Chapter Two: Restaurant
After buying some whiskey in a nearby liquor store, Matty and Taylor took it home to put in the freezer.
"It's gonna be nice and chilled by the time we get back," said Matty, looking at Taylor, who stood behind him.
"Yeah," Taylor replied, looking at the freezer door as he imagined what would happen that night. Taylor realized Matty must have been thinking of the same thing, as the black-haired man turned his head, put his hands in his pockets and clenched his jaw, as if embarrassed.
"So where we goin' tonight?" asked Taylor, following Matty as he walked toward the bedroom they shared, to choose a better outfit, Taylor knew. Matty, despite leaving everything related to the mob behind, was still well-known and picked on. One time when he and Taylor went out to eat, someone had laughed at Matty, as he'd been forced due to a decrease in money to buy cheaper clothes; those who had been jealous of him for his wealthiness had mocked him for wearing jeans. Taylor ended up getting in the guy's face, angrily, but Matty had stopped him. 'Come on, Taylor, ignore him. He's a waste of time,' Matty had said, and Taylor listened as he always did.
"Where we goin'? I don't know. How about that place we went last week. They got a nice set-up. Good food," replied Matty.
"Yeah, and plenty of it. Next time we go to some expensive place and they give us a plate with an inch of food in the middle, I'm gonna say somethin'. Come on, who the fuck's gonna get full off one piece of sushi?" Taylor said, making Matty laugh.
Matty changed only his shirt since he was already wearing a pair of slacks; it was the boss' request to wear black clothes underneath the green apron. He changed into a dark blue button-down, leaving some buttons undone, revealing some of his pale skin. Taylor watched Matty change as he himself replaced his tank top with a gray t-shirt. They both put on shoes and jackets, put on some cologne, then left.
At the restaurant they sat across from each other, Matty watching and listening to Taylor with interest as he spoke of a memory he had, of he and his mother going out to eat. Taylor made plenty of jokes as he always did when in a good mood, but was quiet as soon as his plate was put on the table.
"S'it good?" asked Taylor after wiping his mouth and leaning back, finished with his meal. He watched Matty finish as well, licking his lips.
"I ain't complainin'," Matty replied, leaning back as Taylor was. "Yours?"
"Good enough," replied Taylor. "Now let's get outta here, get home and drink."
Tbc.