fair warning [c]

Bailey could have sworn he asked for February to come to the arcade--sometimes he forgot there was more to the mall than just this little hole. He never forgot about the invitation so while things were slowing down he disappeared in the office to text the latter real quick, see what's going on. When the screen lit up, he wasn't surprised with having a few text alerts. He was relieved, though, that one of them was from just the person he wanted to see.

The bluenette leaned against the wall, tapping the screen until he found his date's unsure text. It made him laugh--was it already 6, though? He really had lost track of time, finger ticked the screen inviting the latter to join him in the arcade. There were a few more hours to closing, but it was the best time for them to be alone while all the kids either lost interest or had to hurry home before their curfew. He exhaled upon hitting send. Alright, time to get back out into the fray. The young man lifted his chin and sauntered out, immediately having to dissuade some little brat from mashing the buttons too hard.

Already out on the floor, he wouldn't be bothered to check his phone again. There weren't very many around, but it was a pet-peeve of the bluenette to have employees pecking at their phones during work hours so he did his best to set the example knowing the owner couldn't be half-assed to do anything. Besides, it wasn't hard to guess what they might say--an agreement, or announcing an arrival. Even if that's not what it read, well too bad. Bailey had to work, and while he liked February to be quite honest he didn't doubt he could find someone else if he looked.

A handsome white blouse was tucked in his black slacks--not mandatory, but Bailey enjoyed looking the part of a manager. The tag on his shirt read: 'Bailey: Manager' though it wasn't enough. He wanted to dress like it, too so he did. Straightening out his mauve vest, the hardworker glanced around at these annoying children that went from one machine to another. There was a sign on it that read: 'out of order', so naturally he was peeved once again that he had to go guide them in the right direction. "That game's super lame, you know?" He cooed at them, subtly tapping the sign on the screen.

"Why don't you try something else? Maybe without buttons to mash in." Despite his irritation with them, he laughed it off. Kids will be kids, he supposed. And just about that time was when mismatched hues caught sight of a familiar silhouette, hooded like a criminal slinking into his arcade. Bailey's lips pinched into a grin as he sauntered over, giving the latter a jostle. "Hey, there you are--sorry about earlier, I forgot to mention to come to the arcade." He'd use his fingers to comb back his own blue tangles, smiling despite his folly. "The arcade doesn't close for a few more hours--8:00, to be exact. So I thought you could hang-out with me until then."

Bailey caught February's hand undauntedly and dubbed himself the guide that brought him to the machine with the out-of-order text. In one fluid movement, the sly young man snatched the noticed off and tucked it into his pocket. "Oh, would you look there? This one's not broken after all~" Quarters were unnecessary when you had a key to the system. The bluenette tugged for his date to come closer to the old Dance Dance Revolution system. "If I win, I'm gonna kiss you." Even though he intended to kiss the February even if he lost, which he undoubtedly knew he would. He was awful at this game.

Bailey listened. He took in everything February had to say like a taster of fine wines, though this blend was something that intrigued him. There was a flavor he had always admired but could never name. The challenge made him grin, although he was quite aware the odds were against him. The bluenette had been practicing on his own at this game, hoping it might be able to make him a better dancer that would last longer against the latter since their first meeting. Then again, Bailey just wasn't a dancer. To each his own.

Lips curled at the corners. "Just one..." He took the first player, somewhat disappointed there wasn't anything for him to lean his groin against. Forced to stand tall, Bailey didn't his best not to seem winded when it came to picking out all the settings and thus letting February pick his own. While he wasn't that great, his mind worked fast enough to follow the arrows despite setting his speed to x4 on light. The bluenette hoped they'd be spaced out just enough to give him the edge, as he was aiming for perfect.

Long story short, he was a lion going for the neck. A solid win, not necessarily in it for the fun. All the songs were slightly familiar to him, so he allowed himself to feel mildly confident he could pull this off. "Alright. Ready?" He positioned his foot over the start tile. Ok, so before they began Bailey didn't mind losing but now that he was actually about to play the sore-loser in him was rearing an ugly head that cast an eerily serious aura over him. If he were about to lose, he'd snatch February up and pull him against the bar to take his undeserved kiss. Because you take the things you want, you don't wait for them to come along when they're ready.

Just one. Bailey had kept an even pace most of the time, but every now and then he'd become distracted by February's movements that he missed a few arrows. He was contemplating, and not just that he also had to keep a watch on the kids moving about around the arcade. Once it was done, he was glad for it. Eyes rolled with the scores idly noticing the latter leaning into his periphery. The bluenette smirked. Well, well.

Just as he intended, he leaned just the right amount to allow February to believe he had done it all on his own. A tilt to his head, his tongue slid across the rim of the latter's lip before quickly pulling away before they attracted too much attention. Bailey lost, but of course he still felt victorious. It was good to know they had a mutual attraction. "Good game." His tone verging on husky while eyes narrowed at his prey. Head cocked lazily to the side in a dropping fashion.

"You know, if you were just going to kiss me anyway I would've suggested we makeout in the back." He teased. Of course, he would never do that but judging by the surveillance footage brought to his attention his boss and some co-workers really seemed to think the office was a blindspot. Eyes rolled. A sway joined Bailey's usual cool-guy saunter while he went over to the counter. "I'll just start locking up early. We've only got like an hour, I usually wait until 7:30, but oh well--" He took something from behind the surface, a key and large tub.

"Wanna help me collect the coins?" The tub was held out to February.

If he was going to look so cute over a simple kiss, Bailey felt inclined to provoke him. The brunette tried to hide it, but the latter had already seen the tint added to his cheeks earlier. It subsided while they collected coins and February's responses seemed preoccupied by more interesting thoughts. They were short, quick--either he was finally coming out of the translucent shell of his, or there was something on his mind. Bailey smirked, standing after locking up the last cabinet.

It took at least two tubs to collect all the coins, and once they returned to the counter the associate had to ask that February wait for him while he finished up with counting cash and locking up the safe. Basic closing procedures complete, he didn't acknowledge the latter in the least when walking out toward the entrance. It wasn't until he turned that he smiled at February and nodded his head.

"Would you like to play cooler games at my place?" He'd ask when the male came around. Arm reeled closed the arcade, the lights inside soon dimming out. Other sectors were shutting down, too. The lonley atmosphere of closing time always had a tendency to make Bailey slightly sentimental. He shifted closer to his interest, extended a seemingly shy hand asking to be held as they walked out together.

"Sorry about that, I thought I would have been relieved sooner," he explained, "but the guy never came in, so I had to close." Only confident smiles, Bailey oddly enough didn't let February walk in front of him through the first door, but he waited for him to go through the second that took them outside. "Kinda lame for a first date, though to be honest I called you spur of the moment so I never really had a plan." He chuckled, pretending to expect some sort of backlash but he wasn't worried.

If it pissed February off, that was his problem. Besides, Bailey knew how to play the charmer. "As bad as that sounds... I don't know, I thought even if I never figured anything out I could still have a good time with you regardless." He leaned toward the brunette, as if he might try to steal a kiss, but instead Bailey only brushed some of that wild hair from the latter's face. "It's still early, but I don't mind giving you a ride home if you're done for tonight."

yeah, change had a tendency to add up throughout the day. he noticed february's surprise earlier that had been endearing to him. it was the mall, after all. a lot of kids with their parents, sometimes families, or even groups of teenagers came in to play the old arcade games. hipsters made up the large amount of adult players, though. hipsters and the staff itself. bailey pressed his glasses into the proper placing on his bridge. he resisted the urge to laugh when it seemed the latter mistook him for sincerely asking him to really play video games.

when the last question arrived it was impossible not to chuckle. his foot scoffed the ground. "it's alright, you don't have to reassure me." of course he was aware that this wasn't the most spectacular hollywood date, but he knew he did good. "it was fun. i live a few blocks away, the distance is walkable but i drove today." head nodded in the direction for the brunette to follow. at some point his shoulders remained shrugged against the cold and hands retreated to his pockets while they walked. the bluenette didn't talk about anything in particular if he even spoke. sometimes it was good to be alone in the silence of someone else's presence.

it seemed forever, but eventually the pair reached the back of the parking lot where, as an employee, bailey was required to park. he opened the rusty door for february without shame at the condition his car was in. an old clunker, messy on the inside with wrappers, gaming magazines and several blankets tossed around in back. it was quite believable that bailey might live in his car, but the idea should be dissuaded when he revved and started to back out. obviously, he had a destination in mind.

"want to get a drink or something?" he spoke, spotting a drive-thru up ahead. bailey didn't cook, so he would pull up anyway. at the menu board, he snickered. "don't worry, i'll get the bill." even though he was mostly concerned for his own hunger, it felt good that he'd be able to treat february after all. almost like a classic date although this drive-thru did seem a little slummy. he hummed, meeting the blue hues with his own mismatched eyes that would compensate for every shade between them.

Fingers tapped the middle where a console used to belong, though it'd been ripped out some time ago for God knows what reason when Bailey car got broken into--he guessed by a homeless dude because, seriously, who takes a console and nothing else? At least, he assumed nothing else had been taken. He never bothered to check, but everything he needed when he needed it had been there, so... the bluenette had started to leer.

Lips quirked into a smile. This guy was so darling. Even if he wasn't being modest about eating in front of Bailey, or whatever his hang-up was, there was something endearing about his request. "That's all? Alright." He shrugged, messing with February by dashing his eyebrows at him while the window rolled down with incredible slowness. "You sure you don't want anything else? I'm getting you a hamburger just in case, if you don't want it you can put it in the fridge."

He smirked, muttering to himself when turning to the menu that it'd go nice with the hotdog he was gonna give him later. So he ordered the lemonade for his precious date, and two hamburgers. Plain, dry. Bailey had kethcup and cheese in his fridge at home if the other wanted it. He sat back after swiping his card, hues lazily rolling back to view the other beside him. "I need to get my radio fixed." A messy old tapedeck covered in promotional stickers with connected to receipts from this particular drive-thru.

"Not sure if I broke it or the guy I let borrow the car did..." A finger poked into the slot, revealing a few more receipts lurking inside. "... He's such a prick..." Usually Bailey liked it to be quiet, but he wanted for February to talk to him. He felt entirely too eager to learn more about the dear, what he liked and didn't like. His input on these sort of things, just... something. Bailey wanted so much more of him, which he reasoned was probably a mounting sexual frustration not wanting to ruin his chances at an honest relationship.

The bluenette was a bit of a king at having sex with someone and quickly becoming bored or disinterested, or worse was just fucking someone to fuck something and not feeling anything about it afterward. He liked who February was, and while fear was an uncommon word in his vocabulary he was definitely afraid of this not working out. Glasses were adjusted on the bridge of his nose, suddenly sitting himself up in the seat when a woman emerged with the order.

"Thanks." He breathed, handing the foam cup over to his date and tucking the warm bag of food on his lap before revving up the vehicle. "Next stop, my place~"

ooc: and you can like, include them arriving lol