked the car and joined the pair, she was wearing this black robe thingy. O.o A match made in heaven.