RP: Sussing Out the Situation

[ciaran_bell]

Date: Sunday, April 3, 2011
Characters: Ciaran Bell, Dax Xavier
Location: Lunch Joint
Status: Private
Summary: Ciaran invites Dax out for a meal.
Completion: Incomplete

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[dax_xavier]

Sundays had become a new routine. Take the dogs to Fort Woof, have lunch, go to Muse to watch a movie or two, dinner, and sleep. Dax appreciated the routine, especially when he'd occasionally chat with Caleb at Muse or have lunch with one of the kids. The phone call inviting him to lunch with Ciaran had been a bit of a surprise, he had to admit.

He hadn't expected to hear from the man he'd run into at the park, but he liked the thought of making a new friend. He hadn't really realized how many of his friends had been more Karen's friends than his until she was gone and he had nothing much in common with the people who'd come to parties. Now, though, he'd met Caleb, who had become a friend, and Ciaran wanted to meet for lunch, so there was promise there.

When he arrived at the restaurant, he scanned the tables and noticed that Ciaran had already arrived. He ran his hands through his damp hair and hoped he wasn't late. He went to the table and smiled. "Good afternoon, Ciaran. Hope I'm not late."

[ciaran_bell]

Ciaran looked up and surprised himself by finding a genuine smile from somewhere.

"Dax, hello." He put his phone away. "No, no you're not late. I got here too early. Thanks for meeting me, I just really needed to get out of the house and hear someone else's voice, you know?'

[dax_xavier]

"I was out with the dogs when you called, so I had to shower or else I wouldn't have been fit company," Dax said. He sat down and grinned. "I can understand that. Sometimes the silence can get overbearing. It was a nice surprise to get your call."

[ciaran_bell]

"Oh I don't know. Little bit of sweat never killed anyone. "Of course, I'm being hypocritical,I showered too, but chlorine never does go well with pastrami." He ran a hand through his own still slightly damp hair. "I'm glad you didn't mind. Probably a bit weird since we only briefly met, but Fiona's out today and I'm usually not around during the day on the weekends. Didn't know what to do with myself really.

[dax_xavier]

"I hope people aren't calling me a cow whenever they've said," Dax said, laughing softly before taking a drink. "I think it's generally meant in a complimentary manner. I don't really have much of a temper, I guess, and I prefer to keep the peace rather than argue about anything."

He nodded. "That makes sense. I wasn't sure if co-pilots were needed for small planes," he admitted. "I'm sure you've all got a lot of good stories to tell. If not about where you visit, then by the clients who can afford to hire y'all."

[ciaran_bell]

"It's good trait to have." He smiled. "A good temperament opens more doors than a bad one, I think."

"Oh, I have them by the score." He shook his head. "But I can only tell them very very vaguely. I sign a lot of confidentiality agreements. All I can tell you is every crappy thing that you've heard about rich people are true times five."

[dax_xavier]

"I've never really considered it, but I think that's probably true." Dax smiled sheepishly. "Nice to know it opens some doors."

He nodded. "That makes sense. Most assholes wouldn't want their dirty laundry aired by the 'hired help'. It isn't surprising that most of the stories are actually true."

[ciaran_bell]

He paused as if considering.

"Ok, there was one guy...he kept calling me boy and clapping his hands at me." He laughed. "I mean...really? I don't feel like I have to keep that confidential."