Okay, my friend requested I write something as a semi-sequel for "Mine", and have it involving an angry Soldier holding a lobster. This is really suppose to be a gag chapter, and instead of it filled with sex it is just funny. So enjoy!
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If You Give a Soldier a Lobster...
Engineer covered his face with his hands and tried his best not to sob. He knew this would probably be a bad idea, but the sentimental part of his brain had insisted on going through with it, and look where it got him.
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It all started one morning, while sitting at the kitchen table and reading the newspaper at breakfast. The date on the paper had informed him that in one week, it would be exactly a year since he and Solider had moved in together. He had remembered how his father and mother always celebrated their anniversaries and how it somehow made them happier, at least for the rest of the month before bills and stress built up again. He knew Soldier would not be expecting anything, hell, he would be lucky if Soldier even noticed the date. Still, Engineer decided he should plan at least something special to celebrate the occasion. However, like all of his plans, it had snowballed into something else entirely.
He had originally thought about having a peaceful dinner at home and maybe spending the rest of the evening stargazing or doing "recreational" activities in the bedroom. When the day of the anniversary arrived though, he found himself with a reservation to a fancy french restaurant, two tuxedo rentals and a very sulky lover, who sat on the bed claiming he wasn't going to degrade himself to the point of wearing a 'clown suit'. It had taken a lot of coaxing from Engineer, and the promise of wearing the riding chaps later tonight, to get Soldier into the suit.
They had barely manage to leave the house, mainly due to Soldier trying to get Engineer to wear the riding chaps right then and there, but they were able to make their reservation in time.
Engineer had thought that after that ordeal, the rest of the night would go smoothly. Of course, he should have remembered that lady luck never really did like him. When they entered the restaurant they found out that the 'private' booth Engineer requested was in fact a tiny table in the middle of the main dining room that was surrounded by other diners. The next surprise happened when they opened the menu and discovered that seafood was the special that evening. It would not have been so bad if it wasn't for the fact that Engineer had a shellfish allergy and that every dish had some sort of crab, oyster, or lobster as an ingredient. Eventually they had consulted a waiter to see if they could get a a dish that did not have the allergen. With much debate, Engineer settled on eating the plain salad that came with Soldier's order of lobster instead. Engineer had also ordered some wine to sit at their table while they waited for their meals, but neither of them touched it. Soldier was too busy rearranging his silverware ("What are these croutons thinking! Ms. Spoon should be with Mr. Fork, not with Madame Knife!...Why the hell are there two Mr. Forks...") while Engineer tried his best to keep the other quiet and ignore the stares being aimed their way.
Engineer was ready to jump out of his seat and drag Soldier home, feeling too uncomfortable with the whole entire thing, when their food arrived. He managed to calm a bit down, as their plates were set before them, and decided that he could at least manage to get through the meal. After one bite though, he could feel the tell-tale tingle on his lips and tongue and the swelling pressure in his throat. He quickly spat out the offending piece of food and then promptly erupted into a coughing fit, making Solider jump out of his seat and rush to his side. Between gasps of breath, he managed to tell his partner what happened and that there was some kind of shellfish in the salad. He was finally feeling the swelling going away, only having been exposed to the allergen for a few seconds , when Solider called over their server to interrogate him on what the chef had put in the salad.
After a few minutes of questioning, the flustered waiter managed to stutter out that some clam meat might have been added to the salad mix; and that was when the evening turned, from a bad night, into a disaster.
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Now, Engineer was sitting in the middle of a very expensive restaurant, filled with high-class people who were all watching the display that now played out in front of them.
That display was Soldier standing on top of the table, wearing the wine cooler upside down on his head and brandishing the lobster from his meal; all while gripping the server by his collar and yelling at the top of his lungs about how the man was a ' useless maggot' and instructing him to go kill himself to relieve his ancestors of the shame.
Yes, he knew that this was going to be a bad idea; and even though he knew that Soldier was just trying to protect him, Engineer vowed then and there never to take Solly anywhere ever again.
