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Can you feel the love tonight?

Characters: EVERYBODY
Date: 14 February
Location: Anywhere
Situation: It's VALENTINE'S DAY! Flowers, candy, love notes, dancing, and dates... Maybe you don't have Valentine's Day on your world, but plenty of the foreigners do, and those who have found love on the turtle will be happy to tell you all about the holiday. Some of the more enthusiastic foreigners may even try to play matchmaker with their unattached fellows...
Warnings/Rating: Lovey-dovey nonsense, smooching, romance, and maybe people getting a little frisky. It is Valentine's Day, after all. Further warnings will be added if anything gets really steamy.

No plans for the big day? Feeling a little lost? Well, why don't you:

• Build a snowman together! Embrace your inner child.
• Give your lover a big box of... chocolate? Well, there's technically no chocolate in Keeliai, but maybe a kedan confectioner can whip you up something close enough. Or if you're feeling adventurous, you could go to a candy shop together and experiment with the local sweets.
• Go dancing and engage in some pan-galactic cultural exchange. Teach your partner one of the beloved dances of your home universe, like salsa, or the foxtrot, or the electric slide.
• Baby, it's cold outside. Maybe you should stay in for the day. Cook a meal together, light some candles, drink the most expensive alcohol you can afford, and take some time to appreciate each other's company. Nothing says "romance" more than fancy wine and a candlelit dinner for two.
• What better excuse to take a chance on romance? Ask out that person you've had your eye on.
• Set up your friend. You're satisfied with your relationship or lack thereof, but somebody you know is pining, so get out your bow and quiver and cupid wings and find them a potential sweetheart. What's the worst that can happen? ~~Don't answer that.~~
• No date? Grab a friend and go out to a fancy dinner with each other to celebrate Singles Awareness Day. Platonic love is important too!

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"Yeah I can," Tony agrees smugly. That's nothing. You can perform all sorts of amazing and horrifying feats of completely pointless masochism when you're pathologically stubborn, dangerously competitive, and have a very high pain tolerance. Go ahead. Dare him to eat a whole Carolina Reaper. He'll do it.

He picks up one of the spiral garnishes next and bounces it up and down a few times - sproing, sproing - and comments, "They really know how to make vegetables fun, here. Guess you have to make sure nobody wants to hide their peas under the placemat when fresh produce is so hard to get."

"...is that something people do?" Gene asks, genuinely nonplussed. He always eats his vegetables, that's how come he got so big and strong and cunning. He'd known the American aversion to vegetables was strong, but maybe not that strong. "Please tell me you're joking. People don't actually do that, right?"

You mean, is that something Tony, personally, has done on numerous occasions, to the great exasperation of his father?

..."No comment." He tilts his head back and lowers the veggie squiggle in slowly (yeah, Tony, that's high-class). "You gonna eat that last squid strip?

Gene covers his eyes. "I really can't take you anywhere," he says, in mock dismay.

Then he lowers his hand and looks at the last squid strip. "Split it?" He wants it, but he doesn't want to take the whole thing, that's rude.

"Technically, I brought you here," Tony points out. And that means he can act however he wants! That's how it works, right?

Tony's still not perceptive enough to pick up on Gene's subtle cues of 'we wants it, precious,' but he is at least considerate enough to give Gene the larger half of the squid strip.

Tony nibbles at his half: after inhaling the rest of his appetizer, he has come to the belated realization that it may still be a while until the rest of their food comes. He should make some attempt to make his current plate last longer than thirty seconds.

Just as well; they are not going to want for food, that's for sure.

It's a good thing Gene brought his appetite. He eats the strip at about the same pace Tony does.

"What's the matter, lost your taste for it?" he asks. It looks like Tony's having second thoughts about food, which is never a good sign.

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"No, it's great. I just don't want to be staring at an empty plate for ten minutes before the entree gets here."

Fortunately, the wait is not as long as he'd feared, and the main course arrives only moments after he finishes off the last veggie swirl.

Tony eyes the plates hungrily as the server sets them down.

"So what did we order, exactly?" Since Gene had taken point on selecting the food and Tony couldn't read the menu, Tony doesn't actually have any idea what's being laid out in front of them

"Ah, yes, ten whole minutes without food. Your life is so hard," Gene teases.

When the food comes, he says with great authority that he does not actually possess, "It's like...chicken with noodles." Long, flat, dark noodles. "And it's pretty spicy, though that green sauce on the side is sweet."

"It is." Tony pouts dramatically. "I have a super-metabolism now. I could starve to death." Not really, but that won't stop Tony from whining about it.

He pokes at the noodles curiously, then twirls some onto his fork and starts tucking in. "So why are they black?" Dark-colored noodles, like pink broccoli, are something of a novelty. "Seaweed powder? Squid ink?"

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"I've learned better than to ask these kinds of questions," Gene says, and laughs a little. "It's ink, I think. It sort of tastes like it."

The comment about the super-metabolism, he decides to let go. But he's absolutely going to bring that up to bother Tony woth later next time he complains about things.

"It's good." He is pleasantly surprised by the flavor of suspicious squid secretions. "If you're already making calamari, why not use the rest of the squid, right?"

He dips his next bite into the sweet sauce and washes it down with a sip of the wine - and comes to the conclusion that this is definitely a classy restaurant where they know what they're doing. The combination has a great... flavor profile, or whatever. It tastes good.

"You know," he says, looking thoughtfully at his glass, "I have no idea what my alcohol tolerance is anymore. I don't know if I can still get drunk, with Extremis. How weird is that?"

"Hmm," Gene says, sounding interested, and takes a sip of his own wine before surveying Tony over the rim of his glass, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Are you interested in finding out?"

It's totally classy to try and get your boyfriend drunk. What are you talking about?

Edited 2015-08-17 01:50 (UTC)

Tony grins. "I don't know if I can afford enough wine to test that, but I'll race you to the bottom of this bottle."

Ah, yes, Tony Stark: a paragon of responsibility and restraint.

"I think you have an unfair advantage on me," Gene says, waving his fork in Tony's direction. "But it is supposed to be bad luck to open a bottle and leave it unfinished. We don't need any more of that."

"I totally do," Tony agrees. Don't worry, Gene. If you can't keep up, he will vanquish the bottle for you.

"Is that really a superstition? Because it sounds like something somebody just made up so they'd have an excuse to drink too much wine."

"I think that's what most superstitions are, really," Gene says dryly. Much of human history and culture is based around sex and alcohol. How bizarre.

Speaking of: he tops off his own glass and motions towards Tony's, indicating that he'll refill Tony's glass if he likes.

"I thought they were mostly about appeasing evil spirits and that kind of crap? Broken mirrors and knocking on wood don't have anything to do with drinking." He grins. "I bet a lot more people would have a lot more good luck if the solution to every bad luck superstition was 'finish a bottle of wine.'"

In the spirit of good luck, he holds out his glass and lets Gene top it off.

"Your culture's superstitions aren't as fun as mine," Gene says lightly, and picks up his own glass. "Ganbei."

Tony chuckles and taps his glass against Gene's before taking a sip. "Probably," he concedes, twirling more noodles onto his fork. "What are some of yours? I want to hear some good ones, now."

"A dead person can become a vampire if a pregnant cat leaps over the coffin," Gene says promptly. "A jiangshi, which is like...a vampire and a zombie."

"That's just weird," Tony protests. "Also, doesn't involve drinking." If we're being pedantic. Which we weren't, until just now.

"Unless you can cure the Zombpire with a secret margarita recipe."

"Not that I'm aware of," Gene says, laughing a little. "Also, the number four is unlucky."

"For real? That seems like it would be really inconvenient. The number four is pretty hard to avoid. That's like... the color blue being bad luck."

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