York (badlocksmith) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2017-01-01 10:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, agent york, heather miller |
Who: Heather and York
What: Date Night
When: November
Where: Out to Dinner
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
There were plenty of ways that Heather could've handled finding out that she was, or that her dreams came from an apparent other life that she'd lived that was a movie? It was too much still for her brain to wrap around so for the most part she'd ignored it. That was until a night she was alone in her apartment and her curiosity had gotten the better of her.
She'd given in and watched it from start to finish, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place from the things she didn't know about. Which wasn't actually a lot considering, but still, the gaps were slowly filled and by the time it'd ended Heather was, for the most part, okay. Still mind-boggled but okay in general.
For tonight though she wasn't going to dwell too much on the movie, or anything else that happened in the dream world. No, tonight she was going to focus on the good things, better things for herself and for York who she'd invited out to dinner. Heather liked him, he was good guy and a good friend to her. She was happy, and what they had going worked. Dinner had been nice, full of easy conversation and laughter, then the waiter came back around with a dessert menu and Heather couldn't help but crack it open and slide it over so York could see it too. "You want anything for dessert?"
“Oh, there are so many different ways to answer that question,” York teased, grinning at her over the top of the dessert menu. He still had a few sips left in his wine glass, though he’d had enough that he really shouldn’t be driving home. Driving, by the way, was something that he could now do legally. He even had a car to do so. But they’d picked up a ride here so neither of them had to worry about being the designated driver for the evening. It was nice.
“I think I’m gonna have to go with yes,” he added, lifting his glass. “That seems the easiest way to say what I mean without being crude.” He sipped. “I’ll split something off the menu with you.”
A dark brow rose slightly, as did one corner of her mouth at the joke. There were definitely plenty of ways he could answer that, but Heather thought he summed it up best by just saying yes. "See, that was the best answer I think." She gave him a wink and a nod before glancing down through the menu.
"They've got a cherry cheesecake that looks good, or a Double Chocolate cake. You pick. I'm game for either one." Heather was perfectly content to let York pick their dessert of the evening since they would be sharing it and those were her two top choices. Really, she had no preference for one over the other.
“Cheesecake’s good.” York said, and set down his menu. “I’m pretty easy when it comes to stuff like this. Among other things.” It was flirtatious, and a little over-the-top, but York didn’t care. He was a flirt by nature, and something about Heather brought it out in him.
“Did you decide what you’re doing for Thanksgiving?” He lifted his wine glass to drain the last of it.
Heather chuckled, "Oh don't worry, I'm easy too." She gave him a wink, and shook her head as she placed her menu back down on the table. Reaching forward she picked up her glass of wine, and took another sip right before the waitress came back over. "We'll have the cherry cheesecake. Two utensils with that too please." She handed back the menu and then looked over at York
"I have. I'm going to stay here in the OC, and shut down the butcher shop. You know, take a long weekend." She figured that it would be okay for her to shut down for a couple of days, and besides, it wasn't as if she took a lot of time off. "What about you?"
York’s initial reaction to that sentence was don’t I know it. Playfully, of course. But he’d never say that. He didn’t want to even tease it. Because he respected her, and he liked her. He was a hot mess, but what he had with Heather was the highlight of his day.
“That sounds nice.” He said, turning his glass around on the table. He glanced over at her. “I’m having it with my family. We’re a loud bunch, lots of hugs and randomly bursting into song. Okay, that last bit is all me. But you’re welcome to come join us if you want to.”
Heather thought it would be nice, to be able to spend time with her adoptive parents and her biological family. Heather was looking forward to it anyway, that was if the OC wasn't drowned in snow like it was last year. She'd just have to wait and play it by ear.
A dark brow rose, and a light smile tipped up one corner of her mouth. It felt like it'd been forever since the last time she'd gone to anything like that. Her own family was loud, and sometimes not in a good way. "I'd love that." Heather decided with a nod, "Even if you burst into song randomly." She gave him a teasing wink, nudging his leg gently with the ball of her foot.
York gave a little laugh. “Good. I’m glad.” He smiled over at her, his gaze lingering for a little longer than it probably should have. Then he tore it away and cleared his throat. “I’ll even let you pick the songs. Half the songs. Maybe a majority, we’ll have to play that by ear.” He gave her a wink, then sat up a little as the waiter brought out their cheesecake and put it on the table between them. “Man, this looks good.”
Heather watched York with a smile still on her face. "Oh really? I'll take that as a high honor then." She grinned, "But I don't know if your family would appreciate my taste in music." She teased lightly, "Although, I do know some classics so I think we could be safe." She glanced up at the waiter as he brought their cheesecake, and made a slight humming sound. "It does." Reaching for a fork, Heather cut into the end of the dessert and took a bite. "Oh man," she spoke around her mouthful of food, "that's heavenly."
“Did I mention it’s only show tunes?” York said, grinning. “Because that’s all I really know how to sing.” He picked up his own fork, and waited for Heather to take the first bite. He watched her as she enjoyed the dessert, pleased at the smile on her face and the glint in her eye. Then he reached forward to steal his own bite. “You know,” he said, trying not to talk too much through a full mouth but unable to stop himself, “if someone told me I could only eat cheesecake for the rest of my life? I think I’d be okay with it.”
"So now you lay the rules on me." She replied with a grin back in his direction, clearly teasing. "Oh yeah?" She canted her head to the side, and then shook her head. "Fair enough though. I'll see about brushing up on my show tune knowledge." She finished her bite, and then licked her lips. Heather nodded, "Yeah, I think that I could be okay with it too. Especially if it was all as good as this." She pointed at the cheesecake with the end of her fork, and then went to take a another bite. "So, why do they call you York anyway?" Heather raised a brow over at him.
“Hey, I didn’t make the rules.” Beat. “Okay, I totally made the rules. But they’re good rules and I stick by them.” He took another bite of cheesecake, and enjoyed it slowly. “I think cheesecake might be my favorite dessert. Some people might think that’s immature of me, or something? But whatever. I love it.” He inserted his fork into his mouth to suck the tines clean.
“It’s a long story. See, I used to sing a lot of show tunes. I was big into drama when I was younger. Hey, there’s lots of pretty girls who do theater, and when you’re a horny teenager, that’s what matters. Anyway, I sang a bunch when I was assigned to my squad, so instead of calling me Broadway, they called me New York. It shortened to York.” He paused for a second considering. “I guess it wasn’t that long of a story after all.”
Laughing, Heather gave a small nod. "I figured that you did, and that's okay. I can follow the rules. Most of the time anyway." She lifted a shoulder, waiting on him to take another bite before she took one. "I don't see how they could think that. It's delicious, and they must have dead taste buds or something."
Heather canted her head to the side as she listened to his story. She grinned as he talked, and then lifted a shoulder. "Might not have been, but it was worth it anyway. I'm sure you got all the pretty girls too." She gave him a wink and then placed her fork down. "I think, however, that I'm done eating, cause if I eat much more I think I'll explode."
York gave a little snort. “I don’t know why more boys don’t join theater or ballet. That’s where all the girls are. Any straight, hot-blooded male should love to be involved with those things. Girls are all over the straight guys in Choir or Cheerleading, too.” He paused. “I didn’t do cheerleading.” But, yes, he’d danced in The Nutcracker as a teenager. There were pictures. His mother would likely be bringing them out over Christmas.
“I’m done, too,” he said after his final bite. “Should we take a walk? Or do you wanna come back to my place and food coma on the couch?” Either option was just as good for him.
Laughing, Heather lifted a shoulder. "They might think it makes them less manly or something. Who knows." She hadn't been involved in any of the arts while in school, well, except for the one or two credits that she'd needed to pass. Heather enjoyed painting from time to time, but her artwork hadn't been her primary focus.
Pursing her lips in thought, Heather shifted back in her seat and let out a sound of contentment. "I think food coma sounds like the better bet." Honestly, she could go for some cuddling and sleeping at this point.