Loving all configurations of being

part 3

Warning: some homophobia, the use of the f-slur but it's blurred, and smack talk.

They both walked into the restaurant through the portal, looking around at the scenery. Everything was decorated in red and black. The tables had red cloths over them and black chairs. The people there were dressed the same way making Wilford stand out almost.

After a minute a waiter walked up with a smile on his face. “Hello and welcome, how may I help you for this evening?”

“I have a table reserved under Darkiplier here,” Dark said kindly, nodding at the waiter.

“Ah you must be Mr. Darkiplier and this is?”

“My date, Wilford Warfstache.” Dark introduced, with a smile on his face.

“Evening sir,” Wilford said shaking the waiter’s hand.

“Ah evening to you as well. Now if you two will follow me.” The waiter grinned walking ahead.

Dark and Wilford followed him to a table that was in the far corner facing the stage where musicians were playing a beautiful song.

“Here is your table. Now, what would you like me to start you with to drink?” The waiter asked.

“Bring us red wine if you will the choice of brand is up to you if you’d like,” Dark said as he took off his jacket part of his tux, setting it behind his chair.

“I have just the choice, I shawl fetch it for you forth worth.” He said as he walked away.

Dark turned to Wilford who was taking his jacket off as well, revealing that he was wearing his pink suspenders. Dark couldn’t help but smirk, he liked them on him, but as his eyes trailed off he notices a woman staring at Wilford like he was carrying some sort of disease.

She looked like a woman of a high class, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if she was judging Wilford. But little does she know is that Dark does not stand for that kind of-.

“You alright Darky?” Wilford asked as he sat down.

Dark shook his head as he stared at Wilford, a small smile forming on his face. “Its Nothing Wilford. You comfortable?”

“I am.” He smiled looking around. “What a lovely place this is, but you didn’t have to spend a fortune on a place like-.”

“Nonsense Wilford. You're worth every penny I spent here.”

Wilford features softened into a sensor smile as he held darks hand. “You're a charmer you know that?”

“Have to be in my line of work.” Dark joked, turning away with a smile.

The waiter came back with a bottle of red wine, setting two wine glasses next to them. “Here you are. Are you two ready to order?”

“Yes, I believe we are.” Wilford smiled.

Dark listened to Wilford order but his eyes trailed over to the woman who was giving dirty looks at Wilford, talking to a man that appeared to be her husband. They were talking in a hushed tone but Dark had a keen sense of hearing and used it on her.

“Whoever allowed a ghastly man like that in a place like this needs to be fired.”

“I know darling, that color he’s wearing just takes away from this place’s beauty I mean pink? please.”

Dark cracked his neck, his red aura overlapped his blue.

“Who the hell do they think they are?” Dark could hear Celine in his mind, feeling her anger rise.