(That's fine. It happens.) He thought of a REALLY bad flirt about blow jobs, but decided against it, and instead replied: 'I dunno. Barbeque sounds sorta good.' He then groaned as one of his cats decided his face was a good place to sit. "Miloooooooo…" He groaned into the cat butt. He pushed the cat off of him. "Butt head."
There's a place just off the highway that has really nice barbeque. Oscar texted, sitting back down on the couch to wait. Alice put her head on his shoulder, leaning over to see the texts. "Nosy, are we?" Oscar asked with a smile, turning and smiling at her.
'Sounds perfect!' He texted with a smile. 'Now, to find a nice outfit not covered in cat fur.' He texted with a smiling emoji, and went to go do exactly that.
Oscar gave Alice a final pat on the head before sitting up, grabbing his car keys from the hook and heading out the back door, shutting it behind him and walking to his car. He was a little nervous, admittedly, but he was going to be brave.
Evan changed out of his work clothes into a blue polo with gray dress pants, dress shoes, and got on his bike. He had a backpack on, which he made sure had extra deodrant. Before he left he filled up his cats food and water bills, and then was off to the diner. He didn't have the money for a car, sadly.
Oscar started driving across the highway. The only real reason he had a car is because his mother had given it to him as a last attempt to keep him in the family, but Oscar refused to come back into the family circle and took the car instead. Oscar's family…wasn't the best, to say least. But more on that later.
Evan had a great family. Ish. Depending on who he was around. More on that later as well. He had never biked out the highway and when he got there he was sweaty, and panting. "Damn it!" He groaned and parked his bike, put on some deodorant, glad he had his gray jacket inside his bag. He put it on and headed inside, hoping Oscar was already there.
Oscar was indeed already there, sitting on a bench looking at his phone - nervously, almost. He looked up and saw Evan, smiling and standing up and walking over to him. "Hey," He said in that low voice of his.
He was doubled over, taking some breaths. "Never again…god I have to bike home toooo…." He groaned, and sat down on the bench where Oscar had been sitting. "Oh hi. Sorry if I seem rude, I just biked over 5 miles."
Oscar looked at him, wide-eyed. "What? Where do you live? Do you not have a car? Evan, I'm totally driving you home."
"I live all the way…across…town." He was beginning to get his breath back. "I don't have the money for a car. I work at WALMART of all places."
"Oh." Oscar blinked, and then smiled. "I'm a teamster, of all things, but I got the car from my mom. Long story. But I am driving you home."
"Oh gods good because I nearly DIED on the way here! I mean, what would happen to my cats!" He slowly stood up. "So, I apologize in advance for the smell of sweat. Let's head inside. I need something to drink."
Oscar nodded, grinning. "That's okay. Come on." He opened the door for Evan, closing it behind himself as he walked in after him.
He smiled, and opened the second door for Oscar, and followed after him. "Hmm…I seem to have overdressed for just barbeque. Didn't even have the time to put on any makeup…oh well."
"That's okay. You look cute anyway," Oscar told him with the same prince-like grin.
He blushed. "Thanks…" And sat down in the booth.
Oscar sat down next to him, running his arm through his hair - in this lighting, it appeared a normal golden brown, although it also worth noting that he had rather impressive biceps.
"You work out?" He asked, nodding to his muscled arms as he grabbed a menu.
Oscar nodded, leaning back in the seat. "I don't usually do normal workouts, like training, but one could say that…well, I utilize my muscles. A lot."
(when ur adorable bean is actually kinda a ghetto boy who fights)
(Hey, one of my beans ran away from his family cause reasons to go live with wolves in the mountains sooo….-shrugs-) "Oh? I like them." Evan was admittedly more feminine in physique. Smaller hips, and thinner, which he was glad about. He had rather high cheek bones as well, and a well defined cheek bones. "Those are muscles that can protect someone."
(aight thats fair)
Oscar nodded with a small smile, putting his arm around the back of the booth so that it was just barely around Evan. "You're right about that."
He blushed and tried to focus on the menu. "Wanna split some ribs?" He asked shakily, crossing his legs.
Oscar nodded, agreeing. "Sure. I've only ever been here once or twice, anyway."
(Evan says he isn't a bean but is the bottomest bottom to ever bottom.) He smiled. "What do you want to drink?" He asked, looking up at him, and then saw where the arm was, and blushed even more. His red cheeks were very obvious in the glaring light.