A Little Sus Part 2 - Reccordshipping (Lou x Dareth) [Part 1]
Dareth was beyond relived when Lou told him he was going to run late, it meant he had enough time to clean his suit up form the last party he went to where he wound up in an ocean of dyed water. "Jesper next time I want to pick where we go for a fish party," He mumbled to himself, running the steamer over it and brushing out the salt. You would think that a fish party would be fishing with a bunch of people, which it is, but the party-portion is the real catch.
He shook it out before throwing it on over his tan polo, double checking his hair and foundation before waltzing out the door. A date with Lou Brookstone, not something he expected to be real, not in this age, but not something he was going to put him down for. It was Lou's idea after all, it was at least worth a shot. Besides, he would be able to tell him if it's not right anyway, right? "And if anything goes wrong, we're still friends... I hope." He wavered and stepped out into the city.
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"Cole, We really should not be meddling with this- I have nothing to do with this-" Zane was being pulled by the arm.
"Oh yes you are, you were with me for the first look-out, now you're stuck in here with me." He continued to stomp, the two of them dresses up nice for the occasion. Cole had planned it out, they were going to take a seat at a table, overhear their conversation -that's where Zane comes in- and then confront them afterwards. It was going to be perfect.
The nindroid fixed his tie and collar, "This feels wrong to me."
"Zane, let me put this into perspective," He rolled the words around in his mouth, "Lets say, your dad started dating oh, I dunno, Jay's parents. Wouldn't you be a little concerned? Wouldn't you want to know if it was a joke or not?"
He furrowed his brows, "Yes, I would be very concerned, my father is dead and that would make for a very strange relationship."
"ugh, lets just go."
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"It's just nerves, it's going to be just fine!" Lou reasoned with himself behind the wheel. Dareth was fine with him running late by 30 minutes, right? He said it was okay over the phone. Maybe he had to get some things too? It was hard to pick out flowers for him, not many flowers were naturally brown unless they were dying or dried up, so he opted for golds instead. Getting flowers for the guy wasn't weird, Lou wore flowers all of the time- though he didn't even ask of Dareth liked flowers.
This was starting out horribly.
He eyed Dareth across the parking lot, the two stepping out of their vehicles at just the same time both dressed in suits with different cuts. "Is my timing impeccable or what? How are you?" He laughed and hugged the performer, "Those for me?"
"Oh- yes yes, do you know how hard it is to find brown flowers?"
"Not unless they're dead," Dareth snorted, taking the flowers and promptly sticking a few in his inner suit pockets, letting the heads poke out.
Lou offered a hand and the two walked in-toe. New problem, who was going to get the door? They both reached for it at the same time.
"Oh, my bad."
"Hah, sorry."
"Go ahead!"
"No please, your hand was first."
"Are you sure?"
"This was your idea for a date Lou, you get to open the door for me. I'm the guest."
"Right-"
"What are they doing?" Cole whispered from the roof of a building.
Zane held his hands up over his eyes like binoculars, "They seem to be having trouble opening the door. It is an order of operations problem."
"Huh, I guess that never crossed my mind. If two guys go on a date, who opens the door?"
"Whoever reaches it first, or whoever is on the side farthest from the handle. When we enter, I will get the door for us.- They're going inside, looks like your father opened the door."
"Wow, fan-cy," Dareth gleamed, "Say, this isn't one of your regular spots to go, is it?"
"Oh no, of course not. There's a different place down town, but I figured it'd be good to go somewhere that has more lenient reservation times. I actually know the owner of this one, she used to be part of an octet."
"Good evening, are you on the list?" the man at the podium began looking into the book. "Yes, under Brookstone. I am sorry for being half an hour late, some things popped up that I had to attend to." He smiled nervously. The man nodded and checked of the name, taking two menus and guiding them to a table.
"Something came up, what was that?" Dareth asked, flipping open the pages.
"Why I had to get the flowers of course, and I had to deliver a few letters."
"... at.. 6pm? Is the post office even open at that time?" He glanced up.
Lou picked at the corner, "No, but that doesn't mean I can't drop them off into pick-up boxes."
"That's what a mailbox is for?"
"I only have the little slit in my door, I thought having a box would clash with my house. Besides! I like to talk to the postman when he delivers. it makes it much harder to know when he's delivering a package if he doesn't right the bell!"
Dareth blinked and thought about it. Made enough sense to him, though it still seemed counter intuitive.
"Zane this place needed reservations??" Cole hissed.
"Yes, which is what I just did electronically. You can thank me later." He pulled open the door.
The deskman looked up at the two, eyes going from the broad-shouldered man with a comically large mustache, to the taller one with black pulled-back hair. "Reservation?"
"Yes," Zane hesitated, not wanting to lie. "It is on your website?"
Cole caught a glimpse of one of the last names, "Thornberry."
"uhhh....." He looked down and then back up, "You don't.. look like a miss Thornberry..." Cole stiffened, "I’m her husband. This is. My other Husband?"
"She set this up." Zane swiftly added. He looked from one to the other before leaning in, "Or we can take our money elsewhere."
He closed the book and took up two menus, "this way."
"Where did you learn to do that?" Cole whispered as they walked through, spotting where his father and Dareth were.
"Pixal has done this many times before, and it is terrifyingly useful." He whispered back.
"There's a lot to choose from," Lou looked over the various dishes, "What are you getting?"
"Just appetizers for me, I figure that we'll be talking more than anything." He slapped his wallet, not breaking eye contact.
Lou looked up at him, "I'm hosting, I can pay for it you know."
"Well in that case I want lobster bisque." He joked, pulling open the menu once more.
"I said I can pay for it, not hand over an arm and a leg," He chuckled, "Though that does sound good."
"Nah, nowhere in the city is it good. You want really good lobster, you'll have to travel east, just south of Stiix. Best lobster I've ever had- cheap too," Dareth hummed, "Go further and you can get a really good goose roast."
"Oh? Since when have you been over on those parts of the continent?"
"Well I did travel a lot for a little bit after my fluke. Jesper and I went all over the place, but I came back to the city since it's so homely to me. Country life just isn't what's for me, y'know?"
Lou nodded, "Yeah, I worry about that for me sometimes. When I retire I mean. I don't know what I'll do with myself then, maybe I can keep preforming.. and hope I don't sprain anymore ankles or knees."
Cole leaned in intently, "Well?"
"Cole this is really silly. They are talking about life."
"What? Is it even a date if it's not romantic?"
"A date can be anything Cole, it's primary goal is to let two or more people get to know each other better. Like for instance, I can initiate one right now by telling you about my day."
Cole set down the menu, "Oh? And how is your day?"
"It is going well. Currently I think I look very silly, and would much rather look like myself, but I do like your mustache."
"Yeah? I like it too. I just hope it doesn't fall off this time."
Zane chuckled, "You are your father's son."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" He leaned in.
Zane leaned on the table, "You both like your mustaches."
