Wedding Planning, Ripped Polos and... Kisses?
WHO: Feliciano and Ludwig
WHEN: Thursday May 13th early evening
WHERE: A fancy European restaurant in Vichy Plaza
WHAT: A date~*~*~*~*
RATING: M, BB and FG for moeness, blushing bride and flustered German
Feliciano hummed to himself, tightening his tie and straightening his coat using the review mirror in his Ferrari. Ludwig had finally called him back and said he’d simply been swamped with work and of course he would like to go to dinner so long as it wasn’t at the Vargas mansion again. Without missing a beat he’d babbled his excitement and told the man to meet him at Euro Cuisine at 5:30 the next day and hung up. After remaking the reservations he then went digging through his closet for the perfect outfit.
“Perfetto, ve!” He slipped from the car, snagging a cloth bag from the back. Last time he was at Ludwig’s place he’d found a pile of ripped polos shoved in the corner of the closet. “Ve, Ludwig’s so strong~” He giggled and handed the keys over to the valet, bag swinging by his side. Of course the Italian had know how much his husband-to-be hated shopping so he’d taken them home and fixed them himself! And if it wasn’t to the best of his ability and they just happened to rip again, in his presence, well that obviously was Ludwig’s fault for terrorizing Feli’s thoughts of how the darned things had gotten ripped I the first place~.
“Checking in for Vargas, party of two, ve~” He smiled broadly at the hostess who blushed and checked the list. The clock behind her read 5:20pm. He was early, for once.
“Would you like to be seated now, sir?”
“No thank you, ve~ I’ll wait for the other person in my party~” He turned and sat in once of the waiting chairs, kicking his feet childishly. If anyone thought a grown man in a fancy suit, smiling ridiculously while kicking his Armani shoed feet with a ridiculous purple bag in his lap was odd they didn’t stare or comment.
WHEN: Thursday May 13th early evening
WHERE: A fancy European restaurant in Vichy Plaza
WHAT: A date~*~*~*~*
RATING: M, BB and FG for moeness, blushing bride and flustered German
Feliciano hummed to himself, tightening his tie and straightening his coat using the review mirror in his Ferrari. Ludwig had finally called him back and said he’d simply been swamped with work and of course he would like to go to dinner so long as it wasn’t at the Vargas mansion again. Without missing a beat he’d babbled his excitement and told the man to meet him at Euro Cuisine at 5:30 the next day and hung up. After remaking the reservations he then went digging through his closet for the perfect outfit.
“Perfetto, ve!” He slipped from the car, snagging a cloth bag from the back. Last time he was at Ludwig’s place he’d found a pile of ripped polos shoved in the corner of the closet. “Ve, Ludwig’s so strong~” He giggled and handed the keys over to the valet, bag swinging by his side. Of course the Italian had know how much his husband-to-be hated shopping so he’d taken them home and fixed them himself! And if it wasn’t to the best of his ability and they just happened to rip again, in his presence, well that obviously was Ludwig’s fault for terrorizing Feli’s thoughts of how the darned things had gotten ripped I the first place~.
“Checking in for Vargas, party of two, ve~” He smiled broadly at the hostess who blushed and checked the list. The clock behind her read 5:20pm. He was early, for once.
“Would you like to be seated now, sir?”
“No thank you, ve~ I’ll wait for the other person in my party~” He turned and sat in once of the waiting chairs, kicking his feet childishly. If anyone thought a grown man in a fancy suit, smiling ridiculously while kicking his Armani shoed feet with a ridiculous purple bag in his lap was odd they didn’t stare or comment.