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“I don’t know why I’d thought of that just then,” Syx chuckled self-consciously, why did he have to blurt out odd things like that? He shrugged a shoulder, “I don’t really do small talk? It’s never been something I’ve ever needed to do. I really don’t know what to talk about. I don’t even know what goes on at those events but Wayne always looked sickening in a tux,” his eyelids hooded as he looked over Harrison, “I’m sure you do as well. Somehow I don’t you’d squirm they way I’d envisioned it. We’d definitely steal the whole show, though.”  

Selecting one of the layered jellies, Syx poked it with a folk, “So what is this? It looks interesting.” 

“I’ve never been one for small talk myself,” Harrison confesses, reaching for the glass with the round orange ball.  “I’m proficient at it by necessity, but I don’t enjoy it.  Trust me, I’d much rather talk about big things, complicated things, hell, even silly little things.  That’s why I invited you.”  

He flashes Syx a bright earnest smile, then hits the orange ball with the tiny hammer.  The ice ball shatters, releasing a pleasant orange aroma as the liquor fills the glass.  Harrison raises it with a wink.  “Cocktails my good man.  Bottoms up,” he says playfully before taking a sip.  

Syx’s eyebrows rose, “Really? So this is like a Jello-Shot?” cutting a bit off the jelly, he popped it in his mouth, humming at the taste, “That is not a Jello-Shot.”

Blinking at the uniqueness of the experience, he took another bite, “This is all alcohol?” 

Tapping his fork idly as he thought, his lips suddenly curled into a grin as he alighted on a topic that might prove some fun, “So tell me, my flirtatious Harrison, what’s the most audacious thing you’ve done in public? And I don’t mean those group orgies things. I mean, in a nice normal setting like this.”

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Biting his lower lips, Syx’s eyes wandered over the now exposed blue skin peeking around the mesh shirt, “Oh, you far outshine the de-core,” his lips curled up as he chuckled, “Actually it’s a new feeling to have someone else out present me for an engagement of any sort.”

His villainous costumes had always been wonderful thanks to Minion. Sitting next to Harrison he almost felt under-dressed. Though he’d never dare show so much skin himself, though… He stood slightly and pulled off his leather jacket, setting it aside. His arms where exposed… But right now, that was just for the man across from him. As he sat back into the chair, his fingers rubbed over the edges of the hidden corset. Its presence and the extra layer of fabric reassured him.

Leaning back in his chair, Syx rearranged his face into a grin, trying hard to relax. So much of this strange relationship had been built of his being the dom and his nerves were making him feel like a failure in that. God he hoped Harrison didn’t fault him for that especially after all the bravado in the car. Not really knowing what to do with himself in situations like this, he steepled his fingers together before him, and blurted out, “I’d always planned on crashing one of annual fancy dinner fundraiser things the Scott’s host every year. Phantom of the Opera style.”

Harrison chuckled, his grin widening as Syx took off his jacket, exposing those beautiful blue arms of his.  “Presentation is key.  It takes work to look this good,” he drawled flirtatiously.  “And its always nice to have my work appreciated.”   

At that moment the waiter arrived with a quartet of small glasses on a small wooden tray.  There were bright bits of fruit suspended in liquid, cut squares of layered jellies, and a martini glass smoking with dry ice.  There was also a small orange ball in a glass which was presented with a tiny hammer.  The waiter silently set them on the table then left quickly so as to not interrupt their conversation.  

“As someone who has attended more black tie fundraisers over the years than I care to count, I believe every single one of them could have been vastly improved by the presentation of a supervillain,” he quipped before gesturing to the cocktails.  “Though you’re not crashing now.  Pick whatever you’d like.”

“I don’t know why I’d thought of that just then,” Syx chuckled self-consciously, why did he have to blurt out odd things like that? He shrugged a shoulder, “I don’t really do small talk? It’s never been something I’ve ever needed to do. I really don’t know what to talk about. I don’t even know what goes on at those events but Wayne always looked sickening in a tux,” his eyelids hooded as he looked over Harrison, “I’m sure you do as well. Somehow I don’t you’d squirm they way I’d envisioned it. We’d definitely steal the whole show, though.”  

Selecting one of the layered jellies, Syx poked it with a folk, “So what is this? It looks interesting.” 

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Though his confusion only grew as the exchange continued, Syx stayed quiet. Once the waiter had left, he blurted out, “Wait… there’s a different wine for each course? Since when?”

He frowned, feeling rather lost, he’d thought his time at his Uncle’s Italian restaurant had given him a good handle on fancy eating, now he was questioning everything. His eyes wandered to the overly fancy way of serving the water and the glasses, very thankful that they were out of view of the other patrons. At least Harrison would be the only one to see him inevitably mess this up. Ugh. The person who was so very good at this.

His hand came up to his mouth, his teeth biting into his finger as he tried to think over everything he’d ever learned from Wayne… which wasn’t much. At all. Fuck.

“What? Oh no,” Syx shook his head, “Well I mean… maybe the living areas could use an update? Minion has been talking about making a more permanent expansion. Normally I wouldn’t bother, but with the game not being what it was, I doubt I’ll have to move the Lair anytime soon… oh. You were just teasing, weren’t you?” he blushed, “I do like the Lair how it is… but this is nice too.”

Harrison let out an amused little laugh as he poured himself a glass of sparkling water.  

“Creative chefs do like to pair different courses with wine or cocktails, but please don’t worry so much.  I want to make sure you get to experience this whole evening in all it’s glory.  Try the food, try the drinks.  Tell me what you like and don’t like.  I’m here with you, that’s all that matters,” Harrison said, his bright green eyes soft and earnest as he looked into Syx’s own.  

“Though….. you’re adorable when you blush so feel free to do that again,” he added with a flirtatious waggle of his eyebrows before taking a sip of his beverage.  

Slumping back in his chair, Syx wrapped his hands around his glass just to give them something to do. The comment about his blush, just made it get pinker, “So I’ve been told.”

“Hehehe,” he straightened and tried to shift his internal focus, “I bet Minion would love to see the kitchen of a place like this and talk to the chefs,” he laughed, “I’m not sure I could handle it if he started assigning drinks to every meal, though…” his expression fell, even though this universe was more accepting of blue skin, Syx doubted Minion would be as welcome.

Picking a bottle at random, he poured some into his glass and ended up with the plain water, “So… are all the restaurants you eat at like this?” he waved a hand about. Leaning on an elbow, he raised an eyebrow trying to settle his nerves and get his flirt back, “Or are you just trying to impress me?”

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Within the shadow of the car, Syx bit his lower lip as he looked out to the door of the restaurant. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and took Harrison’s hand. He found himself trusting this blue man more than people he’d know for years. It should be scary, but all that blue skin just made his heart fill with warmth.

As he slid out of the car, he kept his chin up with a confident smile, “And you my cap-tive,” he drew out the word, “…audience.”

With a devilish grin he tried to ignore all the people around them, to focus just on Harrison the way he did Roxanne or Wayne during the game. He could feel the eye dancing over his back, but as long as there weren’t any unexpected noises or touches it wasn’t so bad. 

“Alright!,” he bounced his eyebrows, “Let’s see these scientifically delectable cone-coctions,” as he started to the door he found he was still holding Harrison’s hand. A sudden bout of worry, the eyes on them, he nearly let his date’s fingers slip out of his suddenly slack fingers. Sucking in a breath, he closed his fingers around Harrison’s again. 

Harrison gave Syx’s hand a tight squeeze before lacing their fingers together.  Oh it was certainly cold enough that gloves would have been practical for himself as well, but he wanted this.  He wanted to be able to feel blue fingers and send the little burst of reassurance along them.  He’d known Syx would be nervous, hell, he was a little nervous.  So he raised their clasped hands to his lips, placing a brief kiss on the back of his lover’s hand.  It’s okay, he silently thought as he smiled patiently at the other blue man.  

Then he was opening the door to the restaurant, a blessed wave of heat greeting them as they walked in.  

“Ahhh, Mister Drake-Scott,” the maître d’ said with a gracious nod.  “So glad you and your… companion will be joining us tonight.  If you follow me, I have a private table arranged for you on the upper level.”  He gestured for the pair to follow him up a staircase to a private table arranged on a balcony which gave a dramatic birds-eye view of the rest of the restaurant.  Meanwhile wooden screens would keep all but the most dedicated of staring eyes at bay.  

Syx relaxed a bit at the kiss to his fingers, but his back was too straight as he silently followed Harrison’s lead. Schooling his face, he gave off the best ‘don’t question me’ vibe he could manage given the situation and his own nerves. Companion. Don’t read into the tone of voice. The man means nothing, don’t question it. All the humans are just background. If he reminded himself enough, maybe it’d be true.

The scenery did wonders to distract him, though, as the walked through. He’d rarely ever been anywhere nearly so fancy and even when he had been to a nice place, it was nearly always in the back and mostly hidden. Never had he been a proper guest or treated with anything resembling respect from the norms. His eyes wide with wonder, he rubbernecked as the walked, ogling everything.

Once they were seated, he awed, “Okay… I think I can see the appeal to all the wood now and excessive lighting now.”

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“Oh ho ho,” Syx chuckled, “Are you challenging the devilishly handsome Megamind?” he waggled his brows in return and cupping Harrison’s cheeks he leaned in until his breath ghosted over the other’s lips, “Accepted.”

Kissing the other softly, he let his lips linger and his tongue slid against Harrison’s lips before pulling back, “Starting now.”

The change in motion of the car made him look around as his body shifted. He peered out the window in curiosity.

“Ooooh you’re evil,” Harrison pouts as Syx takes his delightful tongue away.  But he can’t stay mad for long, seeing as they’ve arrived at their destination.  As Syx shifts from pinning him against the seat, they hear his chauffeur get out and walk around to open the door.  The restaurant is located in a brightly lit part of uptown and there are a few pedestrians in the sharp winter air with coats bundled against the cold, but otherwise its just a brightly lit sign and a wooden door.  

Harrison reaches out and gives Syx’s hand a reassuring squeeze right before the door opens.  Harrison crawls out without hesitation, then turns back for Syx.  “Delicious delights await,” he teases, extending his hand towards his date with a dazzling, confident smile.  “My overlord.”

Within the shadow of the car, Syx bit his lower lip as he looked out to the door of the restaurant. Taking a deep breath, he reached out and took Harrison’s hand. He found himself trusting this blue man more than people he’d know for years. It should be scary, but all that blue skin just made his heart fill with warmth.

As he slid out of the car, he kept his chin up with a confident smile, “And you my cap-tive,” he drew out the word, “…audience.”

With a devilish grin he tried to ignore all the people around them, to focus just on Harrison the way he did Roxanne or Wayne during the game. He could feel the eye dancing over his back, but as long as there weren’t any unexpected noises or touches it wasn’t so bad. 

“Alright!,” he bounced his eyebrows, “Let’s see these scientifically delectable cone-coctions,” as he started to the door he found he was still holding Harrison’s hand. A sudden bout of worry, the eyes on them, he nearly let his date’s fingers slip out of his suddenly slack fingers. Sucking in a breath, he closed his fingers around Harrison’s again.