It was a reasonable amount of time before food arrived, and more booze, and a less-than-reasonable amount of time before Rudy let himself get buzzed. And the steak here was delicious. It made him giddy and satisfied and greedy-feeling so that when he was halfway through he had to stop to consider if it was wise to continue.
Fingers busy feeding small portions of tender meat to his rodent, his eyes wandered to Ed, decidedly not watching him eat (as he'd been accused of it so many times). But he wasn't above appreciating the movement of his friend's throat over the splendid wine, or his fingers around the rim of the large glass. He wasn't above it. And he wasn't going to justify it.
He tried to think about accomplishments, but that fine ass and sultry smile across the room was an unlikely distraction, and with an anxious, roguish grin he excused himself from the table to 'use the loo'.
The waitress hadn't been offended by the hand on her thigh or the whisper against her ear, and soon he had her behind a rack of coats in the walk in closet, regarding the curve of one breast with inquisitive fingertips. Her lips were hard and wet, her eyebrows drawn, her skin dark, her muscles well-toned and defined, and for one terrifying second Rudy wondered if he'd been drawn to her because she possessed some of the hard, rough angles a man might have.
The quick make-out session has left him a little helpless and out of breath, because she'd started to use her domineering charm and her hard angles. Rudy, grinning like an idiot, asked for her number as he thumbed her nipple and grazed her neck and in five minutes he was back at the table, poking some more at his supper and finally managing to consume the rest, eyes bright and distracted as he downed the rest of his glass. He strained to remove all comparisons to Ed from his mind. They hadn't looked at all alike; Ed and the girl. For obvious reasons. But Rudy'd been attracted in the same way, and it left butterflies in his stomach.
When he finally turned his eyes to Ed, his cheeks were red from consumption and excitement. "I want to run really fast, and then take off all my clothes and jump in a lake." Syrup turned to face him from the rat's perch beside the empty plate, and terrified, he slowly shook his head no.
"Or try something I've never tried." Syrup was crushing his face in his small paws, frustrated as he generally was by his human's weakness for... retardation.