Pretty woman~ w/ marmorite

[the_tailor]

((ooc: continuation of this!))


[Going back to his usual nights had been a bummer, to say the least. Sure, Lance was used to it, but he couldn't get the boy he met out of his head. In a way, it was kind of nice to at least have someone to fantasize about to make things a little easier to deal with, though he felt bad about using his image like that. But you gotta do what you gotta do in a business like this.

It isn't long, though, before their date night comes up. Lance has spent all evening working on making himself look good. Not his usual hooker-y flashiness, but just...good. Casual but still a little sexy. His jeans are tight enough to be a second skin, and his top shows off his broad shoulders and a little bit of stomach when he bends just the right way. He puts on the lightest bit of makeup, just to bring out his eyes. By the time he's done, his phone buzzes, and--oh. Keith's already here. He quickly pulls on his boots, grabbing his wallet before eagerly heading down the stairs of his building.

When he sees Keith on his bike, he heads over, taking no time in giving him a kiss on the cheek to greet him.]

Missed you, Keithy Keith.

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[the_tailor]

[Reservations. You're gonna make Lance swoon, you fancy boy.

But he just blinks at Keith once they're seated.]

Wha? No! I know you don't make much as a delivery boy. I couldn't make you pay for my meal.

[marmorite]

[ keith is already propping his menu up to cover his face. like a mature adult. ]

You can cover the movie, if you want.

[ because it's definitely gonna cost less, LOOK MAYBE IF YOU HAD MORE MONEY YOU'D NEED TO WORK LESS OKAY.................. ]

[the_tailor]

[So mature.... And do you have reasons for wanting Lance to work less, Keith? Huh?]

Hnnnngh... Fine. But next time, dinner's on me.

[Because he really hopes there will be a next time.]

[marmorite]

[ mmmmmmmaaaaybe... ]

Sounds fair.

[ keith is hoping for it too, tbh. so far, everything's been good. ]

My coworker said the garlic knots here are supposed to be good.

[the_tailor]

[He immediately perks up at that. Dude. Keith, you just struck his weak point for massive damage.]

Really?! Garlic knots are practically like my favorite food! Oh man, we've just started and already this is the best.

[marmorite]

[ keith looks genuinely surprised by that, but pleasantly so. maybe if he had a bit more foresight he probably wouldn't have been so quick to bring it up since... kissing... but oh well. maybe it won't be so bad if they're both garlicy. ]

I'm having a good time too, [ he thinks to add. just you know. in case lance was curious. ]

[the_tailor]

[Eh. Lance won't care. They'll both be garlicy. And if anything they can just brush their teeth and use some mouthwash once they get to the really good kissy bits.]

I'm glad. It's been...a while since I've been on a date, so I'm kind of... [He waves his hand aimlessly.] Really rusty. But I really want you to have a great time, so!

[marmorite]

[ practical! keith likes it. ]

You're doing fine to me. [ but then again... ] I haven't really dated much either.

[ like... at all. ]

what happened to my HTML i s2g lance was not whispering all that

[the_tailor]

Looking like that? I'm surprised, honestly. I know I'd be all over wanting your attention if I met you in any other way.

[Attention is good, Keith is hot, easy equation right there.]

lance? whispering??? never

[marmorite]

[ keith shifts a little. not uncomfortably, per se. he's getting more and more used to lance's random compliments, he thinks. ]

I'm not exactly the easiest guy to approach, [ he explains rather bluntly. ] So most people don't.

[the_tailor]

True... I mean, don't take this the wrong way, but you do kind of have a minor case of resting bitch face? It's a good thing I approached you anyway.

[He smiles, nudging Keith's foot from under the table.]

It makes it mega charming when I really see you smile, though.

[marmorite]

Technically, I approached you.

[ not for a date or anything, but. he'll go ahead and nudge lance's foot back because he knows he's right! ]

[the_tailor]

Oh, yeah, true. Not that I wouldn't have strutted over if I saw your pretty face idling nearby anyway.

[He winks. And another nudge, cause he can.]

[marmorite]

If you say so...

[ not that he doesn't believe you, lance, but he's kind of pretty much convinced their meeting was purely coincidental. in no other way could it have ever happened to work out like it did.

he straightens up a little when the waitress comes over, asking for their orders. keith immediately orders a plate of garlic knots, but then looks to lance to go first. ]

[the_tailor]

[It's fate, okay. Fate.

Lance orders himself a simple pasta dish, not wanting to go overboard; he definitely isn't about to pick anything expensive off the menu, especially since Keith's paying. But even simple pasta is pretty A+++ to someone with a diet like his these days.]

[marmorite]

[ keith isn't exactly ecstatic about lance's choice of a single dish, but he supposes stuffing oneself after almost starving isn't really a wise idea either... he's already contemplating how to sneak in snacks into the theater by the time the waitress leaves to put in their order.

a silence falls and keith realizes they've now come to the part of a date that he's always terrible at: small talk.

idly, he starts to play with the knife by his plate. ]

So... What kinda stuff are you into...?

[the_tailor]

[Keith, put the knife down--

It's fine, because Lance is great at small talk. What with his general inability to shut up.]

Uhhh, like hobbies? Well, I'm definitely into video games, even though the systems I have are like two generations old. I'm really into swimming, too. Always have been since I was a little kid. I grew up right by a beach, and I think I spent half my time in the water. Mom used to call me a mermaid. I kept saying, nooooo, mom, merman! But she kept saying mermaid.

[marmorite]

[ but it's nice and sharp :c

and that's totally fine too, because if lance is doing all the talking, keith feels less awkward about not being able to contribute much. not to say none of what lance says isn't interesting him. ]

You'd make a pretty mermaid.

[ look at him, he's so slick. ]

[the_tailor]

Merman. I'm not wearing a seashell bra.

[He teases, but... Lance is very clearly happy at the compliment.]

Thanks, though.

[marmorite]

You could though. You could pull it off.

[ and also literally... pull it off.


(calm down keith you are in a family place) ]

[the_tailor]

[Keith pls. Control your thirst until after dinner, at least.]

Weeeeeell.... I mean, you're not wrong. I could pull off a heck of a lot of things.

[Wink.

...control your thirst too, Lance.]

[marmorite]

I bet.

[ did keith's voice just get a little lower? jesus. let's all just take a moment to remember that this is the same man who had so staunchly refused lance's offer for sex when they first met those two nights ago. rest in peace, wherever that man is now.

so maybe it's a good thing their waitress returns with their meals because, jesus. keith has to forcibly drag his eyes away from the other man, reaching over to take a considerable gulp of his water. ]

[the_tailor]

[O-oh. Lance definitely notices that slight deepening of Keith's voice. Hello, slight turn on. Thankfully he doesn't pop a boner or anything--he's got some self control, thank you very much--but still.

Yeah. Keith better be inviting him up for coffee later.

He takes a gulp of his own water before thanking the waitress, and starts to tuck into his food. It might just be a pasta dish, but it's a really good pasta dish. Considering Lance's normal diet, this is practically gourmet eating. He can't help but give a little moan of satisfaction after the first bite.]

Oh, maaaaan. This is good.

[marmorite]

You're pretty easy to impress.

[ it's strange how keith's mood flip-flops easily between arousal (how's he supposed to react when lance moans like that? already, his mind wonders how he'd sound in other situations—) and fondness because, really, he's never met anyone who's so genuine in something as simple as their enjoyment of food. keith's own diet isn't anything to shake a stick at, living like a broke college student without the college part, but food had always been more of a necessity than a luxury to him. like sleeping, it was just something you had to do.

so he's smiling faintly around a forkful of his own pasta, and he's content to let them lapse into some silence so lance can eat without interruption. ]

[the_tailor]

Mmgh... Maybe a little.

[He smiles at him before delving right back into his food. Happy Lance is happy, okay. He keeps up some light chatter, though the two of them are also pretty focused on their food. Simple pleasures, really.

By the time they're done, Lance is leaning back in his chair, practically boneless.]

That...was soooooo tasty.