[NYC] Date Night

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Who: Harri & Marc
Where: Harri's apartment building, a restaurant
When: Friday Night
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[agentfraser]

"Thought so," Marc said, smirking. "Your friend, despite being on a pay cheque, probably goes home to his own personal life. You probably go home to an empty apartment and a remote control. It's okay for goals to shift. Your BFF has just opened your eyes a little. They have a habit of doing that." He held his arm out for her so they could head into the restaurant together.

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"He does, and I would never interfere with that. In fact, that Christmas party will probably be his last obligation to me for some time. BFF's really are good at doing that, although I have no idea if I've ever made Aiden shift any of his goals." Harri once again took Marc's arm. "So I haven't scared you off with talk of shifting goals?"

[agentfraser]

"Oh? You're not going to indulge anymore? He was hot. Can't deny that. You have good taste." Marc nodded politely at the matre d' and went to give his name, but clearly he was expected. Their own personal waiter appeared and gestured to a secluded candlelit table at the back of the restaurant.

He waited until they were seated and took the wine menu before he said anything else. "You mentioned your BFF wanted you in Mexico. He must have needed ou for something. Maybe not goal shifting, but it sounds like it might have been instrumental." He smiled at her over the menu. "Forgive me. I've always been... observant. Feel free to tell me to back off if I get too annoying." He read over the menu, perusing the otions. "I'm still here, aren't I?"

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"He is hot, and I would keep seeing him if..." If she thought she wouldn't be shagging Marc. "I always have excellent taste, to paraphrase something you said earlier."

"Yes, to defend him against Pat's twin, and run interference. Cameron is a very straight, very strong, very hot English football player with a weakness for blondes. Aiden was scared shitless in meeting him." Harri waved his apology off. "You're fine, really. I don't mind at all." She smiled and crossed her legs under the table. "Yes, you are."

[agentfraser]

Marc's eyes swept over her and he smirked before glancing back down at the menu. "And you clearly had a weakness for very straight, very strong, very hot English football players. Cameron who, if you don't mind he asking? I'm not long back from England myself. I'm curious, though, why the brother would need to come down so intensely on your BFF. Didn't the twin have something to say about his brother roughing up his lover?"

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"No, I have a weakness for ten inches and a man who knows how to use them," Harri commented as she ran her tongue over her bottom lip. "Cameron Preston. He's with Manchester, I think." She cleared her throat as she ran her fingers through her hair. "Pat has MS. Cameron was being overly protective because Pat's last lover dumped him on his arse after a bad attack."

[agentfraser]

"Liverpool," Marc corrected, recognising the name. "He's quite the star, indeed. And now I know what he's packing in his shorts," he laughed. "Do I have competition there?"

He sobered with a frown. "Shit. That's really intense. Understandable that he was trying to protect his twin in that case. I know my b-" He stopped, catching himself. Fuck! he cursed inwardly. Still, one slip and now he was on full red alert. He would make no more mistakes. He was almost waiting for his cell phone to ring in his pocket, even if he rationally knew he wasn't bugged for the date or anything. His boss would want to tear him a new one for the tiniest slip like that. Marcus was supposed to have no family. "But I'm sure Cameron has nothing to worry about with your friend."

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"Ah, my mistake. I should probably make more of an effort to watch football. Was that too much information?" Harri asked, though she seemed far from apologetic about it. "And no, you don't. He'll be going back to England after Christmas. It was just a fling."

"He still felt the need to warn him, but Cameron saw that Aiden was no threat." Harri had missed Marc's slip, her own thoughts on Aiden and how he was coping. "Aiden beats himself up enough as it is. It would almost be like kicking a puppy for Cameron to have been too heavy on him."

[agentfraser]

Marc was sniggering as the waiter approach. He glanced up at him and placed an order for a bottle or red and a bottle of white along with some water. "Actually, I'm realising now that if Cameron is an identical twin, your BFF knows exactly what he's packing too. Interesting," he laughed. "I have to say I don't recommend the long distance thing, anyway. It's a bitch."

He took her hand across the table and squeezed it. "I know you don't know me from the drunk Santa down the street, but if I can help, let me know. It can't be easy on your mate having an ill partner. In any capacity. Meaning, he'll probably need to lean on you when the going gets tough. The domino effect. You might need help too. Even just watching him hurting would be hard. I get it. I'm not a total arsehole, believe it or not."

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"It was actually quite traumatic for him," Harri remembered with a laugh. "Aiden made me promise not to share any details whatsoever."

Harri smiled at him warmly and kept her hand in his. "If you were a total arsehole I wouldn't be here. I don't have time for complete arseholes. The occasional arseholes I can deal with. Thank you for the offer, Marc. I will definitely take you up on it if I need to."

[agentfraser]

"I bet," Marc laughed. "Nothing like knowing your bestie is bonking a cock identical to the one he is doing."

His other hand fiddled with the handle of his fork. "I'm what I need to be at any one time," he told her. "Whether other people like that or not, I really don't give a toss. Things aren't always what they seem."