Tristan Dahler (emptyinside) wrote in the_obscured, @ 2014-10-16 19:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | dave wiercinski, elijah whitaker |
Being a Good Host?
Who: Elijah and Dave
When: Week 8: Friday, August 22nd
Where: the Lodge
Warnings/Rating: none expected
Summary: Not exactly an enchanted evening.
Elijah was doing his typical routine of being a congenial host at the Lodge: when he wasn't checking to make sure everything was running smoothly in the kitchen or checking the reservations book, he was wandering discreetly around both dining rooms and the lobby, speaking with those who appeared to want conversation. Sometimes he simply watched people from afar if they had caught his eye for whatever the reason. Tonight, whenever he happened to be in the upstairs dining room, the one that provided a breathtaking view of the woods below, he kept glancing at a table that contained two young men who very definitely seemed to be on a date. Good for them. Elijah welcomed all people and all orientations; it would have been hypocritical of him if he hadn't, given that he was an equal-opportunity kind of guy himself. It was a perfect night for a date in his opinion... the fact that it was rainy out only enhanced the atmosphere of the long windows overlooking the woods, and there were candles on all the tables. It just seemed that every time he passed through the upper dining room, the young men looked a bit strained. One of them was talking a lot, making gestures, sometimes raising his voice, and the other didn't especially look impressed. Of course, Elijah didn't know either of them, but he was a keen observer, and he'd been around for long enough to have spent decades observing others. Once, he caught himself staring for too long and quickly shook himself out of it, taking himself away and downstairs to the lobby. He chatted with the hostess for a few moments until she had to answer the phone, then turned to lean against the host counter, idly brushing at his sage-green shirt and straightening his tie. What to do next? Well, there was always plenty to do there, and Elijah had about made up his mind to head into the kitchen next when he noticed one of the young men from upstairs coming down the staircase. Casually, Elijah followed him with his gaze, thinking that he would make the right-hand turn that would take him to the restrooms. He didn't. Instead he glanced back almost warily at the stairs and then made a beeline for the front doors, pushing one of them open and vanishing into the rainy dark. Elijah forced himself to go into the kitchen like he'd planned and to mind his own business, but his resolve didn't last long. Within five minutes he was making his way upstairs again, unable to deny his curiosity about what could have happened. The other young man was still sitting at the table next to one of the windows, glancing around, clearly expecting his date to return at any moment. That was cold, Elijah thought, wondering what he could have done to end up being treated that way. Of course, it was also a possibility that his date was a dick. He knew he should probably stay out of it, but he allowed his feet to carry him over to the table, where he voiced a quiet, "Good evening. How is your meal?" It would be a start to a potential conversation, anyway. |