"I live all the way…across…town." He was beginning to get his breath back. "I don't have the money for a car. I work at WALMART of all places."
"Oh." Oscar blinked, and then smiled. "I'm a teamster, of all things, but I got the car from my mom. Long story. But I am driving you home."
"Oh gods good because I nearly DIED on the way here! I mean, what would happen to my cats!" He slowly stood up. "So, I apologize in advance for the smell of sweat. Let's head inside. I need something to drink."
Oscar nodded, grinning. "That's okay. Come on." He opened the door for Evan, closing it behind himself as he walked in after him.
He smiled, and opened the second door for Oscar, and followed after him. "Hmm…I seem to have overdressed for just barbeque. Didn't even have the time to put on any makeup…oh well."
"That's okay. You look cute anyway," Oscar told him with the same prince-like grin.
He blushed. "Thanks…" And sat down in the booth.
Oscar sat down next to him, running his arm through his hair - in this lighting, it appeared a normal golden brown, although it also worth noting that he had rather impressive biceps.
"You work out?" He asked, nodding to his muscled arms as he grabbed a menu.
Oscar nodded, leaning back in the seat. "I don't usually do normal workouts, like training, but one could say that…well, I utilize my muscles. A lot."
(when ur adorable bean is actually kinda a ghetto boy who fights)
(Hey, one of my beans ran away from his family cause reasons to go live with wolves in the mountains sooo….-shrugs-) "Oh? I like them." Evan was admittedly more feminine in physique. Smaller hips, and thinner, which he was glad about. He had rather high cheek bones as well, and a well defined cheek bones. "Those are muscles that can protect someone."
(aight thats fair)
Oscar nodded with a small smile, putting his arm around the back of the booth so that it was just barely around Evan. "You're right about that."
He blushed and tried to focus on the menu. "Wanna split some ribs?" He asked shakily, crossing his legs.
Oscar nodded, agreeing. "Sure. I've only ever been here once or twice, anyway."
(Evan says he isn't a bean but is the bottomest bottom to ever bottom.) He smiled. "What do you want to drink?" He asked, looking up at him, and then saw where the arm was, and blushed even more. His red cheeks were very obvious in the glaring light.
(that's the most accurate description of my gf i've ever heard thank you for that)
Oscar looked down at him with a smile, noticing his very red face but deciding not to say anything that would (probably) embarrass him. "Probably Sprite. And you?"
(No I just described myself excuse me i just outted myself so bad. Evan and Evelyn are my two self inserts AHHH)
(NO PLEASE EMBARRASS HIM! HE SQUEAKS! AND THEN GETS ALL ANGRY AND FLUSTERED AND IT'S SO CUTE CAUSE HE CAN'T H A N D L E IT!)
"Rasperry iced tea. It's really good here." He said with a nod, scootching away a bit from him, and flipped through the menu. "Think we'll have room for dessert?"
