Tattoo (ON HOLD)

Dinner and a Show

"Okay, seriously, this is gross." Tommy says, gesturing to the bed.

"Throw some glitter on it. Make it look pretty." He laughs and take a handful of glitter from his pouch, tossing it onto the bed. The glitter is absorbed by the liquid, and Tommy furrows his brows in confusion.

"What?" I ask. He puts an arm behind his head awkwardly.

"It is... not supposed to do that..."

"Why did it do it, then?"

"I have no idea..."

"Are you worried?"

"Nah, man. The glitter absorbs into skin easily, so maybe I am just mistaken, and it can absorb into anything it wants.

"Hm," I say, standing behind him and massaging his shoulders. "Will the glitter work for anyone? Or just you?"

"Anyone if I will it. What do you want from it?"

"Clothes," I say, laughing and taking a small amount of glitter from his pouch. I throw it at him playfully and it absorbs into his skin, transforming him from naked to clothed in a nice silver suit. He tosses a small amount on me, as well, and it tingles as it seeps into my skin, transforming my appearance from naked to clothed in a lightly glittered black suit.

"Shall we go to dinner, my love?" Tommy asks, entending his arm. I smile and loop my arm through his.

"I would love to..."

Tommy drives my car to a nice, dark restaurant. A pianist plays a soft piece in back corner, adding nice, gentle background noise. Tommy requests an isolated booth, slipping the maitre'd a $100 bill. The maitre'd's eyes widen for a moment, then he regains his composure calmly, slipping the bill into his vest. He grabs two menus from his podium, politely asking us to follow him. He seats us at a table in the very back of the restaurant, isolated, just like Tommy asked. Setting our menus down, he tells us about a few new dishes on the menu and asks what beverages we would like.

"A bottle of Chianti, please," Tommy says, looking at me and smiling. The maitre'd nods and walks off quietly, leaving Tommy and I to converse.

"My favourite wine?" I question. Tommy kisses my hand gently.

"Of course, my love." I smile, opening my menu. Tommy breaks the silence after a few minutes.

"It is a bit stuffy in here, is it not?" I nod. He takes a pinch of glitter from his pouch and nonchalantly tosses it onto the ground like he accidentally spilled it. Suddenly, the air around us is clear and a vanilla essence fills the space.

"Nice," I say, smirking. He smiles and takes my hand in his, squeezing it gently. The maitre'd returns with a bucket full of ice and the bottle of Chianti, as well as two wine glasses.

"Would you like me to pour your glasses for you, sirs?" the maitre'd asks.

"No thank you," Tommy says. The maitre'd nods.

"Are you ready to order?" I look at Tommy and nod.

"I would like the Ratatouille dish and he would like the Smoked Salmon Tartar," Tommy says, handing the menus to the maitre'd. He nods, walking off again.

"Ratatouille?" I ask.

"Yes? I like it."

"From the movie? Ha-ha!"

"The what?"

"You've never heard of the movie Ratatouille?" Tommy shakes his head. "Wow..." He rolls his eyes and looks at the wine glasses.