First Date (Andy/Gavin)

[Andy Moreau]

Andy was so nervous that it felt like rabid butterflies were trying to burst from his stomach, and he was so excited that it felt like... well, the rabid butterflies thing still worked, only with less need to puke and more need to bounce on his toes. So he bounced a little on his toes while he waited for Gavin. It wasn't late, wasn't even time yet, according to the clock over the bar, but Andy hadn't wanted to take any chances that he'd miss his date.

He'd started getting dressed early, showering and shaving whether he needed it or not, paying extra attention to his hair, and adjusting his clothes to perfection. It didn't matier if Gavin wouldn't see his underwear, they were awesome, as were his slightly blinged-up jeans. He'd topped them with a soft cream-colored sweater, and if he wore a certain soft undershirt beneath it, who would know? Well, maybe someone, but he wasn't supposed to think about that, was he?

[Gavin Kent]

Gavin was nervous, as well. He'd thought at first that it wouldn't be a big deal. Nerves were normal, excitement was normal. The two showed themselves regularly before games and competitions. This time, however, the feelings were distinctly different. He didn't know the way the game was played and hadn't been able to study videos of his competition to know its methods.

He smoothed down the front of his polo and took a deep breath before entering the building. Finding Andy was easy, and in moments he was beside his date. "Hi," he said, smiling. "I'd hoped I would be here before you, I feel like I'm late." Was he supposed to do that kiss on each cheek thing? Or a hug? Or maybe put his hand at Andy's back to lead him to a conveniently secluded table?

[Andy Moreau]

Andy's lips curved, and maybe his cheeks pinkened, at the sight of Gavin. He looked so grown up, like some kind of model. Some kind of model with broad shoulders and incredible arms. Oh. Mygod. And Gavin was smiling.

"Hi," Andy said a little breathlessly. Should he offer his hand, or would that look like he was asking for another kiss? "You look really good. I mean... you're not late, you're still like a few minutes early." He pinkened just a bit more as he looked toward the clock, but he was too flustered to read the time.

[Gavin Kent]

Gavin smiled again, his eyes once more drawn to that blush. How would he ever manage to keep eye contact with Andy when the guy kept blushing all the time? His eyes didn't stop at those pink cheeks, however, and instead travelled down, where the sight made his lips part slightly. Maybe part of it was just that he wasn't used to seeing guys dressed in a feminine style, but he really liked Andy's sense of style. "You look wonderful, too," he said when he looked back up to find Andy's eyes. "I look boring and normal; you look interesting and unique."

[Andy Moreau]

Andy's heart soared at the compliment and he silently thanked Jory for having such incredible advice. Maybe he could do this. Maybe Gavin could really like him, even if he was weird.

"You totally don't look boring, Gavin," he promised. And look! He'd even managed to use his name in conversation! That brought back his smile all over again. "There's nothing wrong with being all... classic." Gavin was hot and Andy's eyes showed their appreciation, despite his best efforts not to gawk.

[Gavin Kent]

Gavin certainly felt like he looked boring, but the look in Andy's eyes heated his blood all the same. He cleared his throat and smoothed the front of his shirt again. "I suppose we should find a table, hopefully not one in the middle of the room." The place was louder than expected, and he would prefer to find somewhere along a wall or in a corner. He forced himself to look away from Andy to glance around the room.

[Andy Moreau]

Andy took the opportunity for a quick look-up, and was trying to hold back a grin by the time Gavin got around to looking at him again. He probably shouldn't have done that, but Gavin was so hot. The guy didn't need glitter or fur because they'd just distract from the amazing.

"Um, there's a booth over there," he said, gesturing. He'd gotten well-acquainted with the scenery earlier. Would it be too much to put his hand on Gavin's arm? Too obvious? He did it anyway, and got a major thrill from it.

[Gavin Kent]

Tingles spread from that touch, and it took Gavin just a moment before he was able to respond. "Then let's take it," he said, offering his elbow to Andy before heading over to the table. It had no chairs, which removed his worry of whether or not he was supposed to pull out a seat for his date, though he immediately switched his plans from pull out chair to wait until Andy's seated.

[Andy Moreau]

Andy waited a second too long, distracted by the feel of Gavin's arm beneath his hand. Then he realized that Gavin was waiting for him to sit, and scrambled to slide in. Was he supposed to slide far enough for Gavin to sit next to him? Would he even be able to handle that? He suddenly hoped Gavin would sit across from him so he'd be less distracted, but changed his mind several times in rapid succession.

[Gavin Kent]

Gavin did sit across from Andy. It was more convenient, they wouldn't end up with sore necks, and he could feast his eyes on Andy as much as he pleased. A waitress immediately approached, and he ordered a drink, but he was much more interested in watching Andy. "So, I've never been on a date before, am I supposed to ask your favorite color or something?"

[Andy Moreau]

Andy gave a little partly-nervous laugh. "Um, I don't know, but you could probably guess." He touched the pink stripe in his hair. "What's yours?" They had to start somewhere, and favorites were as good as anything else. "Or do you even have a favorite color? A lot of guys say they don't." He figured they were either lying or embarrassed. Color was everywhere, how could someone not even care about one or another?

[Gavin Kent]

Gavin thought for just a moment, but almost before his mind came to a decision his mouth spouted blue. It was the color of water rippling beneath his boat and the color of a clear sky above a cricket game. Where so many listed green as the color of life, Gavin would argue for blue. "I think the next question is favorite food." This stereotypical conversation was easy, and maybe it would let him focus on something other than Andy's blush and unique dress. "Or maybe it's your turn to ask a question."

[Andy Moreau]

Andy lay his arms against the table, then leaned forward over them. "My favorite food is curry," he said. "If you don't like curry, we can't be friends." The gleam in his eyes said that last was a tease. "So now you have to tell me your favorite food and..." He paused a moment to think. "Do you ever sing to yourself?" His smile broadened at the question.

[Gavin Kent]

"Roast and Yorkshire pudding, with my gran's gravy, of course," Gavin said. He shifted forward in his seat to mimic Andy's posture. "Don't tell my mates, but yes, sometimes. Maybe in the shower." After a brief glance around the room to ensure the waitress was still far away with drinks, he lowered his voice and smiled. "Our secret, yeah?" he asked, lightly touching Andy's hand.

[Andy Moreau]

Andy's grin brightened his entire face, and for once he didn't actually feel the blush that stained his cheeks. "Yeah," he said breathlessly. "Our secret." Gavin was flirting with him, wasn't he? Or maybe he was just being playful... or maybe that was what flirting was, just being playful. "I sing in my room sometimes. With a hairbrush microphone and everything. Well, I did at home, it'd be kind of weird in the dorm." His wand might make a good mike, but only if he could stop blowing things up without meaning to.