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Post by Anty on May 17, 2011 22:15:32 GMT -5
Anthony tightened the green-striped tie around his neck, looking into the bathroom mirror. It killed him, seeing himself in a snotty business suit, it really did, but Evan had insisted on Ant wearing it, if they were to go on a romantic date. So here he was, looking as crumby as ever, in a stupid suit. It had taken him almost a half hour to get the tie on, and he had probably done it wrong anyways. With one last glance in the mirror, he swallowed down his pride, and rushed out the door(he had no time to waste, he was already late, after all).
Evan was already at the restaurant, because he had come straight from work. It wasn't the norm for them, they usually wouldn't go out, them being gay and all. There were really too many homophobes in the world these days. So, because of these said homophobes, Anthony an Evan usually stayed in, eating Chinese takeout and watching a romantic movie(that was of course Evan's choice, Anthony's choice would have been porn). But tonight was their one-month anniversary, and they had to do something major(according to Evan, if it were Anthony's choice, they would have had celebratory sex, or something).
A whole month had gone by, and nothing horrific had happened. It was an oddity for them, it really was. Neither would have ever thought that they could last this long, a whole month. Yet, here they were, going on a nice, romantic dinner for their one-month anniversary.
All of Anthony's thoughts came to a complete stop as he reached the restaurant's front door. He, much like his thoughts, came to a complete halt at the door. He could see his small figure in the reflection on the glass, and he couldn't help but stare. Normally, he was wearing baggy clothes, or boxers, but now he could see his petite, feminine, figure, and he felt the heat rushing towards his cheeks as he blushed.
He opened the door, stepping through it as he remembered he was running late. The man at the front, the one meant for seating people, or whatever they did, Anthony didn't really know, looked him up and down. "May I help you, sir?" he said in a snotty voice. Anthony couldn't help but chuckle a little, as he replied. He hated people like that, he truly did. He would even go as far to say that he felt sorry for them, for chrissake! No matter, Anthony made it to their table unharmed, and smiled, sheepishly, down at Evan(he was standing near the table Evan was waiting for him at). "Hello, my sweets," he said, suave as hell.
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Post by Waddle on May 17, 2011 23:12:33 GMT -5
Twiddling with a fork was not Evan's favorite pass-time. But he would sit here for days just to see Anthony. He didn't even check the time. Instead, he tried to imagine how Anty would look when he walked in. Lessons learned had Evan expecting him to look terrible and be drunk off his ass to boot. But everything with Anthony made Evan hope. And his hopes were saying he'd look partially decent and wouldn't be drunk.
Once again, Evan was surprised by Anthony. He smiled as he looked over one shoulder, recognizing Anthony's voice. "Well hello there, handsome." Evan didn't think Anthony looked feminine at all. Quite the opposite, in fact. Evan thought he was sexy as hell. Evan always thought Anty was sexy. Even when he was passed out on the floor. Some would say he was foolish, others love-struck, still others would put it simply as helpless. The truth was that he was all of the above and frankly he didn't want it any other way. He'd be there for Anthony through anything. Friendship had turned to love, and it love turned back to friendship, Evan would understand. But the original friendship would never change. Anthony had come through when Evan had needed it, and Evan would do the same for Anthony any day and everyday.
Already, they were attracting some strange looks from the Rose's other patrons. Ignoring them was easy - nobody wanted to make a scene in the peaceful place. Nobody wanted to make a ripple in the pond that was this restaurant. That was exactly the reason Evan had decided on this Silent Rose for his and Anthony's first date. Nobody would bug them.
Gesturing to the chair opposite him, Evan said, "You look great. Your tie..." Anthony's tie was rather amusing. Reaching across the table, Evan fixed it quickly, grinning like an idiot. He was always like this around Anthony - much too happy, giddy, giggly and tipsy. Evan sat back in his chair and laced his fingers together in his lap. Heat rose up his neck and he blushed, completely unsure as to what to do next. Normally it was he who was better with public appearances, but not in this case. He'd never gone out on a date with someone his own sex before. The awkwardness and the giddy happiness clashed, showing on his face by the blush and the grin. "I didn't think you'd actually wear the suit," he mumbled, raising his eyes to look at Anthony's outfit once again. "The green stripes accent your eyes and makes them pop." He didn't even realize how utterly gay that sounded until it was too late to stop the words from coming out. It might have just been his imagination, but he thought he heard an amused, muffled snort of laughter come from a table near them. Evan ducked his head again, pressing his lips together to keep from saying something else stupid.
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Post by Anty on May 19, 2011 0:01:57 GMT -5
Anthony's smile lingered as he leaned forward to kiss Evan's cheek before taking the seat directly across from him. This place was corny as hell, Anthony knew. He would much rather be at a bar, or anywhere else, for that matter, preferably a bar though. He felt as if he was in some sort of corny romance movie, the kind he and Evan would normally watch. No matter, though, he had Evan here with him, so he would make it out alive.
Anthony patted down his tie once Evan was done with it, muttering about how impossible they made ties these days. He nodded to Evan, "Well don't you look charming tonight?" he asked rhetorically, a guilty smile on his face. He noted what Evan was wearing: a simple collar shirt and tie, what Evan would usually wear to work. Lucky little bastard... Anthony thought, unbuttoning his suit jacket(the proper suit etiquette). Ah well, he's attractive, very attractive, and he loves me... more or less. He's worth the snotty businessman suit.
Looking around, Anthony noticed how much of a staring problem Noatak had. Really, it seemed as if every pair of eyes in the room was fixed upon them. Anthony nearly choked on the glass of water he was sipping from, chuckling. "Really, Evan?" he asked, recovering. "Isn't that a bit gay, even for you?"
The waiter arrived, a pad and pencil in hand. A young guy, he looked like he smelled something horrid. Probably just a another homophobe. He turned to Anthony first, "And what will you be having to drink?" he asked. Anthony cleared his throat before speaking, "I'll have a... " he trailed off. Of course, he wanted to say beer, but he knew how much of a dick move that would have been, especially for a one-month anniversary, it would have killed Evan. "I'll just have a diet coke... Gotta keep my slim figure," he said in very matter-of-fact tone.
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Post by Waddle on May 20, 2011 16:40:36 GMT -5
It was impossible for Evan not to grin at anything Anthony said, but also a small blush crept into his cheeks. He probably should have dressed up a bit more too, instead of just wearing what he wore to work every day. Oh well, no going back now. Any embarrassment was worth seeing Anty in a suit. The small blush spread to his ears but then faded as laughed nervously. "Yeah, it kinda is, but..." he trailed off, looking up at the waiter that appeared out of nowhere. Evan felt an unusual amount of pride as Anthony ordered a soda instead of booze. He really is trying to change. God, I love that man. "You hardly have a figure," he told Anty with a wink and a grin. "Water, please and thanks." The waiter nodded and walked away, leaving the two - the couple (Evan still found it hard to believe that sometimes) - alone with their menus and the eyes of everyone in the restaurant trained on them like hungry wolves.
Evan fidgeted uncomfortably for a moment, then dismissed the eyes. There wasn't much to be done about them. Let them stare. Evan wasn't ashamed, and he didn't give a damn if they thought he was sinning for liking someone of the same sex. He was a bit surprised that it wasn't already big news around this tiny town. He and Ant had been living together for a month. Then again, anyone who knew anything about Anthony Wade Sanderson knew he couldn't take care of himself, and might have believed Evan to just be helping out a friend. It was what he did. He helped people, though letting one live with him went a bit over the top. But there was a huge difference from letting just anyone live with him, and letting Anthony live with him.
Evan was holding his menu and his head was tilted town as if he were looking at it, but he was watching Anthony. Anthony in a suit - and sober to boot. Hey, that rhymed - was too cute to not stare at. He risked a glance around and saw most people had stopped staring at them, though they did cast occasional glances. Evan relaxed, slouched a bit in his seat, and laced his fingers together on top of the menu. "So.. what're you going to get?"
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Post by Anty on May 26, 2011 2:19:14 GMT -5
OKAY BLIP IS GOING TO POST TOMORROW KAY?
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Post by Waddle on May 27, 2011 3:06:46 GMT -5
okey dokey artichokeys (no clue about spelling) xD
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Post by Mothtoto. on Jun 15, 2011 15:10:37 GMT -5
Adrienne tied the small apron around her waist and grabbed a round black tray, balancing two drinks on top.
Here she was, intern at the clinic, still waiting tables. Since she was out of medical school, she had figured she wouldn't need another job to keep up her income. But oh no. She really rather loathed this job. Not only were the customers crumby pricks, but there happened to be this one other employee....His name was Rafael. Let's just say they had a mutual hatred for each other type of relationship going on. But at least she was good at waiting tables, right? The customers typically loved her and she got tips galore.
She walked hastily through the swinging doors and into the dining area of the restaurant. She already had plenty of other tables to wait, but Rafael had insisted she take this one as well, because he didn't "support their type." It made her kind of wonder what sort of people were at the table, but then she figured Rafael was probably some racist son of a bitch, and they were simply black.
When Adrienne arrived at the designated table, her eyes were fixed on the drinks. She looked up quickly and smiled, but what she saw didn't exactly comprehend in her brain at first. It wasn't a black couple like she had expected. Far from it.
It was.... Evan and Anthony. On a date? No, they couldn't be gay. First of all, she'd slept with both of them. She had dated Evan for the longest time and he had never appeared the type to be playing for the same team. And Anthony.... Well, she wasn't that surprised about Anthony. He'd sleep with anyone.
"Wha... what're you guys doing here?"
She got back to her job and set the diet coke in front of Anthony, and then reached across the table to place the water next to Evan, her body coming into very close quarters with Evan. No, no. She got away from him very quickly. She still had feelings for this man, and here he was. On a date. With another man.
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