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This isn't horribly wrong because I wasn't sure how to create a disaster, but I still hope it's good, and I hope I got the characters right! Also, it takes place in Denny's, but I made some food up, and it's really something else, OK bye.

Pairing: Demlys

Word Count: 1575

Warnings: None

“What’s taking so long?”

“The place is busy tonight” The Athenian rested his head in his hand, eyes scanning the Denny’s.

Lysander glanced at his boyfriend, and whipped out his phone, holding down the home button until the familiar ring of Siri sounded, signaling that it was listening. “Siri, how long does it take to cook spaghetti?”

“I found this on the web” He groaned, before typing into his phone, and then huffing.

“It has been 15 minutes.”

“How long does it take?”

“8-12 minutes according to Google”. He shoved his phone into his pocket.

Demosthenes rubbed the back of his neck, tilting it to one side. “We still don’t have our drinks either”.

“We should ask them what is going on”. The Spartan sat upright, crossing his arms across his chest.

Dem rested his hand, looking at Lys who merely stared down at their hands. “Or...we wait for a few more minutes, and then you can ask”

Silence fell between the two of them, as the Spartan thought about whether or not he should listen. Sighing, he nodded. “Fine”

“Five minutes then?”

“Three”.

So there they sat, chatting, messing with each other, and enjoying the positives of the date. The entire time, however, Lysander check his phone, making sure he didn’t miss the three-minute mark.

Three minutes passed, and their order hadn’t arrived yet. Lys checked the time, before waving his hand at a waitress. “Excuse me!” he said, practically yelling down the passage. The waitress walked over a smile on her face.

“Yes, how may I help you?”

“Nothing we ordered has arrived. We have been here for 15 minutes, and we don’t even have our water. I want to know what is going on”. The waitress tilted her head as she listened, the smile long gone from her face. “I’ll go check on it and bring you some water. What did you order?”

“The Lover’s Spaghetti” Dem spoke up, smiling at the waitress.

She nodded, scribbling some notes on her pad, before pocketing the item. “I’ll be back with your water, and an update on your spaghetti.” She flashed a smile and made her way to the kitchen.

They waited a bit, and before long she was back with two glasses of water. She put one in front of each and tucked her tray under her arm. “I talked to the kitchen staff, and they started making it right as I got in there, so it will be ready in about 8-12 minutes. Is there anything you would like to get in the meantime?”

The pair shared a glance, squinted at one another, and turned back to the waitress. “No thanks, but thank you for the water!” Dem smiled, as Lys grouchy sipped his water, upset he was going to have to wait a bit longer.

She nodded and left, leaving the two alone.

Lys put his water down. “That spaghetti better be good, or I will be really mad”.

Dem sighed, “I don’t blame you”.

The time started ticking by slowly, and they now had to entertain themselves until their food came out. They both pulled their phones out, and scrolled through them.

Demosthenes suddenly felt a light kick on his shin. Looking up from his phone, he saw Lysander focused on his phone. He said nothing, looking back at his own phone, and lightly kicked back.

Now Lys looked up and saw Dem looking at his phone. The Athenian glanced up, grinned a bit, and looked back at his phone. Lys smirked and kicked back a bit harder, and for the remaining five minutes, they kicked each other in the legs. Neither wanted to be the first to quit, so as the seconds went by, they kicked a little harder every time, their competitiveness shining through.

The waitress from before arrived with their spaghetti, and they both ended their game, ready to eat. “Here we are, ‘The Lover’s Spaghetti’,” she placed the plate in front of them, pulling out silverware for them, “If you have any more questions or concerns, please come and find me”. She flashed a smile and moved onto another table.

The Spartan nearly ripped at the napkin hugging is silverware, hungry and impatient. Demosthenes wasn’t behind, ready to dig in and eat the beast of a meal. They both grabbed their forks, and dug in, groaning at the taste, satisfied. They continued to eat and often found themselves biting off the same noodle, and meeting in the middle.

They finished their meal and sat back in their seats, bellies full, and a lot bigger.

Dem looked at Lys, “Dessert?”

“Dessert”.

They each ordered ice cream, knowing that it wouldn’t take long, and that way they could leave soon, go home and cuddle as they fell asleep.

A waiter brought their dessert and left quickly. They both were about to dig in when an odor hit both of their noses. Lysander looked up, “Why does it smell bad?”

Demosthenes shrugged and began tearing apart the scoop of ice cream. He reached the middle and scrunched up his nose. “There is mold”.

“There is what?”

“Mold”. He tilted his ice cream bowl upwards, showcasing the inside of his scoop, revealing a black crusty substance alongside a greenish oozing liquid.

Lysander’s face darkened, anger taking over. Fortunately he spotted the waitress from early, and unfortunately for her, she had to deal the Spartan. He stood up, grabbing Dem’s bowl and marched on over, towering over her. “Excuse me”.

She turned, the smile on her face washing away quickly upon seeing his glare. “Yes?”

“The ice cream has mold”. He put the bowl in her face, and she scrunched up her nose.

“That’s disgusting”.

“You’re telling me?”

The waitress grabbed the bowl, “I’ll talk to my manager” she examined it a bit more and handed it back. “Go ahead and sit down, I’ll be back shortly”. With that, she turned and left, walking towards the back.

Marching back to his seat, Lys sat down with a huff. He placed the bowl on the table and crossed his arms, bouncing his leg.

Dem leaned forward, “What did she say?”

“She is getting the manager”.

“Good”.

It wasn’t long until she came back out with the manager. The manager cleared his throat, “I heard there were some complications with your ice cream?”

“Yes, there is mold in the center of our scoops”. Dem showed off their scoops, both now open, revealing the black center.

“How about we get you more ice cream?”

Lysander huffed, “That is a dumb idea. What I want is this removed from the bill.”

“What’s wrong with a new scoop?” The manager squinted his eyes.

“It came from the same ice cream as the other scoop did, and they both had mold. The ice cream is bad”.

“Well you ordered  it, so you should pay for it!”

Lys tilted his head, his voice becoming louder, “I have to pay for spoiled ice cream your restaurant gave me? Hell, I shouldn’t even have to pay for the spaghetti because I had to wait 30 minutes for your staff to make and serve it!” He stood up, “I- we had to wait for water. Water.”

The manager sighed. “That isn’t my problem-”

“You are the manager!”

“Ok, ok,” the manager put his hands up, glancing around at the other customers watched, some parents checking their children's’ ice cream, gasping at what they found, “sir, just calm down-”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!”

“Sally deal with this!” The manager grabbed the poor waitress and shoved her in front of him.

Sally inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. “No, you're the manager”.

Dem finally stood up, deciding to put his fair share in. “After the way we have been treated, I believe we shouldn't have to pay for the ice cream at least, if not that then nothing at all. Sally,” he gestured his hand towards her, “has been kind and helpful. So do your job as the manager and take it off the bill”.

The manager looked around, nervous from all the eyes in the room, specifically a certain Spartan’s. He sighed, “Fine. Sally, go remove the ice cream”. The waitress walked off and went to change the bill, leaving the manager alone with the couple. She returned with the bill.

“Who's paying?”

“I am”. Lysander grabbed it angrily, and opened it, and found a note on the receipt. It read, ‘Just put your card on and I’ll pretend that you are paying. I’m putting it on the house’. He glanced at her, and pulled out his wallet, and placed his card in. “Here”.

She walked off and came back with a fake receipt and his card. “Have a good night!” She smiled, the manager standing idly next to her.

“Thank you, and goodnight”. Demosthenes smiled, walking ahead.

Lysander followed, not saying anything, however right before walking out of the restaurant, flipped the manager off, who stood baffled while Sally tried her hardest not to laugh at her boss’s expression.

The drive home was tense, both men angry/frustrated, but overall happy with the kindness of the waitress. Once they arrived at their dorm, Lysander sat on the bed and began getting ready for bed. Once he was ready, he angrily plopped onto the bed, looking at Dem who was just finishing getting ready to sleep.