Title: Proposition
Pairing: HavocxBreda
Rating: G
Summary: It was just dinner; they had done it many times before.
Warnings: None
He rubbed at his chin and stared in quiet consideration at the man across the break room table. It was just dinner; they had done it many times before. Why was this time any different?
Really, he wasn't sure it was. They'd shared dinner and beer with each other and every other soldier in their office. It wasn't an uncommon occurrence. It, however, had never happened in that place down on Twelfth Street with the fancy curtains and the potted plants.
Breda frowned lightly and tried to remember if it was his birthday or if he had a promotion coming up or if it was April Fool's Day, or some other occasion. He didn't think it was.
So this was definitely different than when they all met up at the pub after work, right? This was different than when they had gone to sporting events together or when they had done that thing with the meringue to Hughes. This was different. It had to be.
Because that light smirk and those appraising eyes were different than the ones he normally saw. The lanky blond man in front of him rolled an unlit cigarette from one side of his mouth to the other with his tongue, crossed his arms over his chest, and waited for an answer.