Double (Trouble) Dating {5/6}afterandalasiaAugust 7 2013, 22:47:31 UTC
"All right." Mike strode over to the booth and almost slammed down into his seat. "Rules for the night: no strangling, no kidnapping, no-"
"Mike!" said Sulley and Celia at the same time, with parallel looks of horror.
Randall, though, had almost coiled up in the chair, and looked angrily back. "Shall we add no illegal banishments to that list, Wazowski? Or are we going to pretend that-"
"Quit it," growled Sulley, his voice a little louder than theirs. "Now, we all came here for a nice meal, and I don't want this descending into a foodfight before the evening is out." Celia caught his eye for a moment and gave an infinitesimal nod, before sliding closer to Mike and running her hand up and down his back. She tilted her head towards him, and a couple of her snakes reached out to brush his skin. With Mike visibly relaxing, Sulley finally gave in and put one of his hands on Randall's side, feeling the tension running through his body. "So how about we talk, like civilised people. And no work talk."
Given that all four of them still worked at the same place, it would have been rather a waste of time anyway, and he had a definite feeling that it would be more likely than even any other topic to turn into an argument.
"Hey, Celia," he said. "Mike says you've been looking into learning aromatherapy. How's that going?"
Actually, Mike had complained that he smelt like lavender at work, and had remained unimpressed even after Sulley had suggested that it might help his comedy routines. But at least it wasn't a topic of discussion that was likely to turn into death threats. He hoped.
It was incredible how long one could drag out a conversation about aromatherapy. Or the next new car that Mike wanted. Or -- and Sulley managed not to wince when Celia asked Randall what he did in his spare time -- baking. Mercifully, by the time that they were finishing the main course, Randall and Celia seemed to be genuinely enjoying their discussion about red velvet cake, though Mike seemed to be trying to glare a hole through Sulley's forehead.
Well, sharing an apartment was going to be pleasant for the foreseeable future.
Despite his usual love of desserts, he figured it would be better to skip, and called for the bill almost as soon as the last piece of cutlery had been put down. He was just moving his knife onto the plate when Mike cut into the conversation.
"So, Randy, what is it that you and Sulley do together?"
Before he knew it, he'd bent the knife through a right angle. And he didn't react in time to stop Randall from giving a defensive reply, either.
"Aside from go on dates with little monsters who ask awkward questions?"
"I meant more aside from keeping secrets, but that could work."
"Mike, honey, I know this is difficult-" Celia began, but it wasn't working this time.
"Well, it started with apologising to each other and acting like adults, instead of picking fights all the time," said Randall. He had four hands on the table, and was apparently blissfully unaware of the hypocrisy of his words as he peered at Mike. Celia covered her face with her tentacle, and Sulley could not blame her in the slightest. "Or is it so unthinkable to you that we might have something in common?"
"Yeah, I'd say you had a few things in common, most of them being fights," snapped Mike.
"You know, Mike, I think that we can all agree that it's been a pretty long three years," Sulley said, stepping forward so that he was partially between them. "So how about we stop this before we make ourselves look any sillier, and you and Celia head home, hmm?"
Mike had been talking about spending the night at Celia's already, and though nothing else had been said, there was the clear implication that he was expecting Sulley's date to be spending the night at their apartment. Though that was, of course, before he had known who Sulley's date was. No sooner had Sulley spoken then he remembered all of this, and the way that Mike scowled meant that he had just remembered it too.
"I didn't meant..." Sulley began.
"No, no, it's fine," said Mike. "Do either of you want a lift?"
This was leading to something, but he genuinely wasn't sure what. Sulley took a wild guess, and said: "No, it's fine. We'll walk."
"Mike!" said Sulley and Celia at the same time, with parallel looks of horror.
Randall, though, had almost coiled up in the chair, and looked angrily back. "Shall we add no illegal banishments to that list, Wazowski? Or are we going to pretend that-"
"Quit it," growled Sulley, his voice a little louder than theirs. "Now, we all came here for a nice meal, and I don't want this descending into a foodfight before the evening is out." Celia caught his eye for a moment and gave an infinitesimal nod, before sliding closer to Mike and running her hand up and down his back. She tilted her head towards him, and a couple of her snakes reached out to brush his skin. With Mike visibly relaxing, Sulley finally gave in and put one of his hands on Randall's side, feeling the tension running through his body. "So how about we talk, like civilised people. And no work talk."
Given that all four of them still worked at the same place, it would have been rather a waste of time anyway, and he had a definite feeling that it would be more likely than even any other topic to turn into an argument.
"Hey, Celia," he said. "Mike says you've been looking into learning aromatherapy. How's that going?"
Actually, Mike had complained that he smelt like lavender at work, and had remained unimpressed even after Sulley had suggested that it might help his comedy routines. But at least it wasn't a topic of discussion that was likely to turn into death threats. He hoped.
It was incredible how long one could drag out a conversation about aromatherapy. Or the next new car that Mike wanted. Or -- and Sulley managed not to wince when Celia asked Randall what he did in his spare time -- baking. Mercifully, by the time that they were finishing the main course, Randall and Celia seemed to be genuinely enjoying their discussion about red velvet cake, though Mike seemed to be trying to glare a hole through Sulley's forehead.
Well, sharing an apartment was going to be pleasant for the foreseeable future.
Despite his usual love of desserts, he figured it would be better to skip, and called for the bill almost as soon as the last piece of cutlery had been put down. He was just moving his knife onto the plate when Mike cut into the conversation.
"So, Randy, what is it that you and Sulley do together?"
Before he knew it, he'd bent the knife through a right angle. And he didn't react in time to stop Randall from giving a defensive reply, either.
"Aside from go on dates with little monsters who ask awkward questions?"
"I meant more aside from keeping secrets, but that could work."
"Mike, honey, I know this is difficult-" Celia began, but it wasn't working this time.
"Well, it started with apologising to each other and acting like adults, instead of picking fights all the time," said Randall. He had four hands on the table, and was apparently blissfully unaware of the hypocrisy of his words as he peered at Mike. Celia covered her face with her tentacle, and Sulley could not blame her in the slightest. "Or is it so unthinkable to you that we might have something in common?"
"Yeah, I'd say you had a few things in common, most of them being fights," snapped Mike.
"You know, Mike, I think that we can all agree that it's been a pretty long three years," Sulley said, stepping forward so that he was partially between them. "So how about we stop this before we make ourselves look any sillier, and you and Celia head home, hmm?"
Mike had been talking about spending the night at Celia's already, and though nothing else had been said, there was the clear implication that he was expecting Sulley's date to be spending the night at their apartment. Though that was, of course, before he had known who Sulley's date was. No sooner had Sulley spoken then he remembered all of this, and the way that Mike scowled meant that he had just remembered it too.
"I didn't meant..." Sulley began.
"No, no, it's fine," said Mike. "Do either of you want a lift?"
This was leading to something, but he genuinely wasn't sure what. Sulley took a wild guess, and said: "No, it's fine. We'll walk."
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