[Teddie opens the door and - he smiles, wide and energetically. It's enthused and warm, like old times - times that don't feel that far back anymore, probably on account of them hooking up again. He doesn't look both ways when he reaches out to hug Dom, letting him go after a beat and seeming to compose himself again.]
... Kind of weirdly exciting, right? Sneaking around?
[It's tempting to say "why don't we stay in" though...]
[ That's the reaction to Teddie's outfit before a hug, leaving him a little stunned. Comically so. Dom gives into it, though, hand lingering on Teddie's fingers as they pull away, then self-consciously brushing the back of his head and scratching behind the ear. ]
Uh, yeah. Kinda. [ Smiling. ] I found out there's like a sushi bar here. Do you like that? We could go somewhere else. I mean, you know this place better than me.
[He wants to take Dom by the hand or the arm - but he holds himself back. It's like there's this burst of affection in his chest that wants to come through but there's really no foundation for it. They only just started... rekindling something they both know is probably a bad idea. Is he really this bad at relationships that he gets so excited for... a date?]
Lead me there. We should probably avoid the casino, but... drinks after sushi? We can even do that back in one of our rooms, for privacy. But it would be nice to catch a glimpse of the moon tonight.
No, yeah, I like that. [ It's his best attempt at a fancier date anyway, between the type of cuisine and how they've both dressed up. He wonders what the other couples are cooking up, older and with more expensive taste than Dom ever really remembers having. Maybe if he hadn't decided to divert all the money his mothers handed over into every substance that felt right at the time. ]
[He makes a little kck-kck sound, waggling his brows at Dom before following him along. Teddie rests his hands in his pockets as he walks, lazy in his stride but somehow still a little effortless with it. He is in an exceptionally good mood in Dom's company. It was always like that, wasn't it? The best or the worst. No in between.]
Did you see some of the other bids? Some people went kinda nuts... all good in the end, I guess. Was it for charity? I think it was... I don't really remember which one.
[ He can't even say anything to that. Who knows how long they'll last with their hands off each other after that exchange of sexts?
On their way, Dom keeps his hands to himself and his attention up and down every hallway, still worried someone's gonna show up who might rat him out to his cousin. The final boss really is just her dragging him off to rightfully berate him about This Very Bad Idea. ]
Fucked if I know. Even the organizers probably aren't sure. Maybe they picked it off the Yellow Pages.
[ And he. Did bid everything in one go, so who is he to talk. ]
A couple old men, a twink and a girl who I swear I used to know somewhere but can't place... maybe it's just her name feels familiar. Did we know any Milas?
[It's like this memory sits in his brain - I know her but he doesn't. He only just met and he's a little stupid for her, but he doesn't want to bring that up here because... Teddie is a little more than selfish. He wants all of Dom's attention, while he unfairly divides his own to someone else, too. He just wants to know and feel like he's wanted. That's probably the whole void in him all these drugs and party binges try to truly fill and yet never do. It's probably why he and Dom never worked out... but they're on their second try, aren't they?]
You bid on other people too? I forget if I asked.
[See. Teddie just wants to hear "no, just you". #Selfish]
[ Oh. Well. That's a lot of people, and it stings when it has no right to. Dom shakes his head. ]
No, don't think so. I just remember Margot. Pretty sure I saw someone like here who could be her older sister or something. Full of tattoos and everything. [ Gesturing with an open hand over his collarbone and neck. ]
... Just you.
[ His own ugly little thoughts, reminded in this instance of one of their reasons for fighting; Teddie wanted more and Dom wanted all of his boyfriend to himself, and lied. Yeah, sure, an open relationship sounds great. Cue his fits of jealousy when his boyfriend gave them more attention than he felt he was getting, cue him finding his own justifications for why it was different when he got fucked up and fucked the first pretty face that wanted his attention at a party. ]
[He says with a soft smile, elbow bumping against Dom's as they walk. It makes him feel good - as he knew it would - and he fights away any thoughts about how unfair that is. He tries to remember Margot's face for a moment but now all he sees is that woman with the tattoos, whose name still eludes him. He's been preoccupied entirely with a different blonde.]
[ He tries to smile back, but it's weak. Dom really shouldn't have asked. Now he's just thinking about a world where he never bid or didn't bid enough, and imagines Teddie acting the exact same way regardless of who was lucky enough to have enough on them. Jealous of a hypothetical scenario instead of focusing on reality. Typical.
He didn't even ask if Theo won any of the dates. Better to pretend he didn't, rather than hate him for having someone else lined up.
Why can't Dom be more like him? Someone who's happy to draw people in, rather than someone who pushes them all away with anger? It's like being jealous of the sun for its light. ]
Uhm, yeah. Me too. We didn't really get to have a date-date like this back home.
[And that was kind of a shame, really. Teddie thinks about pecking at that topic a bit more, but instead decides not to - worried about pecking at healing scabs instead. He likes the healing part, where there's the promise of something else. No doubt they'll dissolve back into hating each other in time, right?]
So. Sushi.
[Not much to say about sushi. Damn it.]
Maybe after our stint here we can get sushi somewhere out there. On a date date.
What, so we just make sushi our thing when we leave?
[ Provided they leave together. Provided Teddie's rehab isn't a lot speedier than whatever tangled mess Dom keeps getting himself into, and then he'll be the newest-old mistake Mr. Weston-Price talks about in the story of his life to the next romance he meets out there.
[New Jersey felt right for a second, but then Teddie's brain sort of fogged up; he was last in New York, wasn't he? No, he was somewhere else... is he just losing his marbles now, on account of the binging? He looks vacant behind the eyes for a second, like he's struggling to put together puzzle pieces that don't fit.]
Manhattan, yeah. [ Pause. Frown. He's getting that sense of deja vu that ... isn't. (Dreaming of a place that he forgot already exists, only in reverse.) ] What did I say?
[ And then he just shakes his head. Never mind. ]
We might as well go big, if we're traveling for sushi. Straight to the source.
Oh, I like the way you're thinking. We need to backpack around...
[Yeah, okay, Teddie's not a backpacker so much as he is a 3 suitcase minimum guy but when you both have access to private jets and holiday homes... close enough. He grins, though, at the idea of traveling alongside Dom. Again his elbow bumps him, and Teddie's lit up.]
If we don't dip before July, let's get out of here then while the weather's warm and we've had at least four weeks to pretend we're totally refined young gentlemen.
[ Dom's skeptical smile says just that — he doesn't see Teddie settling for a backpack. Or wearing one at all, school or no school. Dom runs his hand through short hair, dark at the roots. ]
Maybe you can do that. I went and dyed my hair pink. I bet there's people who think I'm a punk or something.
... You think we can take our sushi to go? I like just... us talking. Whenever we get together it feels... like there's something good about to happen. Am I weird for that? Or just horny?
[ Dom wants to agree so, so much. He doesn't see any darkness ahead, doesn't feel the buzz of anger at something Teddie may or may not have done, so ... yeah, it's easier to believe him. A lot of good things have happened to them. He can make himself the promise he failed to send earlier: I won't mess it up this time. ]
Yeah, no. I feel the same way. [ A beat, ] Maybe just a drink before we get the food, or — I dunno. I kinda wanna show you off a bit.
[ Just look at how Teddie's dressed. And never mind the fact that they're supposed to be sneaking around, kind of. ]
[Hello to just the right thing to say - Teddie lights up again, eyes animated and his smile a dazzling sight almost ear to ear. Yes it's because he said show off, but more so that Dom said he wanted to show him off. It means he values Teddie and that makes Teddie pleased as punch.]
Okay, a drink or three - you still remember what I like?
[ Smiling more confidently, forgetting for a minute that there are all these other factors to worry about. What are the chances they'll run into Ren, really? It's not like she's warned the whole staff that Dom isn't supposed to interact with Theodore Weston-Price.
And hey, he might as well reach for Teddie's hand, intertwine their fingers, keeping his other hand in his pocket. He doesn't look at him while he does it. ]
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... Kind of weirdly exciting, right? Sneaking around?
[It's tempting to say "why don't we stay in" though...]
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[ That's the reaction to Teddie's outfit before a hug, leaving him a little stunned. Comically so. Dom gives into it, though, hand lingering on Teddie's fingers as they pull away, then self-consciously brushing the back of his head and scratching behind the ear. ]
Uh, yeah. Kinda. [ Smiling. ] I found out there's like a sushi bar here. Do you like that? We could go somewhere else. I mean, you know this place better than me.
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[He wants to take Dom by the hand or the arm - but he holds himself back. It's like there's this burst of affection in his chest that wants to come through but there's really no foundation for it. They only just started... rekindling something they both know is probably a bad idea. Is he really this bad at relationships that he gets so excited for... a date?]
Lead me there. We should probably avoid the casino, but... drinks after sushi? We can even do that back in one of our rooms, for privacy. But it would be nice to catch a glimpse of the moon tonight.
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Okay, so... you got everything?
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[He makes a little kck-kck sound, waggling his brows at Dom before following him along. Teddie rests his hands in his pockets as he walks, lazy in his stride but somehow still a little effortless with it. He is in an exceptionally good mood in Dom's company. It was always like that, wasn't it? The best or the worst. No in between.]
Did you see some of the other bids? Some people went kinda nuts... all good in the end, I guess. Was it for charity? I think it was... I don't really remember which one.
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On their way, Dom keeps his hands to himself and his attention up and down every hallway, still worried someone's gonna show up who might rat him out to his cousin. The final boss really is just her dragging him off to rightfully berate him about This Very Bad Idea. ]
Fucked if I know. Even the organizers probably aren't sure. Maybe they picked it off the Yellow Pages.
[ And he. Did bid everything in one go, so who is he to talk. ]
Who'd you bid on?
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[It's like this memory sits in his brain - I know her but he doesn't. He only just met and he's a little stupid for her, but he doesn't want to bring that up here because... Teddie is a little more than selfish. He wants all of Dom's attention, while he unfairly divides his own to someone else, too. He just wants to know and feel like he's wanted. That's probably the whole void in him all these drugs and party binges try to truly fill and yet never do. It's probably why he and Dom never worked out... but they're on their second try, aren't they?]
You bid on other people too? I forget if I asked.
[See. Teddie just wants to hear "no, just you". #Selfish]
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No, don't think so. I just remember Margot. Pretty sure I saw someone like here who could be her older sister or something. Full of tattoos and everything. [ Gesturing with an open hand over his collarbone and neck. ]
... Just you.
[ His own ugly little thoughts, reminded in this instance of one of their reasons for fighting; Teddie wanted more and Dom wanted all of his boyfriend to himself, and lied. Yeah, sure, an open relationship sounds great. Cue his fits of jealousy when his boyfriend gave them more attention than he felt he was getting, cue him finding his own justifications for why it was different when he got fucked up and fucked the first pretty face that wanted his attention at a party. ]
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[He says with a soft smile, elbow bumping against Dom's as they walk. It makes him feel good - as he knew it would - and he fights away any thoughts about how unfair that is. He tries to remember Margot's face for a moment but now all he sees is that woman with the tattoos, whose name still eludes him. He's been preoccupied entirely with a different blonde.]
... I like this. Us.
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He didn't even ask if Theo won any of the dates. Better to pretend he didn't, rather than hate him for having someone else lined up.
Why can't Dom be more like him? Someone who's happy to draw people in, rather than someone who pushes them all away with anger? It's like being jealous of the sun for its light. ]
Uhm, yeah. Me too. We didn't really get to have a date-date like this back home.
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[And that was kind of a shame, really. Teddie thinks about pecking at that topic a bit more, but instead decides not to - worried about pecking at healing scabs instead. He likes the healing part, where there's the promise of something else. No doubt they'll dissolve back into hating each other in time, right?]
So. Sushi.
[Not much to say about sushi. Damn it.]
Maybe after our stint here we can get sushi somewhere out there. On a date date.
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[ Provided they leave together. Provided Teddie's rehab isn't a lot speedier than whatever tangled mess Dom keeps getting himself into, and then he'll be the newest-old mistake Mr. Weston-Price talks about in the story of his life to the next romance he meets out there.
Stop it, Dom. ]
Are you going back to New Jersey?
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[New Jersey felt right for a second, but then Teddie's brain sort of fogged up; he was last in New York, wasn't he? No, he was somewhere else... is he just losing his marbles now, on account of the binging? He looks vacant behind the eyes for a second, like he's struggling to put together puzzle pieces that don't fit.]
... But sushi's worth traveling for. Right?
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[ And then he just shakes his head. Never mind. ]
We might as well go big, if we're traveling for sushi. Straight to the source.
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[Yeah, okay, Teddie's not a backpacker so much as he is a 3 suitcase minimum guy but when you both have access to private jets and holiday homes... close enough. He grins, though, at the idea of traveling alongside Dom. Again his elbow bumps him, and Teddie's lit up.]
If we don't dip before July, let's get out of here then while the weather's warm and we've had at least four weeks to pretend we're totally refined young gentlemen.
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Maybe you can do that. I went and dyed my hair pink. I bet there's people who think I'm a punk or something.
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[He says with a smile, before reaching out to touch that hair. The roots feel unnatural.]
I don't think I pull off anything but brunet.
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You never know unless you try, right?
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[Imagine if 2007 had hair filters.]
... You think we can take our sushi to go? I like just... us talking. Whenever we get together it feels... like there's something good about to happen. Am I weird for that? Or just horny?
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Yeah, no. I feel the same way. [ A beat, ] Maybe just a drink before we get the food, or — I dunno. I kinda wanna show you off a bit.
[ Just look at how Teddie's dressed. And never mind the fact that they're supposed to be sneaking around, kind of. ]
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Okay, a drink or three - you still remember what I like?
did i look at theo's app for this tag, maybe
[ Teasing, bumping his shoulder against Teddie's to show as much. They'll both drink just about anything, which is the problem. ]
Tequila, right? Or are you still in a 'spicy margarita phase'.
and you let that html of mine slide hmmm
[Teddie will end up drinking both, let's be honest.]
Let's have margs.
pls forgive
[ Smiling more confidently, forgetting for a minute that there are all these other factors to worry about. What are the chances they'll run into Ren, really? It's not like she's warned the whole staff that Dom isn't supposed to interact with Theodore Weston-Price.
And hey, he might as well reach for Teddie's hand, intertwine their fingers, keeping his other hand in his pocket. He doesn't look at him while he does it. ]
... You kept the tattoo.
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You did too.
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