May 16, 2012, 12:47 a.m.
*Direct follow up to Mixology*
This was perfect. No, this was better than perfect. This had to be heaven. Yep, he had died and gone to heaven and that’s why everything was so great tonight. That had to be it. There was no other reason for the night to have been as amazing as it had been...
Latin guitar music played quietly from the small stereo in the corner next to the TV, and the remains of a burger smorgasbord lay decimated and conquered across the coffee table while Everett and Alasdair sprawled across the couch laughing and talking. When Ev had discovered that Alasdair didn’t know what a good ol’ American burger joint was like he had insisted on ordering a slider sampler platter from the nearby American-style restaurant called ‘Burgers, Brew, and ‘Que’. There were -or had been- pulled pork sliders with coleslaw and house-made pickles; a cheese-stuffed burger smothered in caramelized onions and spicy mustard; a pastrami-topped burger with thousand island, sauerkraut, and swiss cheese; and a Cali-burger with avocado, feta cheese, and bacon. And then of course there were the buffalo wings, loaded fries, and crispy stuffed potato skins covered in sour cream, bacon, and cheese too. It might’ve been overkill for just the two of them, but it had been a damn long time since the SEAL had had any decent American food letalone someone to spend time with that wasn’t related to him or mentoring him in some way.
“Dumb question I’m sure, darlin’, but you had enough?” Ev asked Alasdair with a contented smile. The SEAL stretched with a small groan and laid back down on the chaise end of the couch, one arm propped up under his head as he looked over at his companion. Alasdair had shifted his features back to his natural appearance once they had settled on the couch, or at least Ev assumed it was his natural looks. The thought crossed his mind that with Alasdair’s abilities it was possible that that was just what the wizard wanted to look like and not what he really did, but he shook that line of thought off quickly. It didn’t matter if that was his natural face or just one that he preferred; Alasdair was real great and Ev wanted to spend time with him regardless of his looks.
Giving himself a good mental shake to focus again, Ev smiled at Alasdair and continued. “So what’d ya think of your first real American burger experience?” he chuckled. “My favorite is the Cali-burger, personally. Reminds me of my time in the SEALs, livin’ there.”