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Post by affair on Mar 6, 2013 19:19:40 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] JUST LISTEN TO THESE WORDS I SAY THIS IS NOT A GAME I'LL PLAY WITH JUST ANY OTHER GUY IT'S FOR YOU TO LOSE YOUR WAY JUST KEEP ME IN YOUR ARMS BABE In the end, Bailey's text was so vague that February ended up sitting his nervous little self on a bench, in the center of the mall, at 5:30, on a somber Thursday evening. He put one leg over the other, adjusted his hood, and stared aimlessly into the pairs and trios and sometimes groups of people milling about the mall, browsing into shops, and chatting each other up. Bailey was nowhere to be seen, and if he had been planning to arrive at 6, or had chosen a different place to wait....well, February would just text him at six to see where the hell the man was. If he had bothered to be as on time as he could be for this, then he fully expected the other to do the same.
When he had gotten the text a few days earlier, February had nearly dropped the phone in surprise. The man..did say....that about who he was gonna text the first time they met, right? Right. But it might have been another person, which simultaneously soothed and inflamed February's feelings. The teenager closed his eyes and sighed. He just hoped no one would try and come up to talk to him- he was waiting for someone dammit, and that someone wasn't them. Fearful to seem like he was asleep, or worse, not busy, February opened his eyes and looked around. The mall had expanded since the last time February had been there. He was more of a fan for the individual stores along the streets rather than the large conglomerate of them here in the mall, and the crowds didn't help either.
He slid his thumb across the touchscreen of his phone and hit in the passcode. New messages? None. He ended up looking at the demo games he had on it and started playing a game of "how fast can you die in pac-man" while he waited for Bailey.
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Post by skull0 on Mar 6, 2013 20:59:48 GMT -5
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.
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Post by affair on Mar 9, 2013 17:45:38 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] JUST LISTEN TO THESE WORDS I SAY THIS IS NOT A GAME I'LL PLAY WITH JUST ANY OTHER GUY IT'S FOR YOU TO LOSE YOUR WAY JUST KEEP ME IN YOUR ARMS BABE February got a response rather quickly- go to the arcade? Well... February stood up and looked around, wondering if it was in the area. Nope. A text was sent back, saying that he'll be there in, at most, twenty minutes. Of course, he didn't mention that it'd be because he had no idea where the arcade was and was gonna need a good bit of navigating before he found it. Maybe twenty minutes was too short of a time- the mall was rather large, after all...would he be able to find it fast enough? It had been too long since he had been to the arcade- was it left or right?
February set off going left, looking for either a map of the mall, or the actual arcade. Within about ten minutes, he found the map. The arcade was...on the other side of the mall, all the way at the end by one of the department stores. Oh fuck. He started- well, not running, but not walking either. Moving quickly but not so as to attract attention, and made it to the other side of the mall, up an escalator, in about fifteen minutes. He didn't even look winded. Okay, well maybe. Those last five minutes were desperate. He stopped short a few feet from it just to make sure he wasn't- you know, catching his breath or anything. Haha.
Walking into the arcade, the low buzz of old machines and the loud noises of their pixellated games was the only thing February could hear. There were a few kids smashing the buttons and twiddling the joysticks, but the arcade wasn't actually busy. It never really was, from what February could remember of the place. February checked his phone- 6:25. He groaned softly. Yeah, he was late. Oh well. He tapped out a quick 'I'm here' to Bailey before roaming around in search of him. He wouldn't have to look far.
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Post by skull0 on Mar 9, 2013 18:41:01 GMT -5
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.
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Post by affair on Mar 9, 2013 19:22:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] JUST LISTEN TO THESE WORDS I SAY THIS IS NOT A GAME I'LL PLAY WITH JUST ANY OTHER GUY IT'S FOR YOU TO LOSE YOUR WAY JUST KEEP ME IN YOUR ARMS BABE They seemed to find each other at the exact same time- as soon as February spotted that bright head of hair, the other was already coming up to him. Well, in some ways, his initial perception of Bailey was right. Classic retro part-time job. Then again, he did collect retro shoes, play at this place when he was younger, and be on friends-terms with the current owner of the place.
"Uh- no, sorry- I got lost." He stuttered, recalling his limited breathing functions that tended to occur around Bailey on occasion. Even if they did know each other rather well. Maybe it was just some childhood asthma that he had never had that was just popping up again. "It's fine, I've been here before. It's pretty fun." Unlike the rest of the mall, in more ways than one. He was pulled over to the DDR machine- oh, it turned out Bailey remembered- and the out of order sign was snatched off of the screen. Turns out it wasn't actually out of order, surprise surprise.
He had to manually remember his breathing functions at the possibility of a kiss. What part of the brain was responsible for that? He wished he paid more attention in that unit in Biology 204. Whatever it was, it wasn't doing its job. But February had been playing this game constantly for years, and snatched the #6 spot on the leaderboards of the machine. He twisted his ankle straightaway afterwards, but hey, he did it.
"You know you're not gonna win. Even if I play advanced and you play beginner. I'll beat your ass in this." A thin smile emerged on February's face. Oh no, he wasn't gonna win, and Bailey knew it- and if he didn't, he did now. Even after a few years of inactivity, that would certainly be enough to be able to win. February was riding on that hope, and didn't think he'd find himself unable to make good word on his boast. "One game? Or two out of three."
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Post by skull0 on Mar 9, 2013 19:48:18 GMT -5
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.
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Post by affair on Mar 9, 2013 20:21:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] JUST LISTEN TO THESE WORDS I SAY THIS IS NOT A GAME I'LL PLAY WITH JUST ANY OTHER GUY IT'S FOR YOU TO LOSE YOUR WAY JUST KEEP ME IN YOUR ARMS BABE "Just one, okay." February nodded as they stepped onto their respective sides of the platform. A song was chosen, and afterwards they were free to pick things like difficulty level and avatar. February had chosen normal with x2 speed to pick up the pace to something he'd be better at. Slow songs could certainly throw someone off. He wanted to win this, not trip on himself while waiting for the next beat. Once they were both finished, the song began.
It was...it was okay. February thought he did okay. He missed one or two beats and broke his combo, but he managed to have enough notes left to pull up another decently high one. Hit most of the notes on time too- once he got the beat, he just had to recognize the pattern of the notes quick enough and muscle memory took care of the rest. He'd win, for sure. But what then? He hadn't thought that far ahead, he realized, when the results came up and February got an A and Bailey a B.
But he wanted that kiss. He was owed that kiss from the dance room. Leaving without it would ruin his day. He had to kiss him. February quickly darted close to Bailey, going for a peck on the lips- at the very least, of course. Maybe the other's injured pride would let February kiss him. And if February had lost they'd be kissing anyway...he wasn't expecting any fuss or argument from Bailey, not at all. Just a quick kiss while standing at an old and battered DDR machine.
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Post by skull0 on Mar 9, 2013 21:26:55 GMT -5
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.
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Post by affair on Mar 10, 2013 18:00:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 15px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/4fVyd.jpg); border: #333 solid 10px; width: 300px;] JUST LISTEN TO THESE WORDS I SAY THIS IS NOT A GAME I'LL PLAY WITH JUST ANY OTHER GUY IT'S FOR YOU TO LOSE YOUR WAY JUST KEEP ME IN YOUR ARMS BABE The kiss was good. Quick and satisfying- there was a tiny smile on his face, and a mischievous sparkle in his eye. He had gotten his kiss. "Thought I'd take my prize for winning. You too." He tried to hide the flush in his cheeks when Bailey's tone of voice could be compared to post-coital, or something- god, it was at very least seducing. His whole image was seducing. Even in an underwear ad, as silly as it was, he still looked like he wanted to fuck someone's brains out. And Bailey had taken the obvious role of seducer, which meant that February was the seduced. He...he didn't mind. He'd take it with dignity. Like a suicidal criminal going to the gallows.
"...don't be silly. You're still working, remember?" February quipped softly, adding a mutter of "A bed is better to be pushed against" before quickly hopping off of the platform and taking the offered plastic tub. Ahh, if he heard it or not- oh well. Judging from Bailey's actions...his kiss wasn't rejected. In all, it was quite well received. Well, the man had said he would kiss him if February lost. He rather wondered, briefly, what would have happened iof he did lose. February followed the blue-haired man from game to game, as the tub slowly filled up with the coins from the machine. By now, most of the kids that were at the age where the arcade was the coolest thing ever had left, and thusly it was even emptier than it had been when February had walked in.
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Post by skull0 on Mar 10, 2013 19:09:48 GMT -5
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."
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Post by affair on Mar 10, 2013 20:06:14 GMT -5
it took quite a bit of time for them to finish getting all the coins- they actually needed a second bin. Maybe the arcade was still as popular as it used to be. That'd be nice, he guessed. It was a part of his childhood, after all. They were mostly silent as Bailey finished locking up the place, and only did he talk when they left, inviting February to play something better at Bailey's place.
"DDR is pretty cool." February defended. It was the only game he was respectably good at, after all. "I...dunno if I can keep up with you on your games, but I can try." He shrugged "Don't expect much." Whatever it was he had a bad feeling he had the potential to lose within the first five minutes. A hand was offered and hesitantly, February took it. They held hands all the way through the mall and out the door, into the evening air, walking close enough to each other that their entwined hands were a bit difficult to notice.
"It's fine. Playing DDR with you was nostalgic, and..." He paused, considering his next words "I've been to the arcade a lot, so..." February began to fluster a bit, growing embarrassed again "I....I kinda...guess you coulda...coulda picked worse? I mean I'm just- uh, just....comfortable there. Childhood and everything." He quickly supplied, breathing slowly and calming himself down. He couldn't tell him the extent of his appreciation. "It was a good first date. You did fine. Thank you." He even offered up another small smile, to prove he was sincere. Bailey leaned close to him, and February really was expecting a kiss, when he just brushed away some stray strands in front of February's eyes. "...aren't I going home with you? How far away is your place?"
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Post by skull0 on Mar 10, 2013 21:44:04 GMT -5
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.
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Post by affair on Mar 10, 2013 22:15:57 GMT -5
"I'm being sincere, you know." February quipped, rolling his eyes while they walked through the mall's nearly deserted parking lot. Bailey's car was all the way in the back, and Febs murmured a thanks as the passenger door was opened for him and he slid into the seat. He couldn't really compare it to his car- he had a pretty used one, and it mostly collected dust in the parking lot, only used when he actually had to go out of town, somewhere out of the reach of his own two feet and public transit. If he could walk, he did. They actually visited a fast food place- something that made the date seem like they were a young, heterosexual teen couple in the fifties and sixties.
"Lemonade. Or water, if they don't have that." February answered him. He honestly didn't like the taste of water that much- it varied from place to place, and he'd oftentimes had to put in a flavoring to make it appealing. He liked sports drinks as well, and as long as the tea was properly sweetened and not too bitter or watery, that too. He always had to make sure that he didn't eat too much sugar, but he just liked strong flavors, even sour (the only exception was bitter). He was the type to end up overseason his food and not even notice. On the other hand, he knew his way around a spice rack. And had an influx of cheap (spicy, in varying sorts) ramen and a drawerful of menus to Asian and Indian takeouts.
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Post by skull0 on Mar 14, 2013 13:21:31 GMT -5
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
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Post by affair on Mar 14, 2013 17:17:14 GMT -5
" 'm sure, I ate something before I left my place." Heated up leftovers, as usual. Next time, he was pretty sure he'd be able to make something instead of ordering out. Ah, that'd be nice, to have enough money for it. Not like he was the greatest cook, but it was his food.
"Hey, what're you doing-" He snickered a bit after a few moments- just a little bit- as Bailey played around with him, wiggling his eyebrows as if trying to make the other man laugh. It worked, unfortunately, distracting February for a solid 10 seconds- even while Bailey ordered, February was turned away with hood pulled down a bit more, laughing quietly, seeming as if he was doing anything except laughing.
Looking at the aforementioned radio...well, it was an antique, so to say. "That....thing, looks ancient. I can't even say if the receipts help- they...hide it? If that guy broke it, musta done it with...like, a sledgehammer. Old things are impossible to break. Y'sure- you put receipts in the slot...." February looked at the radio and then at Bailey. "Uh, I don't think it'll work for a long time." Not with a bunch of receipts shoved into it, that was for sure. What'd he even need them for! Not like they'd be much use that way. "As long as there are a shitton of receipts in the slot. Why would you put them there? S'gotta be impossible to take 'em out." His voice lowered to a mutter as he began to finger the hem of his hoodie, feeling uneasy. When their orders were ready, he took the proffered lemonade gratefully, sucking on the straw. Uh-huh, it was sugary and sour and not watery. Or at least, not yet. He'd have to drink it before all the ice melted. "Mm.." Was his response to Bailey's announcement, still occupied by his drink.
The rest of the drive went by relatively quietly- February just sipped on his lemonade, Bailey drove. When the car slowed down and eventually stopped, February looked up to see where they were now.
Unusually, they were home. A look of confusion was given to Bailey. "You live here..? 'cause this is my apartment building. I thought we were gonna go to your place." February looked around, trying to see if maybe there were any housing developments he hadn't noticed, any other possible ways that they hadn't been living in the same building for at least two years or so....
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