thekidfrombrooklyn | (no subject)

"Hate to break it to you, honey, but it's the food this time."

"Awww," Orpheus says, laughing. "I guess I'll survive the disappointment."

[ooc: Bedtime.]

"I can't wait for you to feed me barbecued shrimp."

[ooc: Good night!]

"You can't eat it on your own?"

"Why, sure I can, but what's the fun in that?" He grins at Orpheus and slings an arm around his shoulders.

Orpheus laughs and leans into him a little. "Hopeless. That's what you are."

"Yep," Steve agrees cheerfully, and includes the host in his smile as he asks for a table for two.

Orpheus flashes the host a quick grin himself, leaning easily against Steve while they wait for a table.

They're shown to one under the shade of some palm trees, far enough away from the fire pits that they shouldn't get too much smoke.

Steve chooses to sit on the side that looks out over the ocean.

Orpheus takes a seat across from him, smiling.

"You look good here," he says, once their host has left them.

"On the beach?" He runs a hand through his hair. "Thanks. So do you, but I bet you knew that."

"Yeah," Orpheus says, leaning back in his chair a little. "In the sunshine. It suits you."

"Not bad for a city boy, I suppose."

Their waiter comes with the beer list (like a wine list, but it's beer), and Steve surprises no one by ordering half the menu.

No one but their waiter. Orpheus just looks amused by the whole thing and picks one at random.

"And plenty of the bread," Steve finishes. "I like the bread. All those herbs."

The waiter is a bit dazed as he leaves, quite probably muttering, "Americans," to himself.

Orpheus, at least, does not sound American, but he's willing to take that blame.

"Anything else you like, lovely?"

"Lobster, corn on the cob, Australian beer, prawns the size of my hand." He grins at Orpheus again.

Orpheus laughs. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Were you expecting another kind of answer?" He caresses Orpheus's hand.

"No, not really," Orpheus says with a smirk.

"I like you in the sunshine," Steve says softly. "And in the dark. I like you in your best suit and when you've just stepped out of the shower. I like it when you're humming music like nothing I've ever heard and when you're shouting my name.

"I like you a lot, sweetheart."

Orpheus smiles, reaching across the table for his hand. "I like you a lot too, lovely."

Steve smiles back, holding his hand, and only lets it go when their waiter returns with their beer.

Orpheus gives his hand a squeeze before pulling his hand away.

Steve watches him as he sips his beer.