(I wrote this in all of ten seconds, I have neither excuse nor explanation)
Bitty/Parse (Kitty) - 1k
Kent’s been to this restaurant a few times. He comes by
whenever he’s playing the Bruins because it’s close enough to the Garden to be
convenient and far enough that no one’s going to harass him. Besides they make
a grilled halibut and roast vegetables dish that melts in your mouth and fits
his diet plan, so he’s a thousand percent in favour of that. The best part
about the restaurant though, is the pie. Kent figures, really, he’s only in
Boston once a year, he can afford to eat a slice of pie while he’s there.
It’s a small restaurant, the bottom floor of a larger store,
and Kent finds a seat far away from the windows. In Vegas, he almost never goes
out. Just when the PR people make him so that he seems more “human” or
something. Kent understands that this is code for seeming less like Jack
Zimmermann. But that was always Kent’s strongest quality – he can pretend to be
a normal human while Jack just kind of…can’t.
Kent sits down at the table with his menu and gives it a
cursory once over even though he knows what he’s getting. He looks at the
specials board and sees that the pies for the day are peach, plum, and pecan. He
mentally debates as a waiter comes to take his order, and then orders his halibut
The waiter disappears and Kent sees that someone else has
been seated in the booth adjacent to his. It had been a family of three, but
now it’s one guy. He looks tired, his soft honey blond hair is dishevelled, and
he’s staring at his phone. Every so often he looks up, looks around at the
restaurant, and then back at his phone. Kent watches this happen for a while
before he concludes it must be a blind date gone wrong. Maybe it’s worse than
that. Maybe it’s an established date gone wrong. Either way, there’s no sense
in two cute blond boys sitting alone at their own tables eating dinner, so Kent
stands up and slides into the seat across from the other man.
As soon as Kent’s ass is on the bench, he regrets it. The man
looks up at him with stunning chocolate brown eyes and tips his head sideways
not unlike a confused puppy. There’s a smattering of freckles across his nose
and Kent regrets every life choice because he’s fucked.