The Grind *Rickyl*

6. Champange and Specials

   "It's fine, Your brothers not bothering anyone, he's funny."
"More like kill-worthy."
Rick started to laugh as they both walked down the steps and towards Ricks car. Daryl frowned a bit and pointed towards his motorcycle with his head. "We could uh... Take my bike."
Really? That'd be amazing." Rick smirked and winked at Daryl, who was already too focused on his bike. As we've established, he's obsessed with the thing. Rick climbed behind Daryl and slowly wrapped his hands around Daryl's waist. Daryl flinched at the sudden contact, he was too used to riding alone.
"Oh, sorry." Rick took his hands quickly from his waist and put them on the handle bar under his seat.
" 's fine." Daryl revved up the engine and Rick flung his arms to its recent position. "Scared?"
"No... Kinda." Rick blushed, trying not to seem lame.
"First time?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
"You'll get used to it." Daryl sped off into the road, barely being cautious of Ricks fear, making sharp turns and going as fast as he could go. Daryl didn't even know where to go for 10 minutes, u till he got the courage to ask. "Where are we going?"
"Orangee. It's on the corner of Highcrest Blvd, I think."
"You think?" Daryl just kept driving, he turned the radio up and made it clear that he was stirring away from conversation, which Rick didn't mind. Daryl had found the place, 20 minutes later and parked in a spot close to the doors. He jumped off and held out his hand for Rick to follow. "How was it?"
"Fast. Almost insane. Nice though."
"Thanks." Daryl smirked and unzipped his jacket, letting Rick lead the way into the place. It was a huge, fancy building with fancy looking people around. Rick was also fancy, or at least he looked fancy, wearing his flannel shirt and tight fitting jeans. Daryl looked exactly how he always looked, like he didn't belong in here. Daryl coughed and tried to hide his head a bit when Rick asked for the reservation. They walked to there table and both sat down. "Well... I'm a little underdressed."
"You look great. These people are snobs." Rick looked around and brought his elbows to the table, interlacing his fingers and smirking. "I want to know more about you, where did you grow up?"
"I grew up in Georgia, then moved here when shit got real. My parents were douche bags and my brother IS an asshole."
   "Your story's motivational." Rick smiled and cracked his knuckles.
   "Eh,ain't much. What's yours?"
   "Well I've lived here my whole life, uh... I got married a few years back, was married for 10 years, and had Carl. ...I've recently divorced his mom."
   "Oh, you were married?" Daryl said in a scruffy tone. He stopped smiling so brightly and his his head. A little more under his arm.
   "Yeah... It wasn't much thou- *ahem* thanks." Some waiter interrupted his story and gave Daryl and Rick there silverware.
   "May I suggest the "Chefs choice" a shout meal tonight?" The man said with an obscure british accent.
   "Uh, Daryl?"
   "Sure." Daryl said with a shrug, at least it sounded interesting. The man smiled and started to walk away.
   "Wait, could we get a bottle of your finest champagne?" Rick said, smirking towards Daryl.
   "Of course, sir." The man kinda bowed and walked away quickly. Daryl looked up at Rick and awkwardly coughed, trying to tell Rick to get back to his "married" story, which Daryl found himself INTENTLY interested in.
   "Yeah, but me and Loris marriage wasn't much, just for Carl mostly."
   "Oh, okay." Daryl quietly.
"I'm sorry, maybe I shoulda told you in one of our earlier conversations."
"No, it's okay. I don't mind it at all." Daryl just brushed it off and started to smiled at Rick.
He wasn't used to this... Dates with men. But he liked it. He liked this.