Doug & Darcy | National Avocado Day
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xp_logs(backdated) Doug's calendar reminds him that it's National Avocado Day, so he and Darcy go out for dinner.
It was a lazy Sunday, and Doug was on the couch with his head in Darcy's lap and his legs dangling over the arm when his phone chimed a "HEY, LISTEN" in the voice of Na'vi from Legend of Zelda. That being his 'random thing of the day' noise he had set for himself, he fished his phone out of his pocket and looked at it. He snorted a laugh through his nose, then showed the screen to Darcy. "Apparently it's National Avocado Day...-and- National Orgasm Day."
After a pause, his lips twitched with amusement. "Maybe let's do one then the other, instead of both at the same time."
Darcy smiled fondly down at Doug, pressing a brief kiss to his forehead. "You'd make a lovely platter for whatever the taco bar version of nyotaimori is," she mused. Her fingers moved over his scalp in slow, circular strokes as she enjoyed the downtime. "It'd be messy to combine the two though, you're right. Doesn't the birria place do the tableside guac too? We could go eat and then come back, see how we feel about the orgasms part of the day?"
"Oooh, birria." Generally, guacamole was the natural place to take avocados, since it was too late in the day for avocado toast (and jokes about never affording a house). Doug was torn between the desire to already be at the restaurant eating too much birria and guacamole, and the desire to stay with his head in Darcy's lap relaxing into a boneless puddle. "This is a good plan, and you should feel good," he told her, deciding to put off getting up for at least a little bit longer.
"My best plans are food motivated," she teased. "Also every time we go for orgasms first dinner ends up being whatever we can find in the fridge at midnight, and I don't have any avocados." A finger booped his nose lightly. "Do you want food or do you want naps? You're all warm and the nanites feel... cozy." She could be persuaded to nap, sandwiches at midnight weren't the worst food option out there.
Doug let out the tiniest whine at having to decide between two things he really wanted, and pretty equally. "You're probably right about food before orgasms," he allowed after pondering the dilemma. He nipped upward with his teeth at Darcy's finger as it withdrew from his nose. "We can be warm all night after food," he told her.
"Don't start something you're not going to finish, because you know I'll retaliate," Darcy replied with a final muss to his hair before gently pushing him upright, giving his ear a nip of her own. She wasn't feeling particularly competitive, but teasing... well. It'd been a while and Doug's whine of wanting indecision put her in the mood to draw more of those sounds out from him.
Doug was veering back toward indecision, but then a loud rumble from his stomach made the decision final. He gave Darcy a hand to help her stand as well, then swatted her lightly and playfully on the ass with the other hand as she stood. She wasn't the only one who could escalate things, after all. It would almost certainly get out of hand, but in the best sort of way.
Darcy let out a laugh as she shimmied her hips in Doug's general direction. "Your hair looks like you just rolled out of bed, so you might want a brush." She wrapped an arm around his waist, free hand reflexively finding its way back into his hair as she leaned in. "Soft and disheveled is such a good look for you, but it definitely makes me want to keep you home."
A quick squeeze to his side and she pulled away, moving to slip her shoes on. She pulled her hair out of its holder and shook it out before pulling it back into a low bun, ready to go.
Doug settled for fingercombing his hair into a less unruly look and then went looking for his own shoes so that they could head out.
The restaurant was fairly busy for a Sunday evening, likely due to others having heard about National Avocado Day. One diner was holding forth animatedly on the fact that National Avocado Day and National Guacamole Day were actually two separate and distinct days, and that really everyone should be eating avocado slices instead of the table-side guacamole, but this was met with a flurry of tortilla chips thrown at him by the rest of his party as Doug and Darcy walked by to be seated.
Darcy caught an errant chip that came their way, biting into it with a satisfying crunch. "Mm, fresh chips, good choice self." She gave Doug's hand a light tug as she slid into one side of the booth, patting the seat next to her. "Tableside guac or the trio with the queso and black bean dip," she asked, eyes already scanning over the menus in front of them.
"I mean, it is avocado day, even if brotato over there was correct that there's a different guacamole day..." Doug decided. "So I think it's gotta be guac. And an inadvisable amount of birria tacos." He still maintained that the best part of the blood curse being suppressed was actually having an appetite again. He sat down next to Darcy, the table being a four-top allowed them room to be That Couple.
"Maybe not too inadvisable, if you don't want to just fall into a food coma once we get home," Darcy teased with a quick wink. She walked her fingers down the outer seam of his pants until she could entwine their fingers, giving them a quick squeeze before focusing back on the menu. "Tableside guac and just enough birria to take a cuddle break instead of falling directly asleep sounds like a great plan." She lowered her voice and leaned in a little. "Plus spicy kisses." Doug nodded. "That's a very good point. Spicy kisses, no food coma. Got it. So a moderate amount of birria." Their server approached, and Doug exchanged some rapid-fire Spanish with them. He glanced at Darcy partway through. "Bebidas?" he asked, figuring one of them could have a few drinks, allowing the other to drive back to the mansion.
"Agua de Fresa, gracias," she replied, smiling up at the server before tilting her head at Doug. "I'll have a sip or two of whatever you get and do the driving home."
"Una cerveza, por favor," Doug decided. A beer or two with dinner, in the same vein as not going too overboard on the tacos, was probably wise if Orgasm Day was going to be a thing afterward. The tableside guacamole appeared quickly, and they both tucked in with the warm chips provided. Doug made a contented noise at the first taste. "You have very good ideas," he told Darcy.
"I try," Darcy replied faux primly. She took a slow sip of her strawberry water, humming lightly as the taste of fresh, tart berry with just a bit of sweetness burst across her tongue. The cup tilted lightly in Doug's direction. "Would you like a taste?"
Doug grinned and took a sip. "I never turn down good fruit stuff like this," he told her. Apple soda, juice drinks, whatever, he loved the refreshing type of drinks that tended to come with meals like these. Not that he had to be some kind of 'authentic' hipster, but he liked sampling the drinks that natives would have with the food they were eating.
"Fresh fruit-based drinks are a delicious treat," she agreed, finger chasing a drop sliding down the glass to lick clean. "Not too sweet, either." Darcy was surprised Doug had ignored the obvious bait, but well... food was right there. And more was coming, if her nose was right. She tilted her head just enough to watch a waiter move through the tables in a graceful dance, tray carefully balanced as various items were placed in front of the diners.
Part of the fun of this sort of flirting for Doug was keeping Darcy guessing at which opening he would take. If he took every opportunity, there would be no surprise to it. When the birria tacos had been set on the table, he picked one up and dipped it into the consommé bowl. As he lifted it to his mouth, a drop of it started to trickle down the meat. His tongue flicked out and caught it off the very tip of the taco as he kept close eye contact with Darcy.
"I'm onto your game, mister," Darcy teased lightly as she gave Doug's thigh a squeeze before tucking into her own tacos. She let out a noise of enjoyment as the flavors hit, focusing mostly on her food while it was still piping hot. They ate quietly for a few minutes, and after she'd finished her second taco she sat back with a content sigh, licking the bit of mingled meat juices and consommé running down her thumb. "Best damn idea."
It was a lazy Sunday, and Doug was on the couch with his head in Darcy's lap and his legs dangling over the arm when his phone chimed a "HEY, LISTEN" in the voice of Na'vi from Legend of Zelda. That being his 'random thing of the day' noise he had set for himself, he fished his phone out of his pocket and looked at it. He snorted a laugh through his nose, then showed the screen to Darcy. "Apparently it's National Avocado Day...-and- National Orgasm Day."
After a pause, his lips twitched with amusement. "Maybe let's do one then the other, instead of both at the same time."
Darcy smiled fondly down at Doug, pressing a brief kiss to his forehead. "You'd make a lovely platter for whatever the taco bar version of nyotaimori is," she mused. Her fingers moved over his scalp in slow, circular strokes as she enjoyed the downtime. "It'd be messy to combine the two though, you're right. Doesn't the birria place do the tableside guac too? We could go eat and then come back, see how we feel about the orgasms part of the day?"
"Oooh, birria." Generally, guacamole was the natural place to take avocados, since it was too late in the day for avocado toast (and jokes about never affording a house). Doug was torn between the desire to already be at the restaurant eating too much birria and guacamole, and the desire to stay with his head in Darcy's lap relaxing into a boneless puddle. "This is a good plan, and you should feel good," he told her, deciding to put off getting up for at least a little bit longer.
"My best plans are food motivated," she teased. "Also every time we go for orgasms first dinner ends up being whatever we can find in the fridge at midnight, and I don't have any avocados." A finger booped his nose lightly. "Do you want food or do you want naps? You're all warm and the nanites feel... cozy." She could be persuaded to nap, sandwiches at midnight weren't the worst food option out there.
Doug let out the tiniest whine at having to decide between two things he really wanted, and pretty equally. "You're probably right about food before orgasms," he allowed after pondering the dilemma. He nipped upward with his teeth at Darcy's finger as it withdrew from his nose. "We can be warm all night after food," he told her.
"Don't start something you're not going to finish, because you know I'll retaliate," Darcy replied with a final muss to his hair before gently pushing him upright, giving his ear a nip of her own. She wasn't feeling particularly competitive, but teasing... well. It'd been a while and Doug's whine of wanting indecision put her in the mood to draw more of those sounds out from him.
Doug was veering back toward indecision, but then a loud rumble from his stomach made the decision final. He gave Darcy a hand to help her stand as well, then swatted her lightly and playfully on the ass with the other hand as she stood. She wasn't the only one who could escalate things, after all. It would almost certainly get out of hand, but in the best sort of way.
Darcy let out a laugh as she shimmied her hips in Doug's general direction. "Your hair looks like you just rolled out of bed, so you might want a brush." She wrapped an arm around his waist, free hand reflexively finding its way back into his hair as she leaned in. "Soft and disheveled is such a good look for you, but it definitely makes me want to keep you home."
A quick squeeze to his side and she pulled away, moving to slip her shoes on. She pulled her hair out of its holder and shook it out before pulling it back into a low bun, ready to go.
Doug settled for fingercombing his hair into a less unruly look and then went looking for his own shoes so that they could head out.
The restaurant was fairly busy for a Sunday evening, likely due to others having heard about National Avocado Day. One diner was holding forth animatedly on the fact that National Avocado Day and National Guacamole Day were actually two separate and distinct days, and that really everyone should be eating avocado slices instead of the table-side guacamole, but this was met with a flurry of tortilla chips thrown at him by the rest of his party as Doug and Darcy walked by to be seated.
Darcy caught an errant chip that came their way, biting into it with a satisfying crunch. "Mm, fresh chips, good choice self." She gave Doug's hand a light tug as she slid into one side of the booth, patting the seat next to her. "Tableside guac or the trio with the queso and black bean dip," she asked, eyes already scanning over the menus in front of them.
"I mean, it is avocado day, even if brotato over there was correct that there's a different guacamole day..." Doug decided. "So I think it's gotta be guac. And an inadvisable amount of birria tacos." He still maintained that the best part of the blood curse being suppressed was actually having an appetite again. He sat down next to Darcy, the table being a four-top allowed them room to be That Couple.
"Maybe not too inadvisable, if you don't want to just fall into a food coma once we get home," Darcy teased with a quick wink. She walked her fingers down the outer seam of his pants until she could entwine their fingers, giving them a quick squeeze before focusing back on the menu. "Tableside guac and just enough birria to take a cuddle break instead of falling directly asleep sounds like a great plan." She lowered her voice and leaned in a little. "Plus spicy kisses." Doug nodded. "That's a very good point. Spicy kisses, no food coma. Got it. So a moderate amount of birria." Their server approached, and Doug exchanged some rapid-fire Spanish with them. He glanced at Darcy partway through. "Bebidas?" he asked, figuring one of them could have a few drinks, allowing the other to drive back to the mansion.
"Agua de Fresa, gracias," she replied, smiling up at the server before tilting her head at Doug. "I'll have a sip or two of whatever you get and do the driving home."
"Una cerveza, por favor," Doug decided. A beer or two with dinner, in the same vein as not going too overboard on the tacos, was probably wise if Orgasm Day was going to be a thing afterward. The tableside guacamole appeared quickly, and they both tucked in with the warm chips provided. Doug made a contented noise at the first taste. "You have very good ideas," he told Darcy.
"I try," Darcy replied faux primly. She took a slow sip of her strawberry water, humming lightly as the taste of fresh, tart berry with just a bit of sweetness burst across her tongue. The cup tilted lightly in Doug's direction. "Would you like a taste?"
Doug grinned and took a sip. "I never turn down good fruit stuff like this," he told her. Apple soda, juice drinks, whatever, he loved the refreshing type of drinks that tended to come with meals like these. Not that he had to be some kind of 'authentic' hipster, but he liked sampling the drinks that natives would have with the food they were eating.
"Fresh fruit-based drinks are a delicious treat," she agreed, finger chasing a drop sliding down the glass to lick clean. "Not too sweet, either." Darcy was surprised Doug had ignored the obvious bait, but well... food was right there. And more was coming, if her nose was right. She tilted her head just enough to watch a waiter move through the tables in a graceful dance, tray carefully balanced as various items were placed in front of the diners.
Part of the fun of this sort of flirting for Doug was keeping Darcy guessing at which opening he would take. If he took every opportunity, there would be no surprise to it. When the birria tacos had been set on the table, he picked one up and dipped it into the consommé bowl. As he lifted it to his mouth, a drop of it started to trickle down the meat. His tongue flicked out and caught it off the very tip of the taco as he kept close eye contact with Darcy.
"I'm onto your game, mister," Darcy teased lightly as she gave Doug's thigh a squeeze before tucking into her own tacos. She let out a noise of enjoyment as the flavors hit, focusing mostly on her food while it was still piping hot. They ate quietly for a few minutes, and after she'd finished her second taco she sat back with a content sigh, licking the bit of mingled meat juices and consommé running down her thumb. "Best damn idea."
