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Samuel Joshua Davidson
“The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.”
Samuel continued to type while he waited for whoever was on the other end to respond. It wouldn't be surprising if the person hung up, most who called after hearing such a greeting did and called back, thinking that perhaps what he said might have been somebody's idea of a joke. But sadly, his words were all true. Ever since he opened it seemed people didn't receive the memo that the police precint had moved to a new location and now didn't know how to get a hold of them. So to avoid further confusion, before he could even give people the chance to talk he always opened with that one line when he answered the phone. Samuel kept on typing while waiting, pausing when he heard the males voice come on the line. He could honestly say he was surprised to hear his voice, looking at the clock, it hadn't been that long since he left the club. Maybe half an hour at most. "Not all of us have the pleasures of working all day and going home at night." he replied, a hint of a smile touching his lips. Even though he wasn't expecting the male to call him so quickly, he was really glad that he did. Even though he knew absolutely nothing about the male, he was intrigued by him and curious to learn more about his mysterious regular.

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Alaine smirked at the male as he watched him pout as he laughed at him. He couldn't help in his thinking the male looked cute no matter what. He leaned down to kiss the males pout away, making it short but sweet and pulling away while feeling quite proud of himself. He continued to finish off the rest of his hot chocolate, still letting the male lean against him while looking around a bit, admiring the lights and sounds, the people out on the ice, today seemed to be going quite well for them. Their date was going amazingly well and he doubted that he could be any happier than he was right at this very moment. After asking the male about dinner, he looked down, seeing his bright and cheerful smile. Alaine flushed slightly from the innocent sight and smiled back at the male. "Same here, but I've been hearing good things about this place so I wanted to try it." he replied happily. From what he heard, the people who owned the place opened up back in the 1940's and were originally from Berlin. Once the war began, they fled to America for a better life and started a small family restaurant. Since then, the place had been passed down through the generations keeping their food, their language and heritage alive. He'd read plenty of reviews on the place through the years and it always seemed to get such outstanding marks that he was curious to try it for himself but never seemed to have the time to go there. He figured since they were taking a date on a whim, it wouldn't hurt to try new food either. "So, shall we go now?" he asked as he polished off his cocoa and stood to go throw his cup away.


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Alaine was really enjoying his time with the male, he wasn't like a lot of men he'd met through the years. He wasn't pushy, he didn't constantly crave his attention, it was easy just to be himself and have fun with him. He wouldn't go so far as to say he loved him, but he certainly liked him. He smiled at the male, seeing him blush after kissing him. Standing up, he sighed contently, waiting to see if the male was ready to go. When he rose moments after him, he took his hand in his, leading him first over to a trash can and tossing his empty cup. "Well, a cab would be quickest, subway would be warmest, and walking would be cheapest. As much as I enjoy walking around, it's too far and you'll freeze, and the subways are pretty crammed at this hour and it might take longer to get there. So you pick, cab or subway." he said, turning to the male so he was standing in front of him as he spoke. Either way was fine with him, but he didn't know how hungry the male was and he wasn't sure if he would even want to venture again so soon on to the subway.


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Samuel Joshua Davidson
“The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.”
Though their conversation didn't end on the best of terms, he'd honestly heard worse from people. It just so happened that this seemed to be one of the few times that he actually reciprocated as such. He was feeling a little uncomfortable by his actions, but the man didn't even seem fazed. Sam stared at the ceiling as he listened to the male speak, smirking at being called "Mister Club Owner". Though it was true he was a man and he did indeed own half of this establishment, it felt odd to be called by such a name, made him feel old when he was only twenty-five years old. He smiled into the receiver and scoffed at the name. "Yup, work is work. And sadly it never ends until one either retires, quits, or loses their business." he replied, sighing softly. "I'm giving up on my paper work for now. It's impossible to tell what he's done and hasn't done until I hear straight from his mouth. Since he's not answering his phone there's not much I can do. So for now, kill time, plan a bar mitzvah, check the reservations and supplies for a wedding, and maybe see about getting events ready for the upcoming month. Nothing special, just stuff for good business." It simply amazed him how easy he found it to talk to this man, a person he knew absolutely nothing about and here he was giving out his contact information, talking about his day. It was as if this was some normal routine and they were old friends. There had to be something wrong with him, he suspected. Samuel hated most people and here he was having a normal conversation like a normal human being. "So when do you plan on telling me your name?" he asked, pushing away his malevolent thoughts and focusing back on what was being said. He really was curious to know the man's identity, it just felt awkward to be talking to someone so randomly and not even knowing their first name.

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Alaine honestly didn't care which they took even though he too was mostly leaning towards a cab. Though taking the subway would be cheaper, he wasn't sure how the male would take to be packed into a small area with hundreds of strange, irritable people. Though he seemed okay on their earlier ride, it was less crowded and they didn't have to worry about being knocked around. He nodded at the males decision to take a cab, not minding in the least. Allowing the male to lead him to the street, he held his hand, and scouted the area. Grabbing a cab in this area was going to be so much easier compared to second, the place was practically crawling with cabs. Looking up the street, he spotted one sitting further up the street. Alaine moved to the edge of the curb and like before, gave his shrill whistle, waving the cab towards them. He heard the soft roar of the engine coming to life, the cab rolling towards them and pulling to a short stop in front of them. Opening the door, he let the male get in first and soon sliding in after him. Closing the door behind him, he he smiled over at the driver, who was another elder looking man that had better things to do than drive people all across the city. "Hey, how's it going...Um, 22nd and 3rd please." he said. The place wasn't that far, in fact it was right on the corner of those two streets, so there would be next to no walking once they left the cab. Once they were moving, he leaned back in his seat and leaned against the male, lightly nudging him with his elbow. "Hey," he said soft enough that only the male would hear him. "You gonna be okay without a jacket. Not gonna freeze are you?"


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