Mexican
Summary: Serena and Darien, united at last becuase of a spicy Mexican curry. :Theme 61:
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned.
Serena and Darien had been sitting at the Mexican place for over an hour, tapping their feet silently and wishing that the other would do something to break the awkward silence.
Where the hell was their food any way?
Twitching slightly their eyes connected and they both jerked their heads away. Serena flicked her eyes back to look at him again and saw him doing the same thing. Jerking further round she attempted to stifle a giggle.
After doing this continuously for another 20 minutes, the people around them were starting to get worried about the weird people at table 7. And then finally the food arrived.
Neither of them had eaten Mexican before and had therefore decided that it was neutral ground and a nice starting place, but the tangy aroma wafting from dishes in front of them seemed dangerous.
Glancing up, Serena took a deep breath, refilled her glass of water and put her fork through a piece of unrecognisable meat.
Glancing up she saw Darien do the same. Together they slowly opened their mouths.
As the flavour flitted over her tongue, Serena was forced to pull a face by it's natural force. Talk about spicy. This stuff could blow you brains out.
Quickly swallowing, she grabbed her glass of water, not caring that she sloshed some of it down over the sides and onto her lap.
She gulped and watched in amusement as Darien's face contorted with the mind blowing seasoning everywhere on the food seeming to overwhelm his taste buds.
A minute later, still gasping for breath and waiting for their next jug of water they smiled at each other.
"Bit too much for you, hey, Meatball Head?"
The jug arrived and Serena grabbed it before Darien even moved. Gulping down some more water, she glared at him.
"Seems like it was a bit too much for you as well…"
Darien smirked. That was what he liked about this girl. She had sheer guts and wasn't afraid to let any one know about it.
Breathing deeply, still trying to clear the taste from his mouth he grinned at her.
"But I'm man enough to admit that I can't handle this."
Serena stared, then started laughing hysterically.
"What!"
She snorted, finally managing to confuse him beyond belief.
"You want me to be a man?"
Darien grinned as he realised his mistake.
"Apologies Lady, how about we compromise and go out for a pizza and leave this stuff to the people who can handle it?"
Serena smiled at him, having just about asked the same question herself.
"Why sir, that would be lovely."
Rising, Darien helped Serena from her chair and they proceeded to first pay and then move out the door. Pizza was of course, just down the road.
Laughing, Serena started skipping, dragging her 'good sir' along with her, claiming that no responsible man would let a woman out by herself during these such hours, and that he should claim responsibility by looking after her.
Darien pulled her back to him, halting her mid step.
"As much as I'd like to continue Serena, I think there is something I need to do first."
Serena looked at him quizzically and tilted her head. Darien lent forward and moved his hand up to the back of her neck, bringing his lips down on hers.
That was the night they decided Mexican food was only good for those of strong will with weak taste buds, and that pizza wasn't necessary. You just had to have something to take your mind off the food (or lack there of).