Luck o' the Irish (male oc x female OC)

Wingman Duty

Allen POV
Alright, it's time, it's lady hunting time with my stepson, who's actually older than me by like half a year. I get up and my greatest companion in the world, V, was downstairs making a decent breakfast of eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, potatoes, and, beans? Yep, need to remember they're Irish, they eat beans at breakfast. I walk over to V, my fave still right at tiddy level so I need to just up and give her a smooch on the cheek.

Tox: "morning babe"

V: "Heh, morning cutie"

She picked me up and gave me a smooch on the cheek, my tail immediately starting to wag. As she puts me down Farrell walks downstairs yawning, wearing a baggy sweatshirt, sweats, raggedy tennis shoes, and to top it off, he had a m43 field cap on. B R U H

Tox: "you're not wearing that today are you?"

Farrell: "yeah? What's the big deal? If they can't handle me at my worst they don't deserve be at my best"

Tox: "dude you look like a hobo that robbed a military collector"

Farrell: "first off, fuck you, second, I'm dressed comfortably, I don't like getting all my fancy clothes out to wear them for one day"

V: "you wear a Peacoat and trousers, half the time you don't even wear a undershirt, and you wear those goofy ass kink boots to pair with them!"

Farrell: ".....they're not kinky."

Tox: "go change"

He sighed, knowing that he wasn't going to win, so he did indeed go change. He returned in his usual outfit, with shining brass buttons and mirror finish boots

V: "change yer feckin boots, they'll blind the poor lass or lad you'll find and they'll hate ya!"

Farrell: -_-

Tox: "listen to your mother dude"

He just groaned and went upstairs, returning with some matte black Jack boots and sat down.

Farrell: "there, ya fecking happy?"

V: "yes"

Farrell: "can we please just eat?"

Tox: "yeah, is it almost done hon?"

V: "Yee, just gotta plate it all up"

She does, and Farrell and I get to talking.

Tox: "so what kinda gal or guy you looking for?"

Farrell: "what you'd expect, a badass wulf partner that can be defending themselves one second then want to cuddle the night away the next. someone that takes no shit from nobody, but also knows how to take a joke. Then, also, they gotta be at the least, semi nice but knows how to be an asshole when needed"

Tox: "hmmmm, this'll be complicated"

Farrell: ?

Tox: "I dunno man, this'll take some searching, but we'll do our best"

He just shrugged, to be completely fair, he's not really interested in girl/boyfriend hunting now.

Several hours later, Farrell POV

Tox and I were sitting at a internet Café, trying not to, hey what would it be like having a dommy mommy? Bruh, that was a weird thought, completely random. Anyways, I was just sitting there, sipping a extra large caramel frappe, trying to think about something besides all the rejection I've just gone through.

Tox: "cmon bro, I'm sure you'll find someone"

Farrell: "Tox, let's face facts, the biggest things I got goin for me here is my face, the fact I'm tall, and I'm a semi famous actor. That's something I've always faced in dating, people only like me for my face and my money, at least a lot of them do."