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Discussion in 'The Gold Saucer' started by Eliot Waugh, Jun 23, 2019.

  1. Eliot Waugh

    Eliot Waugh The Magicians

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    July 18th, Year 108
    @Steve Harrington



    The amount of effort Eliot had invested into finding the perfect location for this date meeting had all gone to waste. Because here they were, at the Gold Saucer. No fancy bars or clubs or restaurants, no rainbow flags and half-naked dubiously dressed man with manly nipples and sick hips sways, no excessive cocktails and too loud music.

    Just..... a casino? Of some kind. A more fun version of a casino, sure. Perhaps some kind of mix of a casino and a game arcade like those in the 80s, and a theme park, and probably fucking Jurassic Park. The casino setting would make Eliot feel old if it weren't for all those extras.

    But it was better this way. Playing it safe was the only way to play it with Steve Harrington, he knew as much by now. He didn't know why he even still thought he had a chance, and maybe it didn't really matter at the end. The simple truth was, he liked hanging with Steve. And surely this was good enough a reason to continue doing so.

    Sipping on his painfully american (oversized and definitely too sweet) looking milkshake, the magician took a look around the main hall of this place, skimming the variety of games and food options and... other things that were offered. He's been here before, with Margo last month, but Margo wasn't Steve, and now Eliot didn't even really know where to start.
    Fuck, when did he forget how to date?
    ... Maybe when he replacing dating with one night stands. Yes. That might have been when.

    Offering his drink to his company, Eliot arched an eyebrow questioningly, free hand adjusting the purposefully loosely tied scarf...tie...thing around his neck. (He's considered going in a suit jacket and bowtie but perhaps that really would have been overkill, so now he had to live with feeling a little underdressed).
    "Milkshake?"

     
  2. Steve Harrington

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    In a lot of different ways, Steve Harrington was an idiot. As far as his total lack of a love life went as well as the enormously obvious possibility who spent about half of his time standing right in front of him went, Steve Harrington was definitely an idiot. Eliot was nice. He was fun. Beth had asked him once ... or, like, two hours ago, really ... if this Eliot guy was attractive and he'd flubbed and called him horrible, but anybody with two eyes could have seen that Steve had been covering for something. His own goddamn confusion and insecurity, for example. Because yeah, he was attractive but guys didn't just say other guys were attractive. Unless you were Eliot, but that was different. Eliot was different. Eliot knew who he was and he carried himself like somebody who knew who he was. Total confidence. Total understanding.

    Steve, meanwhile, was still stuck on the idea of how not to lose his cool points.

    There wasn't a single fiber of his being that suspected this little trip to the Gold Saucer was in any way a date. Just two guys getting together and doing guy things. Like shooting balls into hoops so they could win game points to be spent on super lame prizes. Because it would've been super uncool to admit he had his eyes on that evercold shaved ice, right? It never melted. That was seriously kind of awesome. Or maybe he lowkey wanted that aethorometer thing so he could point it at Eliot and see what his magic looked like. Because he totally didn't think Eliot's magic was cool. Except he definitely did. A lot of things about Eliot were cool and it said way more than he wanted it to that he wouldn't rather have been here or much of anywhere with anybody else.

    Reaching for the milkshake offered to him, Steve took a sip and gave a nod of approval. His tastes were admittedly not nearly as fine as Eliot's were and he was generally happy with just about anything. "Hey, pretty good. Beats the ones at Scoops Ahoy," he murmured a bit drearily because, damn, did he need a new job. "So, what're we gonna do? Shoot some hoops?" Steve nodded over to the basketball game he could see by the wall next to a few others. "Get some of those scratch tickets? Or you could ride one of those huge yellow birds. All the girls are obsessed with them. I think there's blue and purples ones, too."

    But it had to be Eliot. Steve sure as hell was not getting on one of those things.
    ▐│ DATE❜  july 18
    ▐│ TAG❜  eliot
    ▐│ NOTES❜  i'm dying bc i didn't realize this takes place the same day beth is like 'so is eliot cute?' LOLOL
     
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  3. Eliot Waugh

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    Eliot still wasn't over Scoops Ahoy. The name alone always made him suppress a laugh, because the guy he was hanging out with worked at a place called fucking Scoops Ahoy and he wore the most ridiculous sailor outfit doing so. Tell this to anyone without context, and they'll think Steve was working at some very creative stripclub.

    And this time, again, when Steve mentioned that ice cream place, Eliot started coughing from trying not to laugh. His not-boyfriend was pathetic and adorable at the same time. Who would have thought.
    Clearing his throat, the magician reclaimed his milkshake, taking a good long sip to calm that scratch in his throat - fucking Scoops Ahoy, Jesus, who even invents such business names - and nodding along encouragingly.
    He really hadn't quite planned any of this, but of course Steve Straighter-than-baby-Jesus here immediately went for the basketball game. Like the view itself didn't spark distant signs of PTSD in Eliot. Basketballs were painful. Especially when somebody forcefully tossed them into your face, successfully making your nose bleed. Ah yes, lovely childhood memories.

    "I've never been too good at... sports."
    He mentioned casually (as if anyone would be surprised). Unless it was magical sports. Speaking of.... he didn't need to be good at sports anymore, he only needed to be good at telekinesis. And, wouldn't you believe, he was.

    "And I don't like birds."

    Handing the milkshake back to Steve, he took a thoughtful look around the place, and then:
    "I say we do all the games until we get the amount of points we want for whatever prize we desire. And if we suck at any of them, well... - I'll help us out."
    At which he exchanged a conspiratorial glance with his partner in crime, hoping that would be indication enough for Steve to catch up on the fact that Eliot was talking about magic-cheating his way to those crazy amounts of crazy-creative prizes neither of them cared about at all, obviously.

     
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