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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"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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