May 17th, 2014 - Tonight
Alfred eased to a stop at the red light, letting his head tip back slightly against the headrest and looking at his waiter’s apron in the passenger seat. This was the most he’d made in tips since he started this job, and with the way they were scrimping and scraping by, that cash should really go to groceries so more of the paychecks could go to rent and bills, but… they could spare a little.
He folded the apron carefully so nothing would fall out and slipped it under his jacket before he made his way up the stairs to his apartment. When he pushed through the door, he found Arthur predictably sitting on the couch, a now-empty plate of leftovers on the coffee table, typing away at his computer. Alfred leaned against the door for a moment, just watching him, a small, affectionate smile on his face.
“Hey,” he called softly. Arthur looked up and smiled, tilting his head up to meet Alfred for a kiss.
“There you are,” he murmured, pecking his lips again before Alfred straightened up. “I was starting to wonder if I misunderstood when you’d be home. Did you eat at work or do you want me to heat up the last of the spaghetti for you?” Alfred waved him off.
“Nah, I ate. And I have news.” He pulled the apron from his jacket “So the Central High School girls’ softball team won the district championship tonight.” Arthur raised an eyebrow at him, confused.
“That’s…wonderful, I suppose… Do we know someone on the team?”
Alfred grinned. “No, but they all had to go celebrate, right? With all of their families. In one place. And guess who got most of their tables.” He shook the apron a little and there was a jingling of change.
Arthur’s eyes widened. “How much is it?”
Alfred grinned at him. “A lot. Come on, let’s go out.”
"Yes, out." Alfred smiled, but it was tinged with all the stress of the past few months, both of them working too much and too hard, just trying to scrape by until Arthur finished his degree and could get a better job than the bookstore where he’d spent the last three years. His pleading tone was just short of desperate. "We haven’t done anything for ourselves in God knows how long, and we have a little cash to burn, so lets put half of it away and go have some fun with the rest. What do you say?"
Arthur hesitated, but Alfred was right. It had been so long since they had done anything just for them, and it sounded so good right now. They could worry about the consequences later. He smiled and slipped his hand into Alfred’s.
“All right. Let’s go.”