Apologies for the absence here recently. Family illness and Covid quietly smuggled me away, but I’m back now!
I have asked my friends to set me a fun little challenge to get me back into the swing of things and it goes a little something like this: Throw a scenario at me for my characters to find themselves in, and I’ll write it!
Aaand, the first one is, you guessed it, a trip to the Cinema!
Evan and Christian go to the cinema
“Why are we even here?” Christian muttered as he tried to glare an entire gang of teenagers out of Evan’s pa
“Why are we even here?” Christian muttered as he tried to glare an entire gang of teenagers out of Evan’s path. His boyfriend had obviously smelt the popcorn and was now determinedly heading for the source of the buttery goodness.
“Because, Christian,” Evan said, sweeping his stick in front of him and taking account of the changing soundscape as they approached the counter. He knew they were close but he could also make out the chatter of a group of, he guessed, judging by the not so subtle comments they were making about his cane, teenagers to their right, and a harassed sounding mother with two, no, he corrected, three children, to his left. “I wanted to spend the night somewhere that wasn’t the apartment and Love Bites happens to come with audio-description enabled. Which means, darling, that you don’t have to describe what I’m supposed to be seeing. Won’t that be nice?”
“Yeah, but,” Christian grumbled. “I don’t see why we have to pay three times the price for stale-” Evan elbowed him in the ribs. “I’m just saying- Ouch!”
“Sorry, was that your foot?” Evan said innocently and reached out to feel the counter in front of him. “I’ll take a large popcorn and-”
“Diet coke,” Christian interrupted, imagining Carla’s face if he allowed Evan that amount of sugar. “And make the popcorn buttered.”
“Excuse me? Who’s paying for all this?” Evan said, thickening his British accent to truly obnoxious levels.
“You and Carla will skin us both alive if I allow you to go back caffeinated and sugared up the wazoo,” Christian pointed out. The server hadn’t moved. “Now stop scaring the staff and accept your lot. At least you can eat. I’m on a diet,” he added, seeing the young man behind the desk frown in confusion.
“The things we do for beauty and love,” Evan opined. “Fine, but make the diet coke a medium. I want to enjoy the film.”
“I don’t see why- This can’t be- How are you even comfortable?” Christian muttered, straining his neck as he looked up at the far too close screen.
“Well,” Evan whispered, sliding his headset into place. “Some of us don’t have to worry about straining our eyes and these are the only seats with audio-jacks built-in. Stop complaining. I’m taking you on a date, aren’t I? This is what normal couples do, isn’t it?”
“We are so far from a normal couple,” Christian began but shut his mouth when the screen lit up. “This is not over!” he hissed but flushed when Evan reached out and took his hand.
“That was…” Christian said, blinking in the light of the evening sun.
“Fantastic,” Evan replied.
“Cheesy as hell,” Christian corrected.
“I know. It was brilliant!” Evan agreed. “And the popcorn was delicious. I wonder if we can get Carla to find out what kind of-”
Christian kissed him. It was the only way that he could think of to shut him up. His lips were soft from the butter and as he licked into his mouth, he could taste the sweetness of the chocolate that Evan had apparently smuggled in under his jacket. “You’re really bad at dates, you know that, right?” he whispered.
“Umm,” Evan agreed. “It’s going horribly. This wasn’t at all how I imagined it ending.”
“Smug, stuck up-”
It was Evan’s turn to kiss Christian this time and he allowed his hands to wander up the back of his neck and stroke at the short, soft hair he found there. “Happy anniversary,” he said and smiled when Christian let out an appreciative hum. “I booked us a hotel.”
“Does it have a pool?” Christian asked hopefully.
“No, but I was assured that the jacuzzi is fantasti-”
“Enough said,” Christian declared, scooping Evan up into his arms. “Lead the way!”
Evan laughed and rested his head against Christian’s strong shoulder. “I’ve already called a cab.”
“In that case,” Christian decided. “We’re going to find out exactly how ‘private’ the alley over there is.”
“Who says romance is dead,” Evan chuckled. The night was young and, he smiled, apparently, his calculated decision to force them to sit through the rom-com was paying off. Everything was working out exactly as he’d planned.
th. His boyfriend had obviously smelt the popcorn and was now determinedly heading for the source of the buttery goodness.
“Because, Christian,” Evan said, sweeping his stick in front of him and taking account of the changing soundscape around him.