Two Night Stand - Closed RP with @blueboy-lanceypants
The phone’s cold glow was bright in the dim of Keith’s apartment. Outside only lamp posts offered light in the cold of the setting night, and they cast a murky color onto the window blinds which hung beside him. He shifted in his computer chair and reached for the window with ease, although there was a rigidness to the movement, tension in his shoulders. With thumb and index finger, he pushed two blinds apart from one another, to peek at the yard. His eyes flickered between empty gaps on the sparsely parked, snowy street, and with a little jitter in his chest he imagined the car parking there.
That train of thought led him to a question he hadn’t thought of earlier. He turned away from the window and took out his phone once more, to type the message: btw, what color is your car?
He’d pressed send before better thought, and felt stupid soon after; it probably made him seem too eager. Besides, the question was stupid in general. He let himself collapse against the chair, arm falling slack over the handle, phone loosely in grasp and shutting down in inattention.
What am I doing, he wanted to ask himself. He didn’t, because the reply would’ve come too clear - you’re arranging a one night stand, Keith.
He’d gone out of his way, too, having just finished a Skype call with the man, a psycho check as he’d called it (odd humor, which Keith didn’t want to dig into) and he was to arrive in thirty minutes.
Keith never had guests, which was part of the reason he’d had to resort to a dating service, and most of why his apartment was usually a jungle. That day was an exception, as he’d tidied the place in preparation and to his best ability. It had it’s quirks - university documents and equations in overflowing stacks, dusty books and gadgets and sports-ware - but it was good enough.
He stood up and went on a final evaluation round, switching on lights he wouldn’t usually use, arranging pillows which usually never got to rest on the bed.
His head buzzed when his doorbell rung, and he realized he had forgotten to check his phone. How long his date had had to wait, he didn’t want to stop to ponder, and rushed to the door. Instead of the usual black, he’d chosen a dark red sweater, one which he considered to be neater. He wore some cologne, too - and with that reassurance opened the door for his guest.
