dinner for two

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Monday at 6:41 pm

NEW MESSAGE FROM:
JOEY POUCH 💞
you still on for tn?

hell yes
where are we going

wear something fancy

like restaurant fancy? bar fancy?
out on the town fancy?

if i tell u that'll ruin the surprise

BITCH HUH

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HUH
JUST WEAR SOMETHING FANCY

JUST TELL ME BRO

NO ❤️

whatever you wear u look good in
so it doesn't really matter

aww shucks
you got me blushin and shit 😩🥰🥰

JOEY POUCH LOVED THIS MESSAGE at 6:47 pm

so i should just wear sweats
read at 6:58 pm

ELLE PLEASE

I LIKE WHEN YOU BEG BUT
CAN YOU JUST TELL ME
I HAVE TOGET READY

FINE

go on... 🤨🤨

excuse u im typing

well type faster
i know you got nimble fingers

smooth mf

ELLE JOHNSON LOVED THIS MESSAGE at 7:02 pm

anyways
FANCY DRESS PLEASE
CAUSE IM WEARING
DRESS PANTS

OKAY THATS ALL I NEEDED
TO KNOW IN THE FORST
PLACE DIPSHIT

ha "forst"
some writer u are

ELLE JOHNSON DISLIKED THIS MESSAGE at 7:03 pm

oh pls
i'm the best writer ever
you said it urself

shit
i must've lied

fuck u

with pleasure
but i don't want to exhaust ur legs
considering how tired they must
be from this morning
how are they

actually how are u

im fine
my body is hurting
but i got some good
dick so ☺️😌
and i got a date tn with this hot guy,
u may know him

oh? 👀 lucky man
have u ever had
good dick before?

no. not before this guy
he's really nice and sweet but
rough and it's a good combo
very intrigued
give him a 9/10

9/10⁉️
😎🕶🤏🏻😳🤭
doesn't he always makes u
cum more than once

yeah no the seggs is great
immaculate even

but i'm not talking ab the seggs

he couldn't tell me what
to wear for our date
= minus one point

actors, amirite?
have to make everything
so dramatic 🙄😐

LE GASP

see what i mean?

i mean that's not true
you meanie 😡

yeah yeah, i'll see u at 8
bye drew

JOEY POUCH LOVED THIS MESSAGE at 7:09 pm

lol sys elle

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"why thank you, good sir," elle teases as drew opens his sidecar door before grabbing onto his hand and scooting out of the vehicle.

"anything for you madam," he replies, his tongue running over his teeth in a sly smirk as he notices she doesn't tear his hand away from his— instead, her fingers hook around his knuckles and their arms start to swing back and forth as they cut the long line of people trying to get into the renown Circa 1886 Restaurant.

"hey! you can't cut the line!"
"ayo! get behind us!"
"what makes you two so special?!"

"drew," she whispers, feeling a bit bad and self-conscious from the annoying glares and jealous words being said. "we can't just cut them?"

"derry, it's fine. i made this reservation and they didn't," he states, leaning down a bit to tell her from all the commotion of the rowdy people on the line and the traffic of valet parking. "so, don't worry," drew reassures, squeezing her hand as he walks up to the hostess station.

"starkey, party of two," he states, confidence and class oozing out of him; his body absolutely radiant in his black-on-black attire paired with his gold chain glistening from his chest, the gold ring he stole from the set, and a brass watch he got from his father.

"yes, right this way," the woman says, grabbing a few menus before leading the pair into the grandest and luxurious place derrielle has ever seen. she's always dreamed of coming here; this place is one of the finest restaurants in all of charleston, you have to reserve a spot way in advance because it's so popular—

that's when it dawned on her.

"drew," she states as she sits down in a secluded booth that drew requested. the hostess places down their respective menus, telling the couple that their server will be right with them, before going back to the front. "it's three days before the fourth of july, how did you get this?"

"i might've reserved this day we met," drew reveals, trying not to make eye contact with the beauty in front of him, his eyes scanning over the expensive food and vast wine selection.

elle furrows her eyebrows, her hand reaching out and gently lowering the leather-covered booklet. "you planned this from the gecko?"

"gecko?" drew chuckles at her fumble, before shaking his head. "i don't remember a lizard being there... unless you count clinosaur."

"get-go," she repeats herself, the feeling of her cheeks and neck start to burn due to embarrassment. "shut up, you knew what i meant."

"i haven't even told you how beautiful you look tonight and you're already messing up your words," he closes the booklet, folding his arms over it as he leans over the table.

"don't flatter yourself," her eyes narrowing as she plays with her layered gold necklace. "sometimes my speech impediment likes to introduce itself spontaneously," she adds, rubbing the heart-shaped medallion between her thumb and index fingerpad. "that's why i'm a writer, i can't speak correctly but i can write so smooth you wouldn't even know."

"shit, derrielle, i had no idea," drew drops his smirk instantly, grabbing her right hand to show how much he cared. "i'm so sorry."

she smiles, her left hand dropping from her chest to lay upon his, "it's okay. only certain special people to me know." her thumbs rubbing soft circles on his skin.

"so i'm special?" he scoots forward, biting his bottom lip as he turns over his hands so that each of their respected palms is pressing against each other.

rolling her eyes, elle ignores his question. instead, she asks two that have been on her mind all day, "so, you know why i'm a writer. why did you pursue a career in acting? and what fragrance do you use? because you smell so fucking good."

"chanel, darling," he replies shortly, eyeing their waiter carrying two glasses of water and greeting them with an appreciative smile.

"hello!" the server places down the two glasses at the respective places, putting the tray underneath their arm and clicking their pen. "welcome to circa 1886, my name is alex, and i'll be your server for this evening. would you like to start off with our wine selection? or do you know what you're ordering already?"

"what wine do you recommend?" elle asks, becoming overwhelmed by the number of options on the drink menu.

"chanson, marsannay '17, imported from france. it's my favorite," alex says only to elle, their eyes obviously checking the girl out. "a nice drink for a nice-looking girl."

"we'll have that then," elle looks over to drew, who nods but doesn't withdraw their harsh and jealous gaze away from alex. "um, we're gonna still look at the dinner selection. thank you so much!"

the actor fake smiles at their server, glaring at them as they walk away.

"drew? are you really jealous of a single compliment?" elle laughs, pushes her hair over her shoulder as she looks down at the dinner specials.

"they were blatantly flirting with you and didn't even try to acknowledge my presence," drew grits through his teeth, closing his booklet, he knows what he wants now.

"am i on a date with them?" she sasses, leaning forward and grabbing his hand, her fingernail circling on his gold ring. "no. so don't worry, and if they keep flirting i'll let them know."

"you're right, i'm sorry, bad habit," drew gushes, taking a sip of his water, feeling hot under her touch.

"i've noticed. any other bad habits i should know about?" her fingers grazing up toward his knuckle and tracing circles and lines around it.

"you." he states, smirking at how easily she became angry.

"me?" she scoffs, eyes slitting into a deadly stare. "bad? joseph, darling, please."

"you keep distracting me at work, i'd say that's pretty bad, derry," his teeth-in-cheek grin becoming wider with every passing moment.

"don't say that like you don't enjoy me," her voice drops as alex's arms come into her vision, settling down the wine glasses and pouring the pinot noir.

"i do enjoy you," drew swiftly answers back, not caring if alex heard.

"what would the lovely woman like to have?" alex asks elle, clicking on their pen.

"i'm so glad you asked because my boyfriend just did a random vote on what i should get," elle looks up to the server, subtly nodding over to the handsome man opposite her seat. "choice a: southern grilled cheese."

"oh, very good choice," alex states, quickly sending a fake smile towards drew. "what will the gentleman have?"

"i'll have the pork duet, please. medium rare," he responds, quickly passing them the two leather booklets.

please go away.

"your order will be out shortly," they state, grabbing the black dining menus and dismissing themselves.

"you still haven't answered my question," derrielle tilts her head down, her left hand quickly holding the wine glass and lifting it up to the air.

"the acting one?" drew follows suit, clinking the drinks together.

"no, the swimming one," she deadpans, sarcasm dripping from her tongue. "yes!"

"i don't have an a good answer, but i'm glad i did," he states, leaning down to waft in the red wine— his electric blue eyes never tearing away.

"why's that?" she sips the bloody red liquid, savoring the flavor on her tastebuds.

"without acting, i would never have met you."

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