I was calling up Jack's favorite place to eat : Red Lobster. Jack loves seafood and I figure it is the perfect place to eat for Jack's Birthday! I called up, and asked for reservation for 2. They told me the only time they could get us in was around 730, when the dinner rush was over. I decided it was okay, and asked if we were going to be alone. They answered with slight lovey dovey tone as if talking to a puppy. "I'm afraid so, their isn't usually any people here around 7:30." I thought that was perfect considering that plan I had in mind for Jack's special night, and I'm sure to make it special!
*mark picking up jack from work*
I'm on my way to Jack's office building near Dublin, Ireland a good hour or so away. I left my apartment around 5, so I would make to Jack around 6 and be at Red Lobster at 7, plenty of time to spare and let jack change into some more formal clothes, rather than just going in some sweatpants that don't really hide anything, and a sweatshirt so thin, his nipples could pierce the fabric. I'm joking, but if that fabric WAS any thinner, it could probably happen. So I went to the mall and picked up a sexy thong for him. What? I wanted something out of it too! Then I also picked up a nice black and white tux, made with silk. Cause I know how sensitive my little bear's skin is! oops, sorry. I went all baby talk there. It's so hard not to while thinking about the special night planned.
*about an hour or so later*
I make it to Jack's office building. I park the car out front so he doesn't get lost ... again. I went up the the front doors which were see through but had the words CAT in big white letters. I pressed the button that said " Push to call an employee" I pushed it and no later than a second, a lady with a voice that sounded an awful lot like Wade. Weird. " Who would you like to see?" said the Wade - sounding - lady. I told her " Sean McCoughlin " , in the most formal voice i could manage. " Just a second" The lady said, almost as if she was surprised.
I waited out there for almost half hour waiting for my Jackiboy. He finally came out of the building, wearing grey sweats, which might I say again, Didn't exactly hide what he was doing and/or Thinking. And a Jacksepticeye Booper Dooper sweatshirt. He doesn't know yet but he's in for a treat.
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