Glass -- New York, Friday Night

[killingsoftly]

They'd given them a park facing room, which was more than Devin had hoped for. He brushed his fingers over the cool glass of the doors, then stepped outside on the balcony, letting the sounds of the city wash over him. He took a sip of whiskey, smiling to himself as he watched the warm early evening light warm the buildings and the tops of the trees. It was warm and the air conditioner in the room kicked on in protest of the open door, but he just let it run, listening to the sounds of Warren in the room behind him.

Even now, the heat from their little game still lingered, flushing his cheeks. The whiskey in the glass was cool, but not cool enough. He was cursing himself that they only had one bed, but when he'd booked the gig, and the room, he hadn't expected Warren to be coming. He figured he'd be pursuing his other gig while here, but then the invitation spilled out and here they were. He wasn't coming down off a high. He'd slept a lot the last few days. He'd been eating. He wasn't fragile and out of it, and sharing that bed was likely to test his resolve to the limit, especially after the teasing.

He wasn't likely to sleep much.

But he didn't want to push Warren. The flirtation was delightful. The game moreso, but he was the one who wanted it to be more than just a game, not Warren. He had to remember that part and not push, no matter if that "later" teased at his memory. He slid fingers over glass and imagined briefly it was skin, then pushed those thoughts away. He could behave.

"Our reservation's at six." He called back over his shoulder, straightening even as he kept his gaze fixed on the people scurrying below, drinking in the life of the City. "We should probably leave by 530. It's just around the corner, less than half a mile. Walk or cab?"

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[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren nodded, "So will I..."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

She smiled at them both.

"I'll have those salads out in no time, then."

And then she was gone.

Devin shook his head a little, smiling. "She's...efficient."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"She is," he chuckled. "But if they're dealing with the pre-theatre crowd, they're probably dealing with a lot of people who have somewhere to be at a specific time. They probably screen people for this hour pretty carefully, train them to be efficient."

Warren shook his head. "Yeah, I used to work in food service, does it show?" Wry, ironic.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin laughed a little. "I've heard it's a good experience to have. Makes you appreciative of those in the service profession if you've been in their shoes."

He sipped his wine, leaning in a bit though he didn't touch Warren.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"It does do that," he admitted with a shrug.

His eyes going slightly wide again as Devin leaned in, lips parting for words that he ended up not saying.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin's eyes flicked unwittingly to Warren's parted lips, but then he looked back at his face with a more casual smile.

"So, have you seen the Holy Grail movie?" Innocent question, but he'd lowered his voice as close as they were. It made people look, smile a bit.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"A couple times, yeah," Warren smiled, leaning forward a little the way he'd used to at school, hair down over half his face again. "We used to do a lot of Monty Python at home."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin reached up and casually brushed his hair back, tucking it behind his ear with a grin, twirling the red just a bit. He wanted to see Warren's eyes.

"The musical is supposed to be exceptionally amusing."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"So I hear," he said.

Blushing just a bit at Devin's touch. His eyes slid down to the table, then back up to Devin's.

"I'd wanted to see it ever since it came out, but ..." He shrugged. "Anyway. Thanks."

So awkward. He couldn't think of things to say.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Of course." Devin shrugged a little. "I haven't seen it yet, either, though I've wanted to."

He sat back when the waitress brought their salads, giving them a little smile.

"Ground pepper?" Devin nodded his assent.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren nodded, too. Spicy was his thing, anyway. Enough to keep him distracted. Food was a good distraction.

He was, he'd decided, being wined and dined. By Devin. He thought about asking, decided against it. The words 'is this a date' kept coming to the surface, but it was a silly question to ask.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin smiled at him a little, starting on his salad.

"I know you said Sky High wasn't big on the arts, but was there a local theatre or anything that put on shows?"

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Not really..." Warren poked at it for a bit before pushing things away again, resuming a more normal posture. "Well, there was. But it was small, and they always only had certain times that they were rehearsing or holding auditions or putting on shows. We didn't get to it much."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin nodded. "My grandparents never went to Dublin while I was growing up, but my mother would take me when she came to visit. It wasn't often though, but we always went to the theatre if we went to town. She couldn't bear to miss it."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"Did she used to go?" Warren asked, curious. And something else that was on the tip of his tongue.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"As often as she could. She knew a lot of the actors by name and they knew her. She'd take me backstage to meet them, sometimes."

Which would often be when he'd lose her for a while when she got distracted by a shiny.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren nodded slightly. And then, tenatively, offered it up.

"Mom used to act. In college, mostly, but I think she kind of wanted to try out the bigger theatre companies. Before she got married, before... well, everything."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Did she?" Devin smiled at him. "I thought I recognized a kindred spirit." He wasn't sure if questions about what happened later were appropriate and didn't want to shift to something upsetting. "Do you know what plays she did?"

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"No.." he smiled a little. "But she has scrapbooks, still. I mean, I don't remember, but I bet we could find out from the pictures." She wouldn't mind if he and Devin looked through them.

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"That would be fun. We'll hunt for clues." Devin grinned at him.

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren laughed. "We can do that. I wonder if she has old programs in there, too. That'd help."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

"Immensely," Devin said with a laugh.

The waitress arrived with their dinners and flames to keep the cheese melted. Devin had a plate of potatoes, while Warren got cut up bread and apples. Another plate with sausages and swiss dried beef and mushrooms and other vegetables was brought by a second waitress.

"Anything else I can get you two right now?"

Devin shook his head. "Nothing for me, thank you."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

"I'm all right, thanks," Warren murmured. Trying not to be overwhelmed by the sheer amount of fancy food and fondue and. Mm.

At least he did have some idea how to eat fondue. He was on his second bite when the thought occurred to him and he almost choked with laughter.

"Of course, I got the food en flambe."

[killingsoftly.livejournal.com]

Devin laughed. "Of course, though mine has a little flame, but yours is far more impressive. And rightly so."

[firebugwarren.livejournal.com]

Warren grinned at him.

"You don't mind so much that mine's bigger than yours?"