Not long ago, he’d had a few meetings with a lawyer to try and sort out his ownership of the store. A very nice lawyer that had peaked his interest and had kept Sidney’s store and home out of third and fourth cousins ownership. And it’s late, their final meeting was nearly a month ago. With very little interaction with other people, he’s found himself like this. Finger hovering over the call button to Dex, double checking that his third contact in his phone isn’t his parole officer.
“Uh..hey? Mr. Blair? It’s Sidney, I was wondering if you were…if you wanted to go to out for a drink or something. Or maybe, you wanted to come around.”
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It's slow tonight. Then again, it's slow every night. Dex doesn't do many fun things at night nowadays, too busy with paperwork to go out and drink. Like now for example. He was currently working on a case regarding his latest client, who's being charged with stealing a penguin from an aquarium.
However, unlike most nights... this is it. This is all he has to do. And it's slow. He doesn't enjoy so much slow. He wants more.
When the phone rings, it's like whatever god might be out there heard his prayers.
He picks up, and is surprised to hear... Sidney? He hadn't heard from him for a while. Not since he helped him keep his shop. But it's not a bad surprise by any means.
"Hello, Sidney! Honestly a drink doesn't sound too bad right now. Gets me out from the desk."
“Yeah, that’d be nice. My uncle left a bunch of good alcohol here. I’m still a bit nervous about going out into public, especially a bar. You could always come over if you want, or..Y’know.” Sidney leans over his phone, scratching at his head as he tries to thinks of a decent reason to get Dex over. Maybe it would be a bit scummy to try and get him over like this.
“It’s been a bit lonely here, and I just missed talking to you.” There’s no forced socialization in his townhouse, just the few graces to the customers.
Sidney... missed talking to him? Normally people would be grateful to never have to speak to their lawyer more than once. But he was actively reaching out to him. He missed him. And Dex doesn't know why, but that makes him feel warm on the inside.
"I understand. Are you sure it's okay if I go over to your place?" He asks. Only because he could feel the nerves coming through the phone.
Wrapping his fingers around the bedsheets, Sidney lies on his stomach as he calls him. It would be nice to have him over, even if his plan didn’t fall into place like he wanted. There would at least be friendship. “Of course, I can order something if you want.” It’s been fun, when he’s started to find all this new food and delivery places. Nearly half a dozen are within walking distance, and he has to try to not constantly go over and find something to eat.
“You have my address right? And I can get the couch made up if you can’t drive back and all that.”
"Yes, I do have it. And that's so kind of you, Sidney. Thank you." He didn't think he'd be drinking that much, but the thought in and of itself is so sweet.
"You don't have to order anything. And if you do, you can decide what it is."
Dex wouldn't admit that he hadn't eaten all day, being so focused on getting his work done. That wasn't for Sidney to know.
"Give me... Half an hour?" Enough time to freshen himself up a tad.
“I’ll see you soon. I’ll put Pickles to bed, save us the trouble of her getting all panicked. It’s her bedtime anyways.” Sidney can barely see the screen on his phone, squinting at the cracked corner of his phone as he tries to find a place to order from. Some generic diner where he can experience the beauty of greasy food that hasn’t been spat in.
Tucking Pickles into her crib, he works on making the flat look clean enough for visitors. Wiping down the counters, cleaning them off of the empty boxes that held his latest deliveries. Sidney leaves the latch unlocked on the front door, waiting for Dex.
"Perfect, see you."
Dex doesn't do much. He's already dressed up nice, as it came with the job. He sprays himself with a nice cologne, and teases his hair to give it some life after a long day.
The scooter ride is refreshing after being stuck inside all day. He takes the long route so that he can just breathe some more. And when he gets to Sidneys, he hopes that he isn't too late.
He knocks on the door, fidgeting with his thumbs.
