A/N: Dentists agree, reading these next two chapters might give you tooth decay. Idk what's wrong with me. I write angst and drama g'dammit.
Jasper had never been good with fancy, romantic dinners or things like that. It seemed a little overdone for a first date.
Instead, Jasper opted to take Peter to an arcade. Alice asked if he was twelve, but he ignored her. He would be a nervous, squirming wreck if he had to sit at dinner. Gaming, in one form or another, was his comfort zone, and Peter obviously liked games.
It was a good idea. Both men were naturally competitive creatures and fell into good natured sassing as they worked their way through fighting games, shooters, co-op mission based games and nearly everything else in between.
"Okay, noted. We both suck at skeeball," Jasper said after they'd attempted the ticket games and failed miserably.
"Oh, I don't know. We have enough to get something," Peter said, tugging Jasper's arm to lead him in the direction of the ticket booth.
Jasper chuffed. "We have like 12 tickets. Maybe."
Peter's eyes lit up as he spotted something. He waved the ticket taker over and pointed to the item he wanted. Jasper raised an eyebrow as Peter gleefully stuck the pointer finger of his left hand into one half a Chinese Finger Trap.
"I destroyed the heck out of so many of these as a kid," Jasper mused.
"Well," Peter said with a grin. "Be careful with this one." He pointed at Jasper with the ridiculous little device
Jasper blinked, a warmth radiating at the center of his chest as he realized what Peter wanted. Carefully, he wiggled the pointer finger of his right hand into the cuff so the pads of their fingers touched.
"Come on," Jasper said softly, tugging lightly and feeling the trap tighten around his finger. He knew he was grinning like an idiot but he couldn't bring himself to care. "Let's try Dance, Dance Revolution."
"Good idea," Peter said, falling into step beside him, their fingers still connected. "Then we can at least tell the girls we went dancing."
