So much for a normal life...

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

WHO: Eddie and you!
WHERE: Various places
WHAT: Shenanigans!
WHEN: early May
WARNINGS: Grossness. Acid snot is disgusting, man.



My Car!

Eddie sighs as he gets out of his rental car. He looks up and down the street. Hopefully he's finally found a decent place to park and he'll make it one day without losing a vehicle.

He pulls his bag out of the back seat, slinging it over his shoulder as he starts toward his office building. At that moment, a piece of the building next to him is broken off by some superhero fight or another. It plummets to the street and, you guessed it, crushes his car. He turns, eyes wide. "Oh come on!"

Achoo cw: mucus

Determined to keep the day from being a total loss, Eddie takes himself out to lunch. He finds a nice little sidewalk cafe and settles with his newspaper. He shakes his head as he reads over the latest headlines. Alien invasions and giant cats. "What the hell is this city coming to?"

A strong breeze rustles the pages. Unfortunately, it also rustles the nearby tree, shaking loose pollen and who knows what else. Eddie feels a tingling in his nose and gasps. "Oh no. Ooooh no." He claps his hand over his nose and mouth, panicking. No, no, no. He can't hold it in. Turning, he prays no one is walking by as he sneezes. The spray sizzles as it hits the plants and pavement and anything else in its path, acid burning through everything it touches.

"Uuuuhhhhhh. Check please?"

Wildcard.

[Want to do anything with Eds before he turns to the dark side? Now is the time! If you want to plot hit me up at eternalferret or Discord at SupahFerret#0368]

Comments

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

It's nice to find someone who actually gets it. Maybe having his car crushed this time wasn't so bad after all.

His eyes skim the page. The invitation gets a smile. Oh that's tempting. He looks back at his work, one hand stroking his chin as he mulls it over. He should say no... But it's been a bad week and this is the first good thing that's happened. And he's not ready to part ways with Richie just yet. Finally, he nods. "You know what... Yeah. Yeah, sure. That sounds like a great idea."

[mrsklover]

Oh, that smile. That fucking smile. It was going to be the end of him and he was going to die happy.

Richie nods and jerks his head toward the bar before starting to walk toward it. He'd been there once or twice so he knew they'd be okay with his notepad and weird inability to actually say his order. He also knew that the booths were cozy and sometimes had candles.

Just a nice ambiance. That's all. Easy to talk in.

Inside he pointed over to one and sat down with a big grin, pad out and facing toward Eddie.

So what job are you blowing off? If it's surgeon, I might feel a little bad for encouraging you to play hookey.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Eddie readjusts his bag on his shoulder before following. God, he's never done anything like this before. Ditching work is one thing, but going out for a drink with someone he just met? Seriously, what is he thinking?

He's thinking that it's nice and he's not in a rush for this feeling to stop.

He tosses his bag to the corner of the booth to be forgotten until they leave. He chuckles, shaking his head. "No, no I'm not a doctor. Nothing as exciting as that. I'm an accountant. I work for people who have more money than I could ever dream of. How about you? Mime?"

[mrsklover]

Richie realizes too quickly that he has no idea what his laugh does to people. He's going to find out now though because that whole Mime comment has him cracking up. Oh, Jesus. This guy was hilarious, too. Was he going to reveal he was loaded and actually prince of some country, next?

He shakes his head and rolls his eyes a little as though exasperated with his own answer.

I wish. Always wanted to be a comedian but clearly that's not gonna work.

I work at a radio station. Button pusher. Stuff like that.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Eddie worries for a moment that the laughter would knock him out. That would be unfortunate because the guy really does have a nice laugh. Thankfully, though, it seems like the laugh doesn't have any effect on him. He grins, pleased that his joke was appreciated.

"I mean, you could always write for one of those comedy shows, or write material for someone else. Or release an album of comedy to sleep by." Does he want to make the guy laugh again? Maybe... "Pretty cool that you work at the radio, though."

[mrsklover]

Richie shrugs again but is giggling as he does. Apparently that doesn't make people pass out so at least he's got that going for him.

Would be cooler if I had a show or something. But you're right. Best thing I can do is a sleep podcast or something.

The Sleep Talker Hour with Richie Sandman Tozier.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

The server comes over and Eddie orders a beer. So what if it's early? His car was just flattened, he's entitled.

"See? There you go! 'Tired of listening to heroes fighting an alien invasion? Listen to The Sleep Talker and you'll fall right to sleep.'"

[mrsklover]

It's my actual calling in life! You figured it out! Now we just have to think about one for you...

Richie makes the sign for another beer to match Eddie's. If drinking was happening, he wasn't about to be the sober one in the group. Besides, he needed to take some of his edge off so he make sure this...lunch....not date... went okay.

He sketched a little on his pad and then turned over a drawing of a very poorly drawn Eddie in a cape.

Look! It's Deconstruction Man! Able to level buildings with a bad cold!

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Eddie chuckles, raising an eyebrow as he watches the writing implement fly over the paper. It does make conversations interesting. Their beers arrive and he nods a thank you to the server before taking a sip.

The final product gets a snort of laugher. "Okay, yeah, that's not too bad. If I ever wanted to get into the hero business, I'll remember that."

[mrsklover]

Richie considers Eddie's face for a minute as his hands sweat again. He takes a long sip of his beer and uses that to brace himself for what might be the most daring thing he's ever done in his entire life. He has no idea why he's doing it after so long of basically ignoring this part of him. All he knows is that Eddie seems special, somehow. Really special. And that makes Richie want to grab on with both hands.

It makes him reckless.

The hero business would be lucky to have you.

I bet you'd be the best looking one in all of those weird suits.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Eddie feels happier than he has in months. His life has been a shitty cycle of work, home, deal with insurance companies, wash, rinse, repeat... then this one guy shows up and disrupts all of that. He's nice, funny, good looking... and is he flirting with him? That's unexpected. But... but he doesn't mind it. He reads the notebook and blinks. Whoa, no one has really called him good looking before. That's new. New... and he likes it.

He smiles, waving a hand. "Oh come on, that's not true. I saw Captain America the other day. I definitely can't compare to that."

[mrsklover]

Richie snorts out of his nose and shakes his head.

Captain America? Come on. He's alright but I can see you know your way around a gym, too.

He slugs some more beer and tries not to fidget too much under the table. He glances up and...yeah. Yeah, that was why he was taking the risk. Who wouldn't want to shoot a shot for a guy that looks like him?

Besides, I like brunettes a whole heck of a lot better. Not to mention the scruff. Captain America wishes he could pull that off as well.

And there. He slides it over knowing now he's pretty much exposed his big 'being gay' bit as well as making it clear he's at least mildly interested. His hand slips a little on his beer as he finishes it and waves for another. Yeah, he drank it pretty fast but he needed the help.

He can't actually remember the last time he's done this.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Is... is this guy really saying he finds him more attractive than Captain Freaking America? That's... wow. His eyebrows raise and one hand moves to smooth down his goatee. This is... a lot. But... but he likes it.

He smiles, "Thanks. No one's ever said anything like that to me before." He pauses, biting his lip as he thinks. Finally, he ventures, "You... didn't just ask me here because you felt bad about my car, did you?"

[mrsklover]

Richie's mouth opens for a second and then shuts again. His leg is bouncing under the table and he thinks his heart might be ready to beat out of his chest. Eddie hasn't really given an indication whether the flirting is good or not. His question could still lead to a whole mess of reactions. But Richie started this and he wasn't about to back out now.

After all, he just met the guy, right? Sure he was drawn to him and the guy seemed amazing, but Richie didn't lose anything by taking a chance. Right?

Right.

I mean... I did feel bad about the car and all.

But I might have maybe felt a little more bad than usual about it because I also thought you were hot.

And don't worry if you want to run out of here now. I can cover the beer as a 'Sorry-for-Hitting-On-You' penance.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Well that answers that question. Eddie thinks about it for a moment. Had he ever thought about going out with a guy? No. But... but he wasn't weirded out by it. In fact... he feels really comfortable with this guy. What's the harm in giving it a shot?

Besides... no one's ever called him hot before. He... might be blushing.

He takes another sip of his beer before he shrugs, "I'm not running. Actually, uh, I wouldn't say no to another drink... or two."

[mrsklover]

Holy shit. Holy shit. Richie blinked and replayed the words while staring at those adorable, flushing cheeks.

He hit on Eddie and gave him an out, and he didn't take it. Instead, he said he'd like to stay. For another drink or two! Holy shit. Was this a date, now? Were they having a date?

Richie's smile spread over his entire face as he made a show of shifting a little bit closer to Eddie in the booth and flipping the notebook to another page.

Just not too many drinks that you can't read my little notes, here. I need make sure I have a way of continuing to compliment you.

He bites the bottom of his lip, feeling a little invincible now.

Speaking of... your blush is pretty adorable. I'd like to keep that going.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

It... might be a date. What if it is? Is that weird? No... he doesn't think so. He's honestly never given thought to going out with a guy before, but he's not against the idea. And Richie knows his stupid power and didn't run. Soooo...

He chuckles, nodding at the first comment. "Yeah, don't worry. I don't want you to have to resort to putting me to sleep to say anything." The second comment has him blushing even more. "Adorable? I... oh god, no one's ever called me adorable before. Geez, you're gonna give me a big head at this rate." He rubs the back of his head"

[mrsklover]

I can already see it starting with your big, Bambi eyes.

Crud. Okay. Why was he teasing the guy? Who knew if he would take it as an insult or not? God, he was so bad at dating. When was the last date he'd even been on? Had he ever been on one? He couldn't remember. That probably wasn't a good sign for it having been anytime in the last decade.

I like them too, though. You've got really nice, big, Bambi eyes.

Sorry. It's been awhile since I actually tried to be charming. I probably just default to 'jerk'.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

"Big Bambi eyes?" Eddie's eyes open wider in surprise at that. Then he realizes he's making it worse and just laughs. Seriously, this guy is just too much.

"It's okay. It's been a while for me, too. How about, uh..." He thinks. There's got to be more they can talk about than just, uh, him. "What do you do for fun?"

[mrsklover]

Richie is so bad at this. He's so awful at this. Why did Eddie even agree to this drink? But God, that laugh. That beautiful laugh. Eddie is too much in all the best ways.

For fun? I don't know that I do anything for fun, really. Other than I guess make impromptu drinking plans with guys who have bad luck with cars.

I guess I also play some video games here and there. Street Fighter champion. What about you?

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Eddie nods. Video games? Huh. Seems like a waste of time to him, but to each their own.

"Other than have bad luck with cars?" He thinks for a moment. "Read, I guess. Go to the movies on occasion. God I probably sound boring as hell, don't I?" He gives Richie a sheepish smirk.

[mrsklover]

Nothing about what you say is boring.

Okay. He's being sappy. He needs to not do that. No one likes saps.

But yeah. Movies sound fun. I like a lot of the old stuff. You know, 80's stuff and the like. Sci Fi as long as it's not too crazy. For some reason I am not a huge fan of aliens.

Movies sound amazing, actually. No need to talk during it.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Wow, is this what it's like to have someone care about you? It's... Nice? Yeah. It'll definitely take some getting used to, though.

He smiles, "Same, weirdly enough. About the alien movies, I mean." He thinks about it before venturing, "Hey, uh, maybe we could go to one sometime."

[mrsklover]

"What? Really?"

Shoot. Richie slaps a hand over his mouth and goes for his notepad instead.

Sorry! Sorry. I thought that I was honestly making a mess of this whole thing. But I am all about going to see a movie.

With you.

No aliens but yeah. Any movie you wanna see, I am there. And if you hate it, I will just make commentary so you can sleep through it.

[beepbeepmotherfucker]

Eddie shakes his head to push away the minimal effects of those two words. To think he shocked him into speaking, though. He'll take that as a mark in his favor... He thinks.

He smiles. "Let's face it, neither one of us is really good at this. But you've made me laugh more than anything has in a while. That definitely counts for something."