Saturday night date with criminal_issues
Billy ignored any and all of his roomie's comments about not telling him he was going on a date and who with and god you're acting like such a woman and you look fine and you sure you want to wear that shirt and no you do look fine and--
Well, Billy tried to ignore the comments as best as he could, anyway. Really, he probably shouldn't have spent so much time trying to figure out how he wanted to style his hair. And he wasn't taking any fashion advice. No suits, no uber-casual wear, just a nice button down shirt and jeans and did he want his hair to stick up or comb it down? No, wait, no, that didn't matter, he totally didn't care what he looked like. It was a date, but it was a...weird...kind of date. More like a date between friends. Attractive friends who hit on each other and asked each other out.
He figured he was pretty screwed, especially after that argument he'd started with Devon about who he did or did not tell about the date, but here he was, going along with it anyway.
He and Devon tried to get along well, with awkward, forced smiles and small talk while they had a quiet little dinner at a Greek themed restaurant. In almost complete silence.
Needless to say, a good time was not had. Things were too tense, full of things that needed to be said, or admitted, or not said, or done. Devon was driving them back to his place, a loft he'd gotten through connections his mother had. That, too, was rather silent.
Billy leaned his head against the window and sighed. "As far as first dates go, that was..." He tried to find a good word for it. Except there wasn't. "That was pretty much crap."
Well, Billy tried to ignore the comments as best as he could, anyway. Really, he probably shouldn't have spent so much time trying to figure out how he wanted to style his hair. And he wasn't taking any fashion advice. No suits, no uber-casual wear, just a nice button down shirt and jeans and did he want his hair to stick up or comb it down? No, wait, no, that didn't matter, he totally didn't care what he looked like. It was a date, but it was a...weird...kind of date. More like a date between friends. Attractive friends who hit on each other and asked each other out.
He figured he was pretty screwed, especially after that argument he'd started with Devon about who he did or did not tell about the date, but here he was, going along with it anyway.
He and Devon tried to get along well, with awkward, forced smiles and small talk while they had a quiet little dinner at a Greek themed restaurant. In almost complete silence.
Needless to say, a good time was not had. Things were too tense, full of things that needed to be said, or admitted, or not said, or done. Devon was driving them back to his place, a loft he'd gotten through connections his mother had. That, too, was rather silent.
Billy leaned his head against the window and sighed. "As far as first dates go, that was..." He tried to find a good word for it. Except there wasn't. "That was pretty much crap."