[OPEN]

[dinnerdate]

WHO: OPEN
WHERE: The bar.
WHEN All day.
WHAT: Meet the newest bartender the bar has to offer... Or complain that a vampire is working somewhere so public to other customers.
WARNINGS: None? Dead End?


He'd only been working at the bar for a month and it was already stressful. During that time Rung had been killed and come back, and there were times where he just didn't want to be mixing drinks, he wanted to be keeping an optic on the therapist - just in case. Then there were the times when he was working with Blurr. The one who had hired him and knew nothing about mixing drinks. It was frustrating and made him incredibly nervous considering the Autobot's other job was that of a cop.

How long until the universe decided to torment him again? Probably wouldn't be long really. given his luck.

Thankfully this day he was working by himself, or at least for the time being. He had time to brood inbetween orders and when things were slow, and just worry about all the what ifs and could happens. Able to just lean back behind the bar and prod at an empty cube. Anyone wants a drink and they'll call him, he's sure.

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[dinnerdate]

No, it's not okay. It's nowhere near okay. He said something he shouldn't have and he made Rung uncomfortable for it.

"I'm sorry," he mumbles, leaning his head down against the therapist's neck.

He should have watched what he said.

"I shouldn't be saying those things..." Not to him. Those are things that he should have probably kept private.

Okay, focus Dead End. Rung asked a question, he should probably answer.

"We could... go with something smooth? And there's the sweet and uh the tangy stuff. And then there's harsher and bitter flavors... Or just really strong high grade. Could probably make some sour stuff too..."

[rungout]

Lifting a hand to rest it against the back of Dead End's neck, Rung shakes his head a bit before nuzzling his lover some.

"It's alright," he reassured him, engine revving softly in a comforting manner as he listened to the other go on.

At least he was still talking--staying put even. That was a good sign right?

"Something smooth sounds wonderful to me. Perhaps a touch sweet as well if possible?" Rung asked, pulling back some to try and catch Dead End's gaze.

[dinnerdate]

Despite Rung's assuring, it doesn't feel alright. What it feels like, is he shouldn't have opened his mouth. At least not about anything that wasn't tied to flirting in a sense, with the therapist.

"I- okay," even if he doesn't really believe it. The engine rev is however comforting, and his grip around Rung tightens for a brief moment.

When Rung pulls away slightly he does his best to offer up a smile, not as convincing as his earlier ones, but at least he's trying right?

"That should be doable," he says, fully letting go of the other so he can double check that they have the right materials needed for the what Rung wants.

"Here," he hands the other a cube. "We can do this the simple way, should taste just fine."

[rungout]

The therapist is relaxed again, brushing the incident aside because, well, Dead End does feed off others; he's known that. So hearing him talk about it is just another thing that he's going to have to get use to is all.

And he doesn't mind. Not as long as the other is happy.

Taking the cube that's handed to him, Rung smiles.

"Alright, sounds good. What does the simple way entail?"

[dinnerdate]

"Stirring," he responds, setting up everything Rung isn't holding, on the counter in some kind of order. "It's easy enough that anyone can do it."

Except Blurr- wait.

"Not that I'm saying you couldn't handle anything else-" Backpeddle! First he's freaking Rung out with his diet and now he accidentally insulted him! He can't do anything right.

"It's just... It's good for beginners." Please don't hate him.

"We," he's an idiot how could he have said that!

"We start by pouring the smallest ingrident into that cube," he points to the cube in Rung's hands. "And then we work up to the biggest and stir... Then you pour it into a nice cube and ta-da..."