the best part of believe is the lie

Daniel "Dax" Xavier - 26 - Musician I never really asked for this, you know? For my life to go to total shit all because I couldn't keep it in my pants... fuck though... it takes two to fucking tango. If there was never a her there would never be a mess...

[dax-xavier]

-grabs a booth and sits there swinging his feet, looking out for Tate-

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*laughs* Alright. Bye *waves before closing the door and heading inside*

-watches him go before driving to the hair salon-

[dax-xavier]

-grabs a booth and sits there swinging his feet, looking out for Tate-

[dax-xavier]

Awesome *grins, opening his door and getting out* See you later then.

-flutters his hand delicately at Tate in a joking and exaggerated wave- Have fun with the children

[dax-xavier]

-grabs a booth and sits there swinging his feet, looking out for Tate-

[dax-xavier]

No just… *smiles a little* Didn’t want to leave just yet is all. But I’ll see you soon enough.

Definitely. The Xavier charm will be at your disposal soon enough... after work and all since we have plans.

[dax-xavier]

-grabs a booth and sits there swinging his feet, looking out for Tate-

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*smiles back at him and relaxes back into his seat a little. He frowns when the library comes into view* I wish the ride was longer.

-drives towards the front and stops the car- Why...? I thought you like the kiddies. Not dreading work now, are you?

[dax-xavier]

-grabs a booth and sits there swinging his feet, looking out for Tate-

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Yeah, friends, of course. Friends, band mates, partners in crime *makes a finger gun like Charlie’s Angels* We should probably figure out some band stuff and we can talk about other stuff, get to know each other better.

-cocks an eyebrow- Oh, I definitely want to get to know you better... so let’s work it out... -grins-

[dax-xavier]

-grabs a booth and sits there swinging his feet, looking out for Tate-

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No, I do try to keep it mostly G-rated for the kiddos. Though I do try to educate them as far as good music goes *shifts in his seat slightly, angling his body towards Dax, tugging at his seat belt slightly* I know the plan was that you were going to pick me up from work… is that something you still want to do? I’d like to, but I didn’t know if after… *shrugs slightly, not knowing how to finish the sentence*

Why wouldn’t I? Don’t be silly... -smiles slightly- we can talk band stuff and hang out... friends do that, don’t they? And we are... friends, right?

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Pete’s hair

[dax-xavier]

-grabs a booth and sits there swinging his feet, looking out for Tate-

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They like all the sins about Space. I think we have a lot of aspiring astronauts at the library.

-chuckles- So I am guessing you aren’t playing the more salacious tunes of Bowie for the kiddies then... educate them a bit...

[dax-xavier]

-grabs a booth and sits there swinging his feet, looking out for Tate-

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*looks at him for a moment, wanting to say something but feeling like he shouldn’t. He smiles a little*  Yeah, ready. Let’s go.

-taps the wheel as he starts the car and drives- So... the kids like Bowie?

[dax-xavier]

-grabs a booth and sits there swinging his feet, looking out for Tate-

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*opens his eyes as he hears Dax turn to leave, his breath caught in his throat, standing still there in the diner. He didn’t think Dax would kiss him after the conversation they had. He didn’t know if he’d ever kiss him again, a thought that didn’t sit well with him. He blinked a few times and ducked his head, following Dax out of the diner to his car*

-gets into his car and unlocks Tate’s door, talks as if nothing changed- So... ready for work?

[dax-xavier]

-grabs a booth and sits there swinging his feet, looking out for Tate-

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*frowns slightly, unsure, but he nods, closing his eyes* I trust you.

-places a hand on Tate’s cheek gently, stroking a thumb over his cheekbone admiring Tate before he leans in, his breath brushing lightly over Tate’s lips for a moment then leaning in, kissing him softly, caressing his lips with his, lingering for longer than he originally planned but only just manages to pull away and whisper- One for the road... let’s go -quickly walks away towards his car, not looking over his shoulder to see if Tate followed-  

[dax-xavier]

-grabs a booth and sits there swinging his feet, looking out for Tate-

[dax-xavier]

*chuckles, arching an eyebrow* Sure, yeah, anything.

Stand still and close your eyes, OK?

[dax-xavier]

-grabs a booth and sits there swinging his feet, looking out for Tate-

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*smiles* I guess it did. *sticks his hands in his pockets* Ready to head out?

Hey do me a favor, Tate? Tatemeister, the Tate man? -grins, standing still and refusing to move-

[dax-xavier]

-grabs a booth and sits there swinging his feet, looking out for Tate-

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*nods, his eyes following Dax’s hand as it disappears from view* For sure. Years from now when we are ridiculously successful they will ask us, when and where did it happen? And we will tell them right here, in this tiny little diner over breakfast. *smiles a bittersweet smile. Here’s to a beginning and an end. For now.*

-laughs, the flirtatious twinkle is back- Really? I’d say it started last night and it got finalized right now

[dax-xavier]

-grabs a booth and sits there swinging his feet, looking out for Tate-

[dax-xavier]

*looks at Dax’s hand and hesitates for a moment, knowing what agreeing to this meant for them. But he believed in Dax’s music and wanted to be a part of it and that was better than nothing at all so he smiled, reaching forward to shake his hand* We have a band.

-holds onto Tate’s hand longer than is entirely necessary, wrapping his fingers around Tate’s just so they squeeze lightly before he abruptly let goes and sheepishly clears his throat- I feel like history has just been made, right?

[dax-xavier]

-grabs a booth and sits there swinging his feet, looking out for Tate-

[dax-xavier]

*grins and shakes his head* No, if you trust me then I am happy to do it. I would love to, actually.

-nods and smiles but it is a bit bittersweet at the edges as he reaches his hand out- Then let’s shake on it. We have a band.

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