Like a Surgeon- 80s!Weird Al xMale!Reader

But Wait, it's a Date

Alfred walks into the kids' restaurant with his hair brushed, wearing a green wool suit. He adjusts his teal tie, running his fingers over the white stripes that break up the shiny colour. The cute dude is worried you won't think he looks nice. He feels incredibly insecure in his formal clothing and looks down at his shoes. He snaps out of his sad trance and looks around for you, who he finds opening the door. You're a few minutes late, but Al doesn't seem to mind. He's blushing and keeps sneaking sideways glances at you.

"Y-you look nice," Al stutters. He smiles and tries to look you in the eyes.

"Thanks, Senpai." You smile back, but your eyes are stuck on him and his beautiful movements.

You go to the counter and ask for the reserved table. Only a few families are in Chuck E Cheese right now, and they're surprisingly quiet. A server leads you and Alfred to the booth seated in a nicer side of the restaurant next to a window. You put your arm around Al.

Both of you sit down across from each other and open the menus. You watch your surgeon date from behind the red border of the Comic Sans-printed menu.

Alfred tosses a long curl out of his face, but then brings it back to twirl around his finger and calm his nerves. "What does that mean, anyway?"

"'Senpai?' It's Japanese. It's an honorific that means 'upperclassman.'"

"Oh." Al stifles a giggle than almost slips out. He wants to stop himself from falling for a guy he just met, but he can't help it when this is the most romantic attention he's ever gotten. Everyone else only did it for a joke and ended up stopping pretty quick, not even getting far enough to take him on a date.

You stare at his beautiful pink lips. His moustache looks so cute with his whole 80s look. It's just beautiful. He orders a salad pizza and a medium orange pop. The lovely bb blushes when he realises you've been staring as he orders. You're high on the 80s atmosphere... You quickly try to snap out of it by ordering whatever the frick you want. You can't concentrate because you're watching the cars pass on the street through the reflection on Al's glasses, and after 5 seconds you forget what your food was even supposed to be. Oh well, just as long as you get some. ...Or some kisses from this beautiful curly-haired dude. He stops looking out the window and stretches out in his well-fitting suit, mesmerising you. He yawns, making a sweet noise out of his pretty face.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" Alfred touches his hair like some kind of insecure fluff creature.

"You're cute."

"Aw, thanks." The surgeon avoids your eyes with a shy smile.

Someone comes to the table, and Alfie turns to receive the plastic plate served to him by the giant rat. "Here's your pizza salad, sir," the strange mascot says ft. voicecracks.

"Thank you," Al says. Cheesy freaking music plays over the speakers, fitting since the restaurant is all about rats.

Your marijuana taco comes to the table, steaming its tasty weed goodness all over the dang atmosphere. "Oh boy," you hiss, hoping that no cops suddenly walked in. 

Al clears his throat, drawing your attention to the sign on the window behind him. "Weed allowed," it reads. You seem to be in an alternate '85...

You sigh with relief. The soft creature you invited out is still eating his weird little salad. "You enjoyin' that, Senpai?"

Alfred looks up and mirrors your smile. "Yeah, it's just as good as Robbie is horrible to me."

You see in his eyes that he really hasn't been having a good time with that dude terrorizing him at work. 

"Al, don't even think about that hoe. His opinion of you means nothing when u got a dude who takes you the frick out to Chuck E. Cheese." 

"Aw, thanks..." 

Behind the glare of his aviator glasses, you see his eyes water. Al sniffles, then looks up to you with a melancholic smile as bright as an evening sunset. Your eyes are locked for a long moment, and suddenly you feel the urge, the need, to pull yourself from the booth and comfort Al. 

The sweet creature's innocent eyes follow your path towards him. You watch as Alfred's whole body melts into your touch. How poetic it was that a simple arm around him and a touch of his hand could disarm the beautiful surgeon. The tension had left him and he could only stare into your eyes, as if searching for some answer, an end to his work troubles and the struggles he faced in this very different 80s of weed love and queer hate. 

Al had enough. His only wish was that someone would care, and here that man was. The curly-haired human pulled your face towards him, and you kissed Al's wide lips back.