A Date of Some Sort
Several sips into his bottle, and the fizzy potion was working its magic. It was a funny thing what alcohol did to you. It just made all the wrong things seem right. Sadly, the twenty dollar beer hadn’t cast its spell onto the young man… yet. It was the a small voice, barely above a whisper, that broke the placid state Adrien had fallen into. Slowly prying open his right eye, a figure resembling Eddie, came into view.
“Ha, we on the joke cracking basis now?” The blonde chuckled, before closing his eyes again. When the curly brunette mentioned cake, Adrian’s eyebrows shot up. He hadn’t exactly been hungry, but a little cake never hurt anyone. “Didn’t think I could handle it myself, huh?” he teased, sitting up straighter; no longer resting on his elbows. Eyes still closed, Adrian felt the scent of cologne waft up to his nose. This prompted the young man to actually look at his date.
Eddie had cleaned up, and nicely. But would Adrian admit that to his face? Ha. Think again—- never in a hundred years. He’d rather jump off the dock before he complimented him. It was a contrast: the well-shaved, well-dressed brunette sitting alongside a scruffy blonde with nothing but a pair of Converse and a ratty flannel on. Okay, the flannel did look messy, but it was designer. It was supposed to look like that.
"Can’t believe you actually took my message to heart and dressed up, man." A low laugh rumbled in the back of his throat. Not really sure what to do, or what to talk about, Adrian gestured towards the case of liquor. "Fancy some dirty beer?"
"I didn't think we had to be on much of a basis at all to say that," Eddie responded sheepishly, nudging Adrian's cake and a plastic fork in his direction. "And I'm used to being the one to set up the dates, I've only ever been taken on one by someone else once. The only guy, besides you, clearly, that I've ever gone out with." He shrugged his shoulders and opened up his container, mushing up the refreshingly chilled chocolate pudding with the soft, moist chocolate. cake.
He had to admit that maybe this wasn't all that he'd been hoping for in terms of a date. Adrian wasn't even dressed up that nicely and he felt a bit silly. There just wasn't much... effort in all of this. Of course he wouldn't say that to his face.
"I don't drink, actually. But thank you," he responded politely to the question that was thrown at him. "Just... have a really long and difficult history with alcohol is all." He hated the stuff, actually, and he hated the smell of beer that was wafting in his direction but he made sure to keep a cool face, eyes down at his cake as he poked his fork into it. "So what brought you here? You always seem to be with someone or another."
