Lobster Hut, Thursday Late Evening

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Myn still kind of had a hard time thinking of it as a date, but it was a good kind of confusion. The worries were easily squished and shoved out of the way.

He showed up a little earlier than the time he'd agreed to meet Eric, getting them a table but not ordering anything without him.

Which had nothing at all to do with not really knowing what was on the menu. Nothing at all. Really.

(for one, but open for your seafood needs!)

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After his trip by Caritas (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/3232853.html?thread=136767573#t136767573), Eric was feeling quite a bit more confident about the evening. ... And also maybe a little drunk, but only a little. Barely tipsy.

He's a teenager from the Upper East Side. One scotch is nothing.

"Hey," he said, as the hostess showed him to the table Myn had gotten. "You haven't been waiting too long, have you?"

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"No. I was early," Myn admitted with a smile. "How was your day?"

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"Good!" Eric said. "I just kinda... vegged all day," he admitted. "But I swung by Caritas before coming here... I, uh. I may have told someone about us? A friend from home."

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"Nothing bad, I hope?" Myn sipped at his glass of water to cover the surprise that Eric's comment had caused. He was telling people about them?

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"No, he was really supportive," Eric said. "I'm sorry, I should have... I know I should have asked you before telling anyone? But I didn't really intend to, and... I mean, I just said that we were going on a date."

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"No, it's okay." Myn smiled sheepishly. "It sounded almost like you were...well, bragging about it." With one finger, he drew a few random designs with the moisture the bottom of his glass left on the table. "It kind of surprised me."

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Eric shook his head vigorously. "No, that wasn't it at all!" he said, trying to reassure Myn. "I just... Chuck's been really nice to me since I got here." And if he sounded a little confused about that, it's because he was. Chuck did have a... reputation... back home, after all. "And I trust him."

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"No worries," Myn said, picking up the menu. "So, um...I have to admit to it. I have no idea what most of this is."

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"On the menu?" Eric asked. "D'you trust me just to order?"

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"You would know better than I would," Myn said with a grin. "I trust your judgement. Just don't poison me."

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"Any allergies I should be aware of?" Eric asked, then, as he perused the menu more carefully. He'd never done the ordering for another person before, but he'd seen it done. And had it done for him several times, of course, growing up.

"Two surf-and-turf," Eric ordered, when the waiter came by. "With a one-pound lobster for me, and a one-and-a-half for Myn, thank you. And a bottle of the Yellow Tail Chardonnay, please." He glanced at Myn. "You don't mind wine, do you?"

The waiter -- mockingly -- asked for ID. Eric merely smiled and slipped him a hundred.

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"No, I don't mind." Having something ordered for him felt a little odd, but not bad. Just...odd. "I haven't had it in a long time, though. No drinking on duty, so you almost get into a habit-- unless you need to get drunk, and fast, and then it's instinctive." Myn smirked. "But most people prefer something stronger than wine for that."

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Eric nodded. "I'm just... used to wine with dinner," he said. "It's pretty common back home. Especially with lobster."

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"Some places are like that," Myn agreed. "I'll take your word for it. I'll try anything at least once."

He had to grin, thinking about what he just said, and then added, "Obviously."