03-27-2015, 08:15 AM
The woman dismissed him in a huff, he didn't blame her. But such was life. It did not surprise Martin in the least bit that Dorian sent the woman an apology, everything proper and everything in it's place, that was Dorian Vega. Martin had seen him no other way but surely he wasn't like this ALL the time. There had to be a time or two where there was even a hair out of place, or a wrinkle in his clothes. But even on a hunt, he was always perfect. It was a facade, but one Dorian had wielded far too long and far too well. He would have to see about breaking his friend.
A man in a bikers outfit strolled in and took a seat, the place was picking up, it was still rather empty but such was life. And another gentleman walked in, he apparently knew the hostess and was chit chatting with her.
Martin's soup arrived and Martin carefully rolled up his sleeves, he had to sigh at himself, he had picked up too many habits from his friend, things he didn't do when he wasn't around. It had been nearly 5 years since they'd dinned together and his manners had probably improved 100%. Martin looked up from the spoon he was about to put in his mouth and found Dorian chuckling at him.
Martin sat up straight and put the spoon back in the bowl, "What now?"
Dorian shook his head, "You go from insulting the lady, to rolling your sleeves up so you don't drag them through your food all in the matter of minutes. Martin, my friend, you need to get out more. This whole business has you coiled too tightly. You need to get laid and get out and have some fun."
Martin's jaw nearly dropped at the bluntness of his friend. He was stunned into silence. "And I imagine you are offering."
Dorian laughed, "For the latter yes. The former, well not that I'd be displeased but I don't think I'm your type. But for the fun I'm sure we can manage something. Friday night provided I'm not on a case and you've no pressing business, you and I will find something our adult selves will hate, but the youth in us would love. We'll even drag Cruz along for the fun of it. Maybe he can show you how to have a good time."
Martin looked down and spooned soup into his mouth to keep himself from blurting out an apology, he had been surprised by his own words, but Dorian had never even tried with him ever. He'd been insulted when he was younger, but no he was grateful, and he shouldn't have said what he did. But Dorian knew he felt bad when he looked up there was an apologetic smile on his face as well. "Sounds like a plan. How old is Cruz anyway?"
A man in a bikers outfit strolled in and took a seat, the place was picking up, it was still rather empty but such was life. And another gentleman walked in, he apparently knew the hostess and was chit chatting with her.
Martin's soup arrived and Martin carefully rolled up his sleeves, he had to sigh at himself, he had picked up too many habits from his friend, things he didn't do when he wasn't around. It had been nearly 5 years since they'd dinned together and his manners had probably improved 100%. Martin looked up from the spoon he was about to put in his mouth and found Dorian chuckling at him.
Martin sat up straight and put the spoon back in the bowl, "What now?"
Dorian shook his head, "You go from insulting the lady, to rolling your sleeves up so you don't drag them through your food all in the matter of minutes. Martin, my friend, you need to get out more. This whole business has you coiled too tightly. You need to get laid and get out and have some fun."
Martin's jaw nearly dropped at the bluntness of his friend. He was stunned into silence. "And I imagine you are offering."
Dorian laughed, "For the latter yes. The former, well not that I'd be displeased but I don't think I'm your type. But for the fun I'm sure we can manage something. Friday night provided I'm not on a case and you've no pressing business, you and I will find something our adult selves will hate, but the youth in us would love. We'll even drag Cruz along for the fun of it. Maybe he can show you how to have a good time."
Martin looked down and spooned soup into his mouth to keep himself from blurting out an apology, he had been surprised by his own words, but Dorian had never even tried with him ever. He'd been insulted when he was younger, but no he was grateful, and he shouldn't have said what he did. But Dorian knew he felt bad when he looked up there was an apologetic smile on his face as well. "Sounds like a plan. How old is Cruz anyway?"