Dinner
"I can't believe they do that! It's barbaric is what it is! Of all the sick, disgusting…"
Draco sighed and smacked his forehead, letting the rant just wash over him. All he had wanted to do was take his boyfriend out for a nice seafood dinner. He should not have to deal with this. For the thousandth time this evening, he tried to reason with his incensed lover.
"Harry love, I told you. It's just something they do at these fancy places. It's considered a privilege to pick your own seafood while its still…fresh."
Harry's emerald green eyes flashed dangerously as he turned on Draco. "It wasn't fresh! It was alive! They were still alive!" he yelled, apparently outraged on behalf of all sea creatures "Do you have any idea what it was like? Sitting there and…and looking at those poor, helpless animals trapped in that aquarium? And having to choose one to be sentenced to death! It was horrible! And you! I can't believe you picked one!"
"I was hungry!" Draco snapped. "Actually, let me rephrase. I am hungry!" he glared pointedly at Harry, who had stormed out of the restaurant before Draco could so much as reconsider his main course.
"You're heartless!" Harry snapped back. "We'll be waiting when you're ready to apologise!"
Draco glanced at the squirming bundle Harry was holding. His would be dinner was nestled in his boyfriend's arms, glaring at him with beady eyes and clicking its pincers malevolently.
"Please tell me you're not seriously considering keeping that lobster!" the blonde called to Harry's retreating back.
"His name is Snappers!"
Draco gave up.
From now on, he was sticking to Chinese take out.
In protest of all those nasty seafood places that make you choose your dinner.
I hate those places.
All hail Snappers!