"I'm flattered you think I'm mysterious." He smiled as he drank again from his glass. "So what is your motivation for being here?" He asked as he noticed the waiter hurry over to ask for their orders.
"I'll just take the Ruben sandwich please."
“New York Strip, as rare as you can make it legally,” Truth stated his order confidently.
“My intentions being here?” Truth repeated the question as the waiter hurried off. “Hmm… maybe to see your intentions… maybe to compinate for yours.” He smirked in his glass as he took a swig.
Icarus raised his eyebrows in surprise and interest and placed his glass of coke and rum back on the table.
"Compensate, huh? Were you hoping for a certain… result?" He eyed Truth curiously, wondering if he actually chose his short dress shirt on purpose.
(Sorry for that wrong spelling! My IPad’s being a you-know-what today.)
Truth clicked his tongue. “Yes and no,” He purred idly as he took a sip of the drink, to find it was empty. He set the glass down, lifted up the bottle and paused, staring at it.
Who needs cups? He asked himself as he uncorked it and started chugging out of the 25 Oz bottle.
(nah my dude it's cool. autocorrect messes me up so much on my phone lol)
Icarus stared as Truth began to chug the bottle of liquor.
"Are… are you gonna be alright?" He asked, a bit concerned at the amount of alcohol Truth was intaking. "Am I going to have to fly you home? I don't even know where you live…"
Truth finished the bottle with a pretty (if I may intrude with a comment xD) sexy “Ahhh.” He set the bottle down with a polite burp.
“Nah, I’ll be alright. Demons can’t get intoxicated. I was just feeling a bit” -His voice lowered- “thirsty…” He sat back into the booth with another burp, staring at Icarus with a smirk.
(ahaha perfect lol)
Icarus stared with a near blank look on his face, except for him swallowing in nervousness and intimidation. "It's nice to know I won't have to carry you home then…" He felt a shiver go up his spine from the deepness and connotation of Truth's voice and words.
Truth laughed gently. “Of course you wouldn’t have to. I wouldn’t make you, either.” He stretched out and glanced around. “So, have you been here before? It’s kinda fancy isn’t it?” He hoped he didn’t sound too dismayed. He liked the cool, calm collected environment of the restaurant, but the fact that was filled with so many people caught him off guard for such an expensive place to eat.
"Only a few times when it was just starting. Thought I might check up on the place if I was going to take you out to dinner. It seems to have grown since then." He said while looking around, taking in the restaurant's fanciness. "Or maybe I'm trying to impress you." He paused for a second, trying to process what Truth meant.
"It's alright if you don't like it. I can impress you in other ways…" He smirked as he went to finish off his coke and rum glass.
Truth couldn’t help a smirk and a chuckle. “Can you, now? Nah, this place is good, I’d come here again.” He nodded and glanced back at Icarus. “So, once we finish up our food, what’re you planning for the rest of the night?” He looked at Icarus down his nose. “Not sleep, surely.”
(I have to go at 9, school night ^-^)
(Alrighty. Make sure to sleep well lol)
"Depends on how well this dinner goes. The night is open to any possibility at this point." Icarus answered gently, in a sickly sweet tone before flagging down a passing waiter to refill his glass. "And you? I'm sure a demon like you doesn't need sleep for one night."
Truth ordered another bottle of bourbon and smirked at Icarus’ tone. “Yeah, open possibility, huh? That’ll change, I bet.” He looked at Icarus. “Sleep? I don’t need it as much, you’re right to think I can pass off one night, and possibly a morning.” His smirk grew smugger at that comment.
(Bump)
(rEEEEEEDDDD)
(aM I ANNOYING YOU YET?)
(woah there hello parent lol) (sorry i had to go deal with things and yeah everything is gonna be a mess for a few days) (sorry again) (I'll be able to rp in a little)
(;o; I’m sorry dude, if you wanna talk about it I’m here for yah!)
(I would but it'd be a lot to rant about and I don't think you'd want the read the struggles of an overly-anxious, pathetic teenage white girl)
(Hey m8 you just described me xD)
(xD no way. You're definitely better than me)
(No I'm pretty sure I'm a pathetic teenage white girl.)
(eSPECIALLY OVERLY-ANXIOUS)
(I feel like our generation is just the most anxious out of everything lol. And no no no you're awesome not pathetic)
(I’m pretty pathetic thanks though xD)
(Reeeed let’s continueeee)
(Okay, Red, I’ve thought of something. Hb when one of us gets off, we reply to what the other said last, like I left you a thing to respond to when I got off. I really want (especially with this RP) a response when I get back, because I really want this to progress, because you’re such a great RPer, and where we’re going with this is just too good to wait for, you know?)
Truth ordered another bottle of bourbon and smirked at Icarus’ tone. “Yeah, open possibility, huh? That’ll change, I bet.” He looked at Icarus. “Sleep? I don’t need it as much, you’re right to think I can pass off one night, and possibly a morning.” His smirk grew smugger at that comment.
(Good plan. I'd love to continue the story. And sorry I had to leave for so long, soccer practice lasts two hours in a town I live an hour away from lol)
Icarus felt his heart flutter in his chest at Truth's replies. This date seemed to be going better than he had anticipated.
A pleasant surprise, he thought as he took comfort in his second glass of rum and coke. Maybe this Demon isn't all that bad after all…
He let his thoughts wander as he watched Truth with a sort of content-ness in his eyes.
"It'll change to whatever you want it to change to, my dear," Icarus responded, knowing full well he didn't need to add 'my dear' at the end of his statement.
(That’s perfectly fine, don’t apologize! ^-^)
Truth popped the second bottle of bourbon open when he received it. Instead of chugging it, he set it down at his right elbow and leaned forward a little towards Icarus, an eyebrow raised.
“I’m already your dear, huh?” He put on a grin rather than a smirk. He couldn’t help liking that; pet names were his favorite thing in a relationship.
Icarus smiled cheekily as he leaned forward to brace his forearms on the table. He couldn't help but feel the butterflies stir once again as he realized that Truth didn't scorn him for the nickname.
"You can be whatever you want to be to me," Icarus purred softly as he noticed the waiter making his way back from the kitchen.
Truth followed Icarus’ gaze and plopped back down in his seat with a scoff. “Really, now? Food comes now, just when things were getting exciting.”
The waiter trotted up and set their plates of food down. Icarus his sandwich, and Truth his big-ass steak, as rare as could be.