Dinner
(i HAD A SUDDEN URGE TO WRITE FOR THE DERBY AU SO TAKE THIS IG-- its just a relationship test)
Ship: Nogla/Moo
Warnings: None
Word Count: 807
“Ye know,” David began, picking a fry off of Brock’s plate, “You coulda invited anyone else out and ye chose me? Why is that?” He plopped the fry in his mouth and watched in pure entertainment as Brock’s face turned a light shade of red.
“Well- er- I just wanted to- well,” he gestured roughly into the air. “Maybe I wanted to bond a bit,” he rolled his eyes and moved his plate towards him as David went to grab another fry.
Which, in response, gained a pout.
But, then David regained his smile and leaned back into his seat. “Well I’m glad you invited me,” he decided, reassuring in his tone and part of Brock did feel relieved by the confirmation.
“Is that so?” Brock asked, shoving a fry into his mouth after dipping it into some ketchup.
David nodded confidently. “Of course! It’s been really fun-- all things considered.”
Brock raised a brow. “All things considered?” he repeated.
David nodded again and took Brock’s moment of confusion to reach a long arm over and snatch another couple of fries, brushing his hand over Brock’s which caused the American to jump.
Brock glared. “You shoulda just ordered your own!” he whined, but he wasn’t actually too mad about it.
“It wouldn’t be fun to steal fries off of my own plate,” David argued, winking teasingly at Brock.
“You’re unbearable,” Brock huffed, using his other hand to cover his face, but he also pushed the plate towards the middle of the table.
“Yet ye still invited me out,” David said as he reached for a fry in victory.
Brock smiled a tinge behind his hand, giving into his defeat. “Touche,” he said, “But, fuck you anyways.”
The two shared a laugh and shared some fries.
The night was still young by the time they finished, but the diner didn’t close for a bit and Brock insisted that David tried a cookie.
“They literally make the best cookies here-- I promise you’ll love them!” he said, nearly bouncing in his seat which gained a fond smile from David.
“Okay- okay, I believe ye Brock,” he laughed, a tad awkward as he held his hands in front of his chest, surrendering.
“Yes!” Brock grinned, waving down their waitress after kindly calling out her name. she happly took his order for half a dozen cookies- “John’s gonna want a few”- David didn’t complain much, instead became rather curious on just how much of a regular Brock is- he did know most of the staff.
“Did ye work here at one point?” he asked.
Brock blinked, calming down some with the question and shaking his head. “No,” he trailed off and then giggled. “I used to come here every weekend when I was younger so I’ve come to know the family that runs it,” he explained.
“Oh,” David nodded. “So it’s family run still?”
“Mostly,” Brock answered, “The man who opened this place- our waiters dad- is retired now, so the guy who owns it now is actually a close family friend, but they all get along.”
David nodded again and then he grinned. “Why’d ye visit so frequently?” he asked.
Brock raised a brow, resting his arms on the table. “I came here with my family once and really liked it so I would just treat myself every weekend- if I didn’t have practice.” He paused then, and tilted his head. “Why are you so curious?”
David shrugged. “I like hearing ye talk, and I like learning about ye,” he said.
“Oh.”
He laughed. “Sorry, was that a weird thing to say?”
Brock shook his head quickly, chuckling a little. “No- no, it’s fine, just... not what I was expecting to hear,” he answered.
But, before David could ask, the waitress dropped off a box of cookies with a little wink and handed Brock the check before leaving.
Brock paid and tipped before leading David out to the car.
The ride to the apartment building was fun, mainly because Brock was right and David did love the cookies- “I told you so!” “Shut up- I’m trying to enjoy it!”- They soon did get back though and the night came to an end once they got to their floor.
David stalled by Brock door, rubbing the back of his neck as he held a cookie in his hand. “Thanks for treating me, Brock,” he said with a smile. “I owe ye a dinner,” he added.
Brock laughed. “I’ll hold you to that,” he said. “But, I’m glad you came. I hope you have a good night, David,” he gently patted his shoulder.
“Ye too, Brock,” he said. “I’ll see ya at practice tomorrow,” he added, before beginning down the hall.
“Yeah, later,” Brock called, watching for a moment with a fond smile before he headed inside, locking the door behind him.
