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Posted: Fri Apr 14, 2017 4:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2017 5:13 pm
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It wasn't in a text, but Horace would get his answer only moments later. "Scrambled, of course," Elliot replied, bending at the waist, arm resting nonchalantly on the door through the open window. There was a coy sort of smile lifting the corner of his mouth as he picked at something invisible beneath his fingernail.
"Sorry for the wait, darling, I had a bit of a wardrobe dilemma." Though he didn't mention what exactly, he looked quite presentable as he opened the door and slid right on into the passenger seat. The way-too-tight shorts and equally tight shirt from their previous rendezvous were replaced with soft looking skinny jeans and a loose, faintly ruffled shirt in delicate floral-print pastels.
Elliot looked pleased with himself, but when didn't he?
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Posted: Sat Apr 29, 2017 3:22 pm
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"I'm going to choose to believe that's a compliment, Elliot," he said airily. Horace squeaked through a light just as it turned red. He couldn't prevent the big grin that covered his face at the mention of good coffee.
"Just you wait, Eli, if you don't like the coffee where I'm taking you, I... uh..." Where was he going with this. "You can take a penalty out on me." The coffee at this diner was actually good. It was a small place, and the food was cheap even if the coffee was a little expensive. But it wasn't run of the mill and was never, ******** forbid, burnt.
Horace rolled down his window, letting the wind whip his hair about a bit. "We're almost there. Sorry I didn't get you flowers."
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Posted: Mon May 01, 2017 4:49 pm
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He gave Elliot a slow look, followed by an amused grin. "I'll keep that in mind. I'm hard." And any booth would be fine, Horace thought. Eli had no idea how often her was here.
Horace held open the door for Elliot, gesturing for him to go first. He followed, glancing around until he saw someone. "Hey, Wendy! I see you finally got the new style uniforms you wanted." He grinned. The waitress perked up, calling out a cheerful hello. She wandered over and soon they were directed to a booth against the window. Sunlight glinted through the glass, but not blindingly so. Two menus were placed in front of them.
"I'll leave you two alone for a bit to decide." Wendy was staring at Horace hard, eyes clearing saying she needed details because Horace never came in with someone else.
He snorted under his breath. "How do you take your coffee, Eli?"
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 8:01 am
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"Keep it together, please, we just got here. There will be plenty of time for that later," he shot back in jest. If Horace hadn't found it obvious from their previous encounter, Eli could play the game with the best of 'em. Flirting was a favored pastime, even if he had tried to tone it down in recent years.
He swept inside with a small thank you for the gentlemanly gesture, arms crossing temporarily across his chest. This place was quaint but cheery and he liked it.
"Cream and sugar usually, but I'm not opposed to black if you'd recommend it," he replied after another thank you to their server—Wendy, he gleaned. What was that look she'd given Horace? It was familiar if nothing else. "You must come here often," he commented over the menu.
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Posted: Tue May 02, 2017 3:57 pm
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"Cream and sugar, then," Elliot decided. No need to deny his usual habits if Horace liked it just as sweet. Then again, would he have switched it up? Probably not, not unless he really wanted to. "And something with a side of eggs. Oh, is the french toast any good? Or maybe waffles."
It was a tough decision. Except, well, worrying about it became the last thing on his mind the very next instant. Horace was only shooting innuendos if you squinted now, because that one was pretty damn blatant. Not that he minded if the cocky smile on his face was any indication.
"I like the third option," he said as he lowered his menu. "Makes me feel like I slay." And then he raised it again and went back to looking. "Or you could tell her it's a secret. Sometimes it's fun to watch them squirm with curiosity."
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