Who: Alfred and Ivan When: The night of July 4th. Where: Down near the beach. What: To get over the awkwardness of making out in a comic shop for fangirls, Alfred and Ivan attempt a dinner as gamers and nothing else.
Ivan could remember the exact time, or even the approximate hour, that he had fallen victim to sleep. He supposed it was a time when the sun had been viewable from over the ocean because the darkness was shocking to his open eyes. Not as shocking, however, as the American presenting him with a number of bills. He supposed he shouldn't have been shocked because it was Alfred's house that he was in, but nonetheless, he refused the money.
But the darkness and the money was a shock to the eyes, and didn't cause a shiver as he felt Alfred take his- hand? no, wrist- and lead him outside.
Dinner sounded innocent enough, he supposed, insisting on something that wouldn't require a tie or tuxedo. (Off in the distance he caught glimpse of sparks showering over the city.) "Ah, right, today is your birthday, isn't it?" He recalled, having said the same thing to Alfred over XBOX live chat a year prior. "You are... twenty-one?"
Nodding quickly, Alfred ran a hand through his hair in a totally casual way. Because he was 21 now and he was feeling sexy as hell. "Yeah- I don't wanna go out and get hammered since I've seen you get like that," Alfred poked his side lightly, "but I'd like a burger."
He held out the helmet. "Come with me to the beach and buy me a drink. C'mon Russki, birthday boy gets what he wants.""
He felt his stomach sink at the reminder of his episode at the gay bar. As they passed the street that could potentially leave him back to his house, he felt it sink even more. "I have no desire to get 'hammered'." He rubbed the spot that Alfred had poked.
"Burgers and drinks. Is there any place in Liberty? How about, um, what is the name of that place. Red Robin? It has a bar."
Alfred stopped on the edge of the board-walk, looking out at all the fires and people scattered on the beach. "Perfect! Sounds great-" He looked back as a few more fireworks went off. Grinning, he tugged at his sleeve, pointing. "Look! Those were great! Fuck, I LOVE MY BIRTHDAY!"
It was true and he laughed, wanting nothing more than to just run up and down the board-walk and highfive every person along the way. "C'mon," he grabbed Ivan's arm, pulling him straight towards the place the Russian had mentioned. "What are you gonna get me?"
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But the darkness and the money was a shock to the eyes, and didn't cause a shiver as he felt Alfred take his- hand? no, wrist- and lead him outside.
Dinner sounded innocent enough, he supposed, insisting on something that wouldn't require a tie or tuxedo. (Off in the distance he caught glimpse of sparks showering over the city.) "Ah, right, today is your birthday, isn't it?" He recalled, having said the same thing to Alfred over XBOX live chat a year prior. "You are... twenty-one?"
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He held out the helmet. "Come with me to the beach and buy me a drink. C'mon Russki, birthday boy gets what he wants.""
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"Burgers and drinks. Is there any place in Liberty? How about, um, what is the name of that place. Red Robin? It has a bar."
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It was true and he laughed, wanting nothing more than to just run up and down the board-walk and highfive every person along the way. "C'mon," he grabbed Ivan's arm, pulling him straight towards the place the Russian had mentioned. "What are you gonna get me?"
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