latino_menace | OOM: Dinner

He thought, for a crushing moment, that he would. But he doesn't, so Random smiles and reaches for his wine with the other hand, and only lets go when the sorbet comes.

"Christ on a Cracker. What's this?"

He pulls back too, not giving the waiter a glance and picking up the spoon.

'Sorbet. You've never had sorbet? It cleans your palette between courses so you can get the full flavour of the food, without it being mixed up with the previous course.'

It always seems pointless to him. But whatever. It's what you do in places like this, so he does it.

"Oh yeah."

He tries a bite, then another.

"Doesn't make much sense, but there you go. I thought that was supposed to be the entree."

He laughs. Tries to stifle it and that just makes him laugh harder.

'If this was the entree, I don't think I'd be coming back here again.'

Not that he will anyway. He's already decided he hates the plce.

"That's a fair point."

Their feet brush, under the table. Just for touch.

"But this isn't bad. Cold, but not bad."

'Well, it's ice cream. Only not. You know what I mean - of course it's cold.'

There's not much, it's only supposed to be a small thing to get you ready for the next course. And the wine waiter appears with a different vintage for the main course, which is lobster. Ramon couldn't care less.

No, neither could Random.

But he pours Ramon a bit more wine, and offers him a faint smile before setting into the lobster.

"Feel like going home after this? At least for a little?"

He picks up the necessary tools to crack through the shell and makes a half-hearted attempt to look interested in dinner. The suggestion is met with internal relief - but also a hint of dread because then they can talk.

'Yeah.'

But the prospect of talking is better than a roomful of people and noise when he feels like this. There's almost no way it wouldn't end in a fight. It would only take someone looking at Random in the wrong way.

"Thanks."

He sets to work on his lobster in silence, and eats as fast as he can.

Ramon eats for about five minutes, then just gives up and starts working his way through the bottle of wine instead. Right now, it seems like the better option.

"Lets just go," he says, reaching out to stop Ramon before he can lift it again.

"Really, lover."

'Yeah. OK.'

He's had enough and throws in the towel with ease. Better to just call it a night, he thinks.

The attention of the waiter is caught and the bill brought over. Ramon pays in cash, leaves a large tip and then catches Random's eye as he turns towards the door.

Coming?

He follows, closer than he should, farther away than he'd like.

Out into the street, and he immediately looks around for the limo. Or just a taxi. Anything.

The maitre'd had called their limo when Ramon was paying the bill, so it's waiting ouside for them. He gets in without hesitation and immediately loosens his tie to let it hang, so he can open his shirt collar. He just wants to be comfortable and relax be out of here.

Random climbs in after him, and once the driver sets off he draws close, resting against Ramon and sighing.

"This is hard."

'Yeah.'

It really is, and it's made worse by the way that he knows there's no way to make it any easier. All he can do is keep Random near until he decids to go.

He makes a choked sound into Ramon's shoulder, and mumbles something before pushing closer. He ends up half in his lap, but it doesn't matter. Nothing matters.

Ramon sighs quietly and puts his arms round him, drawing him fully into his lap so he can hold him properly. He glances at the screen to make sure it's up so the driver can't hear anything, then says,

'It's OK. Don't.'

"It's not."

It just isn't. Obviously. Ramon just about made him cry in a public restaurant and he isn't even angry, just afraid right now.

"It's just not."

'...alright. So it's not.'

He's at a loss, but doesn't let go.

'Tell me what I'm supposed to do then.'

"Hold me as tight as fucking possible, take me home and kiss me until I can't breathe and put up with me while I cry during sex."

It's just that kind of night.

"Please?"

It draws a smile, at least. And Ramon does tighten his grip around him, pulling him as close as he can.

'We don't have to have sex. Not if it's going to make you cry. I don't want this to get any worse.'

But if he wants it, he'll get it anyway. Ramon will never deny him that. And anyway, it doesn't seem possible that it could get any worse.

He's trying not to think of when he actually leaves, of course.

"No. I want you as close to me as possible."

He leans his head on Ramon's shoulder.

"I want you. I want you against me. I'm going to cry anyways. I'm just really, really tired."

And Ramon leans his head against Random's and closes his eyes, shutting out everything but the solidity of him and the quiet hum of the car.

'Alright then.'

He doesn't want him to cry. But this is happening and it's all inevitable, so why not that too?

His hand slides inside Random's jacket so it can curl round his side, feeling him warm underneath his shirt.

'I love you.'

"I love you too."

He breathes deeply, trying to steady himself.

"So much. Spent the whole night wanting to curl up in your arms. Sorry we argued. Sorry I got mean. Sorry I couldn't make it better."

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