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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[ 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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