forum One on One RP anybody?

Started July 23, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Lincoln only shook his head. “No…not right now. It’s not the right…setting? It would be awkward.” He lightly smiled again.

"Yeah." Jack agreed. He still wished he hadn't created this strange awkwardness by bringing it up. He really did want to maybe kiss Lincoln someday, but…but he wasn't sure if that was a good idea.

Lincoln looked up to check the time on the clock in the corner. “Well, what time would you like to go to the bar?” He decided to change the subject, unsure what to say to add to the conversation.

Jack shrugged. "I… whenever you're ready." He replied, stretching and running his hands through his hair. "I'm good with whatever."

“Me too, I don’t think it’s open yet, though.” He rubbed his chin, falling quiet for a moment. “So…when we get there, what’s your preferred drink?”

Jack shrugged. "A beer suits me just fine." He replied. "Though I don't really have a big preference either way. What about you?" He asked, glancing over at Lincoln.

“Hm,” Lincoln pressed his lips together, his eyes squinting a little bit as he pondered the question. “I like plenty kinds,” he tapped his thumbs against his wrist. “But…I think I have to say I prefer red wine or Chardonnay. I like both equally.”

Jack nodded a little. "Mm. Those are good, I agree." he replied with a faint smile. "But…I don't know. I really don't have a huge preference."

Lincoln mirrored Jack’s nod, “I get that. I have a bit of a preference for Chardonnay and wine, but other than that they’re all the same to me,” he lightly chuckled. “Oh, I know we just had cookies at Graham’s house, but are you hungry for lunch?” He looked over.

Jack laughed a little. "I'll eat, if you've got good food." He replied with a smile. "Though again, I'm not very picky. It just has to be edible, and I'll take it."

“Perfect,” he smiled back with some warm amusement, standing up. “I’ll see what I have in my cupboards. I know it isn’t much, but I think it will be enough for just the two of us.”

Jack laughed again. "Alright. Would you like some help?" he asked, raising his eyebrows curiously.

“If you’d like to help, it would be appreciated,” he offered a smile. He stuck his hands casually in his pockets. “I think I have some beans that are already cooked and ready to season. I made them yesterday.”

"Alright." Jack stood up, walking over and giving Lincoln a faint smile. "Just tell me what to do." He said with another smile.

“Alright,” Lincoln have a curt nod, though he was smiling, and led Jack to the kitchen. He opened up one of the cupboards where jars of canned beets, jams, and even beans were stored. “What bean is your favorite?” He asked, “I might have it.”

Jack blinked slowly. "I don't really have a favorite." he replied with a laugh. "So uhm…just make whatever type you prefer." he smiled at Lincoln.

“Alright,” Lincoln chuckled along, reaching up to take a jar of pinto beans out of the cupboard. “Any seasoning preferences? I don’t really have any. I’m good with them all.”

Jack shook his head. "Nah. Like I said, I'll eat just about anything." He said.

Lincoln laughed, “Alright. How does uh…garlic, onion, salt, and pepper? And maybe sage?” He suggested, opening the cupboard where he kept his herbs.

"Uhm…sure." Jack replied. "How can I help?" He asked, leaning on the counter a little bit and watching Lincoln.

“Hm,” he tapped his chin, thinking. “Could you pour these beans into the pot on the stove?” He gestured over to the cast iron pot, “It’s clean and dried and ready to use.”

Jack nodded, and did as Lincoln had asked him to. "Yeah." He was careful not to spill, since he didn't want to have to clean it up.

“Perfect, thank you.” He brought the jar of seasonings to the stove and started pouring in what seemed like appropriate amounts of each spice. “I usually don’t measure. My gut tells me when to stop. And it usually works out.”

Jack nodded. "Well, if I die of spice overload, I'll let you know." he let out a laugh, looking at Lincoln with a smile.

Lincoln sputtered out laughter, “Good to know. Then I might consider putting less garlic in here. Or else I’ll just give it to my enemies.”