Rorie O'Bannon (roriemccool) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-08-01 20:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | garret, rorie |
Friday 7/11/08
Who: Rorie and Garret
What: Dinner and spending time together (aka sex)
Where: Boston, MA
When: Evening
Rating: NC-17
Rorie was nervous. He had tried not to panic when he only found parts of his suit before he ran around like a chicken with his head cut off. Despite Finn protesting against it, he begrudgingly helped his little brother get ready. He’d showered, shaved, pampered himself as best he could and knew how to before he was standing in front of the school as five o’clock came about. Dress shoe? Check. Crisp, ironed slacks? Check. Unwrinkled vest? Check. Black and white pinstripe shirt tucked in and buttoned up correctly? Check. Matching tie correct and tucked in to vest? Check. Black jacket clean and presentable? Check. He’d even made sure to style his hair in a way it didn’t make him look too young, but not trying so hard.
It was slicked back in a greaser style, but with more ‘umph!’ in the front. There was even a smudge of eyeliner, but not enough to really tell. It just made his eyes pop more and darken the lids. Waiting with sweaty palms he watched as the limo pulled up in front of him. Wow. If Garret was trying to impress him, he was doing a pretty damn good job about it. The driver got out and grinned with a tip of his hat. “Mr. O’Bannon correct?” He asked as he moved around to get Rorie’s door while he was busy gawking at the vehicle.
“Oh. . . Yeah,” Rorie nodded. Last second check. Cell phone, keys, wallet. Check, check, check. “Sorry,” he said with a nod in thank you for the door as he stepped in. Letting a breath out, he was lost in thoughts the whole ride. He didn’t want to seem rude to the driver, but he wasn’t very good at starting a conversation. Though he looked pretty busy with the radio listening to a sports game. A half hour’s drive and they reached Boston. Another twenty minutes and the driver stopped at a small corner restaurant. It looked busy and very much out of his league. Before he eve realized it, the driver had his door open and ready for him.
“Have a good diner Mr. O’Bannon,” the driver said cheerfully.
“Thank you. . .” Rorie said pausing with a blink as he didn’t know the man’s name even.
“George,” he said with a chuckle and a tip of his hat.
“Thank you George,” Rorie nodded before looking around for Garret as he slipped those ever sweaty hands into his pants pockets.