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And How May I Serve You This evening?

Jul 22, 2010 15:27

WHO: Alfred and Ivan (Francis is welcome to Join)
WHEN: Thursday July 22nd, Dinner Rush/Late Evening
WHERE: A la Bon Séjour
WHAT: Two months after his disappearance, Alfred expects to sit down to a four star dinner until he meets the Waiter.

( Would you prefer Red, White, Sparling Wine, or Vodka? )

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waitforsuperman July 22 2010, 22:16:11 UTC

Alfred had merely entered the restaurant because Francis worked here and he wanted some advice on how to make pie (and maybe bum a free meal off the Frenchie). He stood awkwardly at entrance, shifting side-to-side on this feet and feeling entirely out-of-place in t-shirt, jeans and a hoodie.

Just when he was about to leave (he had a suspicion that the brunette had just been humouring him when she said she'd get Francis) Alfred paused when he heard the plates shatter. And that accent was-

"Ivan?" Alfred asked, turning deadly-slow on the spot, his blue eyes going wide, "I-Ivan..." he bent down quickly, helping to pick up the pieces and doing everything not to stare the Russian in the eye. Could his heartbeat be any louder?

das_vedanya July 23 2010, 00:58:42 UTC

"Alfred," the name fell from his lips as if it were something with the viscousity of a poison, from a mouth numbed with the bitter frost of disbelief. He slowly became consciously aware of the fact that every eye in the dining hall now lay on the couple; Emanuelle fled Ivan's side to fetch something to soak up the wine. He watched as Alfred fell to his knees (a part of him hoped to bed for forgiveness) to gather emerald shards in his open palm. He noticed, looking down at those fingertips with pinprick-sized pupils, that they were calloused.

He fell to the floor on buckled knees, but excused the gesture as he, too, picked the candlelit pieces from the rich carpet and lay them in his loosely-knit fist. He felt exposed and out of place suddenly, boasting black slacks, a deep red button-down shirt, and no scarf to cover the collar - the repeat customers were used to the deformities on his skin, but the tourists always stared. Alfred would stare too if he weren't intent on keeping his eyes locked onto the floor. The wine painting the ( ... )

waitforsuperman July 23 2010, 01:36:17 UTC

Alfred heard his name spoken in that tone of pure and utter loathing and felt a shiver run down his spine and to his hand, making it clench slightly over the glass, hiding the scar (even though he knew Ivan had seen it a hundred times before). Awkwardly, he stood and ran a hand through his hair, blue eyes still not meeting the violet ones.

Instead they focused on the scars at the Russian's neck and he swallowed again. This was too much, and far too soon. And he was still in that stupid t-shirt and jeans while Ivan was actually dressed up and looked better than he remembered.

"I'm here for school," Alfred said past the lump in his throat, still praying that Ivan couldn't hear the pounding of his heart, "T-To board with Mattie a-and stuff. Dad kicked me off the vineyard... Said I was lazy. You know how it is. So, how have you been?"

das_vedanya July 23 2010, 07:26:26 UTC

"Oh," the noise came too sudden from his mouth for his lips to seal it away. He couldn't hide the faint surprise, or the disappointment lacing his vocal chords. The glass clinked together like the toasting wineglasses from the tables behind him as he rose, strummed his fingers against the open air.

He tossed a quick and long glance over his shoulder at the neighboring tables, hoping that any one of the twenty-some partakers needed a refill on their wine.

"...Alfred," he gathered the tray and held it so it covered his torso. "Do you... still want to talk to Francis? I could get him for you... after he finishes with his eyeliner, that is."

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waitforsuperman July 26 2010, 06:48:09 UTC

This time, Alfred didn't wince and his fingers and clenched into fists on his legs. "Okay, I started it," he said, voice rising slightly, "and I'm here to end it, alright? That's all I want, no more of this 'maybe-we'll-be-together' and 'maybe-we-won't'."

He took a calming breath. "I just want to know, do we still have a chance?"

das_vedanya July 26 2010, 06:53:31 UTC

The finger between Alfred's eyes recoiled into a loosely-knit fist. That hand trailed slowly but surely in a familiar path to the noose of his scarf where it settled. He ran that same finger along a scar covering his adam's apple from beneath the scarf.

With his wineglass empty and no further reason to be so close to the table, he tipped back in his chair and crosses his legs. "What chance do you want with me?"

waitforsuperman July 26 2010, 07:01:48 UTC

Alfred's eyes watched the fingers carefully, seeing the twisted skin underneath. His fingers drummed against his upper arm as he watched, blue eyes not quite there.

As Ivan leaned away, Alfred found himself resting against the table, arms now folded neatly on the linen. "I want a chance to have a relationship where it can grow and not just be about..." he trailed off, clearing his throat slightly.

das_vedanya July 26 2010, 07:09:15 UTC

"...physical things, da?" Ivan finished while suddenly taking a keen interest in the curtains draped just right of Alfred's shoulder. "You want a relationship that can grow and not just be about physical things." He shuddered when his fingernail scraped along the raised skin, switched his gaze to meet Alfred's with a hard line replacing the smile on his lips.

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das_vedanya July 27 2010, 00:56:46 UTC

"Bold statement," he replied, unraveling the lock of hair from about his finger and letting that hand fall back to the place above his head. He let it fall limp again and turned to look at the wall. He blinked slowly and tried to even out his breathing to keep Alfred from noticing that said 'bold statement' was undeniably, irrefutably, and mostly - true.

waitforsuperman July 27 2010, 01:00:56 UTC

Staring at Ivan's ear for a moment, then the ashen hair, Alfred flushed slightly, laughing and sitting back. "Maybe, but you know me, not exactly subtle... So is that a yes?" he asked, a definitely tone of pining in his voice.

das_vedanya July 27 2010, 01:08:48 UTC

Without a pausing second, Ivan thrust his erect pointer finger into the air. "One," he emphasized as the flat of his finger landed on Alfred's lip, "one chance is all you get. If you dare take me to a fast food restaurant, I will march home."

waitforsuperman July 27 2010, 01:16:34 UTC

Alfred nodded, smiling warmly as he shifting on top of the Russian, not daring to pull his lips away from the finger. "Alright..." he said, "No burgers, no fries, no tacos. How about coffee and make some pastries or something? Does that sound alright?"

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