Tenderness (Josh)
Feb 3, 2013 20:15:07 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Sean Neville on Feb 3, 2013 20:15:07 GMT -5
((OOC: This thread occurs on Friday, February 15, 2013.))
Valentine’s Day had never held great personal significance to Sean. He primarily celebrated it with his romantic partners because it was culturally expected and because the occasion typically held some significance to those partners. The telepath did always enjoy making his partners happy, particularly when that partner was Josh.
Not that the attorney typically assigned great significance to the holiday either. Two years ago, they hadn’t been on speaking terms due to the botched intervention, and Josh hadn’t even noticed the day when it came and went. Last year had been an unmitigated disaster, since Josh had agreed to help Sean chaperone the Valentine’s Day dance at Hammel, and the telepath had happened upon Vincent Verax and Brendan James making out in the hallway. That had resulted in a headache and no fun that night at the Neville-Bernstein home, and then Brendan’s resignation from Hammel the next day.
Perhaps that was why Josh had wanted to do something more significant this year. Sean had immediately agreed, although doing anything on Valentine’s Day proper proved difficult, since it fell on a Thursday. As such, they had decided to take a weekend to themselves, the weekend immediately after Valentine’s Day. To that end, Sean had kept his afternoon light so that he could leave early, and Josh had done the same. The telepath had taken their bags with him to Hammel that morning, and he picked up Josh at his office before hitting the highway.
A few hours later, they were in Boston and had checked into their bed and breakfast and had decided to get supper, since lunch had been hours ago and quite light. A stroll through downtown Boston had brought them to Fire and Ice, a Mongolian buffet that boasted varied choices for food and a large drink menu. The restaurant had been a little crowded but nothing unmanageable when they first arrived.
Within fifteen minutes of being seated, the wait was over an hour.
The music was modern and left something to be desired, but otherwise the atmosphere was quite nice. The booth was comfortable, and the fire bowl they had decided to split had quite the kick to it.
It was already far better than last year.
“Boston was a good choice,” Sean remarked to his partner, before taking another sip of their punch.
Valentine’s Day had never held great personal significance to Sean. He primarily celebrated it with his romantic partners because it was culturally expected and because the occasion typically held some significance to those partners. The telepath did always enjoy making his partners happy, particularly when that partner was Josh.
Not that the attorney typically assigned great significance to the holiday either. Two years ago, they hadn’t been on speaking terms due to the botched intervention, and Josh hadn’t even noticed the day when it came and went. Last year had been an unmitigated disaster, since Josh had agreed to help Sean chaperone the Valentine’s Day dance at Hammel, and the telepath had happened upon Vincent Verax and Brendan James making out in the hallway. That had resulted in a headache and no fun that night at the Neville-Bernstein home, and then Brendan’s resignation from Hammel the next day.
Perhaps that was why Josh had wanted to do something more significant this year. Sean had immediately agreed, although doing anything on Valentine’s Day proper proved difficult, since it fell on a Thursday. As such, they had decided to take a weekend to themselves, the weekend immediately after Valentine’s Day. To that end, Sean had kept his afternoon light so that he could leave early, and Josh had done the same. The telepath had taken their bags with him to Hammel that morning, and he picked up Josh at his office before hitting the highway.
A few hours later, they were in Boston and had checked into their bed and breakfast and had decided to get supper, since lunch had been hours ago and quite light. A stroll through downtown Boston had brought them to Fire and Ice, a Mongolian buffet that boasted varied choices for food and a large drink menu. The restaurant had been a little crowded but nothing unmanageable when they first arrived.
Within fifteen minutes of being seated, the wait was over an hour.
The music was modern and left something to be desired, but otherwise the atmosphere was quite nice. The booth was comfortable, and the fire bowl they had decided to split had quite the kick to it.
It was already far better than last year.
“Boston was a good choice,” Sean remarked to his partner, before taking another sip of their punch.
