Re: The Man Who Knew Too Much: Atticus M/Steve M
Atticus chuckled that low, rumbling chuckle of his. The sound was almost too slow and lazy to be called a laugh, and it came with a slight lift of lips. "Never did like wine. Think anyone really does? Think they're all pretending, or it's an acquired taste that's more forced than acquired. Beer and dine me?" He looked entertained. Knew perfectly well that most people would say wine tasted better than beer. "Would invite you back to my place, but it's on the crowded side these days." Hazel twinkled. Was teasing, since Steve was one of those people crowding up the Carriage House. "Could always slum it. Get a room at the motel and buy a six-pack."
Which, of course, he said as they went inside and made it to the counter under the careful watch of the octogenarians. "Might give Mabel a heart attack," Atticus said after that wet kiss to the cheek. Mabel was, in fact, tittering amidst her friends. A fact which Atticus forgot about when Steve's mouth moved so close to ear. But then they disentangled, and Atticus grinned at the shock and censure of walking around in sweatpants. "Go easy on the kid. You in sweatpants is a pretty impressive sight." Grin.
Liked how Steve leaned back into the touch at the small of his back. Pressed his own fingers forward a bit more, adding to the pressure. "Sno-Caps. Remember scraping all the white off." The memory was one conjured up by the smells of this place, and Atticus shook his head to dislodge it, and then he grabbed the popcorn and left Steve to manage the soda and chocolate.
Inside, the theater was relatively crowded, and Atticus looked around at all the haunts gathered for the movie. Figured. Wasn't surprised, especially when the original owner of this place was standing up near the screen and holding court. "Interesting night at the movies," he said, and he looked back at Steve. Wasn't worried. None of these haunts were threatening, and he thought it was the kind of scene that the paranormal fans that were always renting rooms at the B&B would love. "We planning on necking? Should sit in the back if we are," he said, deliberately using old terminology and then picking a seat in the back row without waiting for Steve to answer. Decision made.