I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Mathis.)

[Mathis Reeves]

Smoke filled blue eyes widened instantly at Cameron's words and Mathis proceeded to look remarkably like a fish as he tried to find his next words. "Who... Since when was it a date?" he squawked. A very manly squawk, he might add, because everything he did was manly. Manly blushing, manly squirming. He was not at all like a girl. He frantically tried to will away the desire to run far, far away and offered the other a rather nervous smile. "Right... You make breakfast, I kick your ass 'n lunch. Got it."

Mathis would have loved to pitch a fit about the pizza in front of them but, considering he hadn't paid, and it was food- he decided otherwise. With a quiet hum of appreciation he snagged one of the grease logged slices and bit into it happily. He was able to relax more, having once again pulled himself into the mental frame of 'no one is flirting or looking or there is no kissing!'. His eyes flicked back to the disco ball summoner's face and he grinned some. "Generous, ain'tcha? I give it a... This probably ain't even food." he amended, his grin growing as he ate it anyway. "Hmmm... Depends on the weather.. You got any food you ain't gunna eat?" he questioned, cocking his head to the side with a small confused look to his now empty hand. Sometime in the span of the last few second his pizza slice had disappeared (into his stomach) and now his hand was empty. Mathis huffed some before reaching out to rip off another slice, having no qualms about eating a whole lot of food in front of people. Not like it was a date and he had to act 'proper'... Like a real lady.

((Heh... Sorry it is short... I LOVE YOU ))

[Cameron Osiris]

Cam only thought Mathis’ reaction was adorable, but he wasn’t going to push his luck. What was with people and calling a date what it was? “Fine, it can just be me and you hanging out then, I don’t care what you call it.” But it sure as hell sounded like a date to him. His smile only broadened. “I’ll be the judge of that. Fair and square.” It would be hard to top his Eggs Benedict with caramelized bacon on top. Yeah, it was going to be delish.

Cam wasn’t sure how to react to the word generous. “I do what I can,” he said humbly, since he wasn’t trying to put on a show at the moment. Giving his own slice a closer look, Cam shrugged. “I didn’t exactly expect anything else from this place,” he said, “people don’t come here for the food, they come here to dance.” But if he was going to be burning calories, he had to replace them somehow.

Preferring people who just were themselves, Cam didn’t care if Mathis ate the whole damn pie. He shook his head. “Nah, I’m not picky.” He couldn’t be, not with the way his dad had cooked for more than half of his young life. It was why he had taught himself to begin with – there was only so much foul food one could eat.

Cam didn’t think about asking what Mathis might want for breakfast, he was just that confident in himself. “So you wanna talk some more or ya ready to dance again?” He asked, a sly grin on his face.

[Mathis Reeves]

Mathis didn't think he'd be able to handle hanging out with someone if they insisted on calling it a date- male or female. To call it a date would imply things that Mathis was dang sure he wasn't going to be doing any time soon. The things that dates involved were, for a lack of a better word, gross. It looked awkward, and sounded terrible, and Mathis didn't understand exactly what the purpose of dating was. Sure, he found certain people attractive but he couldn't really see himself doing anything with them.

Shrugging softly, Mathis decided to kind of disregard Cameron's comments on the food- for the most part. "Not coming for the food ain't an excuse to serve... this." he said, enunciating his words by waggling the slice of pizza he'd just fetched from the plate. "But I di.. Ah whatever. I ain't gunna say anymore of on the pizza. Just gunna eat it now." he mumbled, taking a bite of the greasy slice with more enthusiasm than someone who just claimed it wasn't food should have.

As he chewed he paused some, mulling over Cam's choice of 'not picky'. When people said that they tended to leave out the fact they hated some weird thing... Like tomatoes. Mathis cocked his head to the side, trying to debate if Cam seemed like one of those people (he didn't) without seeming too creepy for staring. After a few moments to swallow the most recent bite of pizza, Mathis grinned at him in his usual cheek killing fashion. "How about favorite foods then? 'Else I'm just gunna make a bit of everything 'till you explode." he joked, finishing up his slice with a gesture of wiping the crumbs from his hands.

Mathis perked up at the light manipulator's next words but he gave the pizza a forlorn look as he debated. "Ain't someone going to take the pizza if we don't finish it though?" he asked, glancing up at the other with a polite smile. After all it had been the other boy who had spent his money to get it and really, Mathis had no problem finishing it by himself in a short span of time before they went back out to dancing. Maybe if he ate it all he'd even be able to demonstrate some graceful moves or something when they got back out to the dancefloor! "If not then lets go dance!"

And so... They proceeded to dance the night away. Until they were kicked out.

/fin