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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Honestly, what is Dispatch without its rookie?

[ Another little tidbit William normally would have kept to himself, but the alcohol's making him speak his mind even more than normal tonight. But, there can't be too much harm in letting your newest workers he's a valuable and welcome member of their team right? Perhaps William could stand to use that tactic on a normal basis. ]

[ And that in itself is enough for him to crack the barest semblance of a smile. ]

Better watch yourself, William. First calling me your friend and now, saying you lot would be nothing without me. Might end up stealing my heart away right from under my nose.

[ He'll just laugh it off, really. ]

[ Ronald's little comment has William's hand re-affixing itself to his glasses once more. ]

There is nothing wrong with me saying such things. You should be happy I am doing so, at all. Honestly.

Never said I wasn't.

[ There's that smile that's just all honest and well meaning and everything that lists him as the team's optimist again. ]

You prolly haven't the slightest idea just how hearing all that's making me feel.

[ It's the bourbon talking. ]

Good, I should hope. Otherwise, I can always take it back.

[ Definitely the bourbon talking because within the next minute or so, he's leaning in with his hand tight around William's again. Like it's a lifeline. ]

Don't you bloody dare.

[ He seems serious at least. ]

Took a bleeding long while to finally get you to open up... M'not about to let you take it back just yet.

[ Ronald seems rather insistent upon holding his hand tonight. William knows he should find that odd, but with his mind so hazy right now, he can't quite place his finger on why. ]

I won't. Just do not go running about telling everyone.

[ It's contact. The only contact he's ever made and he's not about to let go. Some people are snuggly when they're drunk after all. ]

Course not. S'not just anyone who gets to 'ear this sort of thing from you after all. s'just...

[ His words are slurring -- so much more than they usually do and it's not just from his ridiculous accent. ]

Might've... might've 'ad a bit of a torch burning for you for a while now s'all... then this comes along and the Core and all and I dunno what to think...

[ William puts his drink down and turns to look at Ronald more fully, a perplexed look about him. ]

A torch..? What are you on about?

Better t'show than tell, eh...?

[ And in one motion, he's leaned in with a hand beneath William's chin to tip him close. Without even considering what he was doing, his lips are on the other male's own and the distance between them is all but gone.

So much for logic. Logic, for lack of a better term, had rightly fucked itself in the arse. It was the bourbon, it really was. Normally, such a thing would never come to mind. ]

[ Normally William would have intercepted that drunken move before it even had the chance to make contact. But that bourbon... let's just say it takes a few moments of wide eyed staring as Ronald kisses him before it clicks and he finally pushes the eager boy's face away. ]

Knox, what are you... I am your boss!

[ You know, because that's the important point right now. ]

[ And then it hits him, just what he's doing. The bourbon haze clears itself from his mind and he pulls back, wide eyed and panting. There's an evident fear in his eyes as he regards William with a hasty, almost apologetic look. ]

I'm... M'sorry, sir. Dunno what came over me just then. Didn't... mean any harm, honest I didn't... quite the opposite, really.

Best you prolly forget everything I said up until that point.

[ Normally William would be beating Ronald to a pulp right now. The poor boy would be on the ground with his boss' shoe planted firmly to the side of his face. But, William's not too certain he can stand upright, at the moment, much less land a meaningful blow to the boy's head.

Plus...what just happened. Honestly? What. Just. Happened. Even engaged, William still wasn't quite sure why Grell liked him so much, so for the rookie, who spent half his shift every day down in Personal Affairs chatting up the ladies, to suddenly be throwing himself at William now too, he just was at a loss for what to do.

Thus, William remains seated on his bar stool, frowning into his empty bourbon glass, confused as all hell. ]

[ Well that was awkward... like really awkward. Were they home, he would have been held in contempt with possibly a month's worth of overtime and suspension to follow.

But his boss is being surprisingly merciful. Maybe it was the bourbon, too.

There's a groan of frustration as he slumps himself face down on the bartop. ]

...won't happen again, sir...

Good. Make sure of it.

[ William tries to regain his authorative tone. But he clears his throat shortly after, adding on a bit more. ]

And no one is to tell Grell of this.

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

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/gets spit out by the corporate world again

/catches lovingly

;n;

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