sirenspull_logs | I've got my roots and you've got ties

Who: Alan Humphries & Eric Slingby & You [That is to say this is OTA]
Where: One of the local restaurants
When: Nov. 11th - Evening, pre-sirens
Summary: Eric finally takes Alan out on a date or something like it but with these two nothing ever really goes quite as planned.
Warnings: Odds are this is going to end up a mess of crazy shenanigans and embarrassment - I'll add in warnings as they come.

One would think that when making a date both parties would arrive on time or as close to the agreed time as possible. Indeed one would think but if you were Alan Humphries you would be wrong and glaring at the chair across from you - the emptiness of it mocking and somehow strangely; insanely personally offensive. He didn't even want to bother with trying to figure out that whole mess and what it might mean.

Instead, he glanced at his watch and ticked off another couple of minutes of waiting. In the back of his mind he was wondering why Eric was late. Odds are Eric went to the wrong restaurant or he got distracted and sidetracked. Sometimes he was pretty sure if it wasn't for him the other wouldn't be on time for anything.

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I've been promising you a night out for too long, and now I'm late. I shouldn't do that.

[He kisses Alan on the top of his head, and then sits down across from him. He picks up a menu as he drops himself gracelessly into the chair.]

What do you want to eat?

"It was hardly your fault and those people need you a bit more than I do. They come in hurt and confused. You're a friendly face and helping hand; someone to protect them. Don't be silly."

He blushes a bit peering down at the menu on the table, a shy little smile tugging at his lips. He flipped the menu open and was reading it over having not even looked at it since it was put on the table before him. "I haven't really thought too much about it. Did you have something in mind?"

You might be glamorizing what I do just a bit. [He smiled back.] But that's not to say I don't enjoy hearing it.

You know me. I'll eat just about anything.

[He scanned the menu.]

Order what you like. Don't worry about the check.

"Okay so most days it's wandering the field and waiting but it's still important." He gave a grin gesturing with a finger. "And some days that is what you do. Like when people come in after sirens, you can't tell me you don't keep them safe."

Oh he knows alright and it makes him chuckle softly. The first time he'd ever gone to Eric's he'd taken one look at the kitchen, shrugged back into his coat and left to get what he deemed as real food. Alan shook his head and put the menu aside.

"I think that chicken pasta thing sounds divine. That along with a salad and I'm set." Leaning forward he tapped at Eric's menu with a finger, a brow arching. "Are you trying to spoil me? Because if you are this is the right way to go about it."

[Eric looks over the top of the menu and grins.]

Of course I am. Aren't I always? Are you sure that's all you want?

"See, I'm on to you, mister." A wag of his finger and a smirk, of course he's teasing. "You really should know by now there isn't any need for that."

"I'm sure." He makes a soft humming sound and nods. "We can discuss desserts if you want."

"Of course I do." Eric grinned. "Dessert is the best part."

He looks thoughtful for a moment, then smiles a softer, warmer smiles. "And you'll always be spoiled rotten if I get any say in it."

"Frankly, I don't care what it is as long as it's sweet maybe chocolate or vanilla. But it's certainly got to be something I can't make myself." Because what's the point in going out to eat if you can make it all yourself?

That smile tugs right as his heartstrings and he smiles back, if it wasn't painfully obvious before he was smitten it would certainly be now. "I don't need to be spoiled. I ready have more than I've ever expected."

"We'd have to go to a much nicer restaurant than this to find something you couldn't make." Eric winks, enjoying the flirt. "And yes, if I have I way you'll always be spoiled."

"Well, I've made my choice. Maybe you should..."

He finds himself squirming a bit at that flirty bit of praise - never did know how to deal with that, a blush creeping up his cheeks. Eric always does this renders him speechless. Never fails, ever. "Now I know you're just flirting and stretching the truth. You really shouldn't."

Alan tries to effect a scolding tone but it falls a bit short and into more than a bit playful. "I'm not already? Just what plans do you have for me?" Because it there was more coming he wasn't sure he could handle it. He's got his rag-tag family, a cat, a real home that isn't just him in a flat by himself and Eric - life is good.

"I'm ready when you are."

Maybe I am. But, you're cute when you blush. {And, like Alan, the moment Alan blushes if Eric hadn't already been smitten, he would be now.]

[He leans over and waves for a waiter to get their order and...

He sees Ronald and William.]

Is that who I think it is, Alan?

"You're not helping." In fact, it's only getting worse. He's sure they could cook something on his face with how hot it feels right now.

"Eh?" Alan tilts his head then turns to glance over his shoulder. It doesn't take even a second before he knows exactly who it is. "The boss and the rookie getting tanked? Absolutely."

[Eric snorts and bursts out laughing freely at that. "The Rookie" "Tanked"? The more casual way of speaking is adorable on Alan, and Eric can't help laughing.]

It is indeed. Should we go over?

"I have clearly been on the Network a bit too much. B-but it's all still true!" He hastens to add at Eric's laughter before huffing slightly, embarrassed - mostly because he misunderstands the reason for his laughter.

"Anyway I don't see why not. We might as well go over and invite them back to the table." There can't be any harm in that besides how often did they all get together outside the office?

"You're adorable. Yes, let's invite them. After all, do you really trust me to be alone with you?" He winks, teasing.

"You're not helping. If you keep calling me adorable I'm going to be as red as Grell's hair." He shook his head coming to his feet. "Absolutely not. You're the worst thing for my respectable reputation." Smoothing out his clothes he gives a little smirk.

"You're going to ruin me. If you haven't already." Alan reached and tugged gently at his tie, leaning down towards him his voice quite. "Not that I would have it any other way." He presses a kiss just under his ear.

"Now then let's go be social shall we?"

[Eric thrills at the kiss, knowing he's hopelessly and utterly Alan's.]

Of course, whatever you want.

I've got my roots and you've got ties

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