Soft rocked by me // closed and in progress

[rideonmyharley]

WHO: Kia WelBehenna (kia_on_top) and Ken Hidaka )artiglio)
WHAT: A date, of sorts, a bet, and paying the bet
WHERE: Some sports bar
WHEN: November 20, early evening
NOTE: Gets NWS later in the comments

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[artiglio]

Ken did in fact get caught in the same jam, though thanks to his delivery boy job, he found all the best short cuts through and around the blockage. This still got him there after Kia though. Parking his bike, he pushed his way inside the building. Locating Kia, found a space beside him.

"Sorry I'm late. I got caught in a bit of a traffic jam. Have you been waiting long?" He asked with a smile and a motion for the bar tender to bring over a bottle of whatever Kia was having. Ken wasn't really picky about his beers.

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Kia grinned when he saw Ken walk in, set down his bottle, and drank the mouthful of beer he had. It hadn't been too long, but it still amused him that he'd been there first.

"Just a few minutes. I got caught in the same mess. Maybe there was an accident earlier or something that made everything out there back up." He leaned back a little and quickly debated whether or not to move to a table for more privacy.

[artiglio]

"Probably, but I hope no one was hurt." Ken said with a nod, taking his beer from the bartender. "I'm glad you weren't waiting long. Hey, do you want to move to a table? I'm pretty hungry, and its hard to eat at the bar with this many people about."

Hearing the crowd shout a combination of yay and boo, he looked up at the screen and smiled. Well what do you know, his favorite. However, he wasn't here to watch sports, it wouldn't be polite since Kia probabaly would want to talk and Ken knew himself well enough that if he started watching now, he'd be gone from the world until commercial.

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"That sounds good." Kia stood up, moved to an open table, and read the little flip thing talking about all the flavors of wings they had for people to choose from. He'd probably get the spiciest they made, just to give them a try.

The look on Ken's face when he noticed the sport playing made Kia relax a little more. "Willing to bet on the outcome of this one?" he asked playfully. There wouldn't be money at stake. He'd wager with something much more interesting....

[artiglio]

"I'm not letting you do ...well, that in an alley anyways." Ken said with a sour look. "Look, I don't understand why you want to...well come on! We've only known each other for like what, a week? week and a half? And really only met twice." Ken said, spreading his hands out.

He was beginning to wonder if all of Kia's niceness was just to get something, and not an effort to actually make friends. But then again, Youji was like this (sorta) with girls, and he was still a nice guy, so maybe? Ken just didn't know.

[rideonmyharley]

He shrugged. "You're cute, stubborn, and from what I can tell, you're a genuinely nice guy. Those are my three favorite things in the world, so that's all I need to be interested in you. If you don't like this, it'll never happen again. I promise."

Ken wasn't a target. There was no need to string him along with fake words and promises to get something to happen for his client's sake. This was just Kia being himself, as much of a pervert as that was.

[artiglio]

Oddly enough, that did placate him. It was obvious too, his querulous expression eased and his posture relaxed. Well, only a little, but there was still progress there.

Although, there was one comment he wrinkled his nose at. "I'm not cute." That was one thing that had always irked him. His parents called him cute, his siblings called him cute. His coach and teammates all called him cute, as had Yuriko. He was an adult now! Well, as much as an adult that twenty was, but it was the principle of the matter.

[rideonmyharley]

Kia shrugged. "Your face is cute. It's hard to call you anything else before I see the rest of your body. And what other word works for someone who looks like the boy next door a girl'd crush on secretly for months, too shy to say anything?"

He tugged down the sleeve of his jacket for a moment, self conscious about the scar it concealed, and thought for a moment. "My place is probably closer than yours."

[artiglio]

Ken bit the back of his hand to stifle a moan that threatened to come out at an in opportune time. "Well, I think I like that reason a lot better." He said in response to Kia.

Wait a minute, why was he taking this like some girl, or in fact, girly guy from on of Yuriko's mangas. While he still had his thought process mainly in his own possession, he wrapped his hand around Kia's busy wrist. Not stopping it, but just resting it there for the moment.

[rideonmyharley]

He smirked when he noticed Ken bite his hand. "I'm not the sort of guy to just try and get in someone's pants at random." And that was true. Work wasn't random at all, it gave him a person and a goal to work for. Kia chose his personal interests with the same amount of scrutiny.

Once Ken grabbed his wrist, Kia stopped what he was doing, waiting to see if he was about to be asked to stop.

[artiglio]

"You don't have any roommates, right? I mean, this would... you know be kinda awkward to walk in on." He said embarrassedly. He knew that if they were doing this back at his place, Elena would take that moment to come home and well, it would just turn out bad. She would just shout tips at them.

Against his better judgment, he let go of Kia's hand with out actually stopping him.

[rideonmyharley]

He shook his head. "It's just me. Nobody's going to walk in on us and ruin things." If they'd been in Germany, there was always the chance of Louise or, god forbid, Gallacher, walking in on him. One would laugh and the other would wonder why he wasn't the one being paid attention to.

Kia started to move his hand again, a bit faster than earlier, and leaned up to attempt another kiss.