[ Jeff watches the exchange with a somewhat bemused expression, surprised to see Mr. Waltz being warm and friendly with another person. Well. With another person besides JJ (apple of Cameron's eye, and star of Jeff's work-related nightmares). But when the owner turns his attention to Jeff, he shakes the man's hand, his own smile open and genuine. It looks like he may be more at ease with Karim than Cameron.
Because Karim doesn't scare the shit out of him. ]
Oh, this is cozy. [ That's his agreeable (and slightly cautious) remark as they're ushered to their table, with the tapestries granting a sense of privacy, where he's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Mainly because he doesn't know if his problem student's father is going to rip into him now that they're shielded by tapestries or what. ] Thanks, Karim. [ ANOTHER SMILE. This time with a nervous undercurrent, as if to say "If he starts yelling... please send for help."
Except, when he leaves... Cam continues to be perfectly... nice. Jeff lifts his brows, as if he'd been waiting for a shoe to drop that still hangs over his head or... you know, you can supply the metaphor yourself, he's not an English teacher. ]
Is it... something you'd recommend?
[ Because hell, he's not paying for dinner, so he's in that weird boat of "shit, what can I order that won't make me look like I'm a greedy freeloader." ]
[Jeff is good with Karim. Cam likes that. You never know, in Georgia. There are people who still insist on all kinds of segregation. People of colour from whites. Magic from non-magic. As if humans didn't have enough issues with solidarity.
Cam leans back into the cushioned booth, allowing himself to relax. His shoulders drop a fraction of an inch, his neck softening as he tilts his head down to sip his tea.
He looks at Jeff out of the corner of his eyes, a smile at the edges of his mouth.]
Don't tell me you've never had lamb before. Are you one of those Americans whose entire diet consists of chicken fingers and fries?
The best food is always off-menu. I'd say we should go for it.
[A pause as he lifts the menu, dragging a fingertip over a line of starters, wondering if there's anything here Jeff's had before. Perhaps Tunisian wasn't the best option, not really knowing this man's lifestyle.]
[ Jeff's protest is quick and defensive-- actually, this might be the first time he's even shown Cam that he's capable of being quick and defensive. ] I've had lamb! Hell, I've even had gator! [ He's experienced all kinds of foods! He's a worldly Californian, confined to Georgia for the affordable cost of living!
...
And also he belatedly looks chagrined that he actually just uttered the words "I've had gator" as if it was an accomplishment. In the moment, to his (slightly stoned) brain, it seemed like the right thing to say. He's just going to take a sip of tea now to keep himself from saying anything else. ]
I-- yesss? [ Why does he sound so unsure about that? Yes, he eats spicy food. Say it again, with confidence, Jeff: ] Yes. I do. Let's go for it.
[ Pause. ]
If you had to eat only one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Gator, huh? [Cam's eyes flick up to Jeff's face as he fumbles, creasing at the corners with amusement. He really is very cute, in an almost entirely silly way. Practically a different species in comparison to the people Cam usually rubs elbows with.]
Alright, lets go for it.
[He calls out their order across the restaurant, for the lamb and a few starters.
As for Jeff's question? He sits back to mull it over, crossing one leg over the other. His shoes are almost as expensive as his suit. Almost.
Silk linen for the Georgia heat.]
That's a difficult question.
Is health a consideration, or is this from a purely hedonistic standpoint?
[ Amusement's better than derision, he figures, and smiling's not a bad look on Cam. It gets Jeff to loosen up a little and let go of some of the anxiousness. ] I used to spend time in New Orleans. In my twenties, mostly. [ That explains that, right?
And jesus, Cam. Here Jeff thought he was dressing up by putting on a blazer.
ANYWAY. His brows draw together, perplexed, as Cam puts way more thought into this than he did when he posed the question. Well, okay: ]
Let's say someone-- like in a Rapunzel scenario, some old witch locks you in a tower forever. But-- [ He holds up a finger. ] the one comfort she'll give you is she'll let you pick one thing you can eat for the rest of your life. And health isn't an issue, because her magic will keep you from dying of malnutrition or scurvy or anything like that.
[ He shrugs, a bit of a smirk on his lips. ] I ask the important questions.
[ Now... dates? That's an interesting answer. Something sweet, but not the usual kind of sweet people might say-- candy, chocolate, cake, that stuff. He's not sure what he expected, though.
As for himself? ]
Guacamole.
[ NO HESITATION.
But maybe he spoke too quickly. Because now that he's said it, Jeff's seeing the flaws in eating nothing but guacamole for the rest of his life. ]
With chips. Chips and guacamole. Not just... the guacamole by itself.
[ Fuck, he wants some guacamole now. But that's just his munchies talking. ANYWAY: ]
That, and she loves to sneak off and go eat at McDonald's. With your daughter.
[As if Cam doesn't know. JJ is smart, but she's still a teenager.
It's his name on her credit card.
This is the closest he'll get to admitting his daughter is no angel. It's more than he's said to anyone else. In his mind, she's perfect. Flaws and all.
A young, female server comes over to set baskets of freshly fried flatbread, and a platter of various sauces and fillings for dipping on the table in front of them.
Cam casts a look at Jeff, taking him in fully for the first time while he's distracted by the arrival of food. He likes what he sees.]
[ W I N C E. Look, he suspected his girl was sneaking out of school for lunch, but he didn't want it confirmed like that! ]
Well... Can't say I didn't do the same when I was their age.
[ Seriously, he was a terrible student. Sometimes he thinks the things that happen at work are like... Karma. Cosmic payback.
That or maybe one of his old teachers cursed him. Maybe Mr. Richards. God he made that man's life a living hell...
In any case, it's kind of a relief to hear Cam admit that his daughter might break the rules sometimes. Makes him seem more human, and less like a very well-dressed amalgamation of every type of parent Jeff fears.
So he shoots Cam another smile, relaxing more in his seat, just in time for the server to come bearing food. It's an immediate distraction, his hunger dialing up to 11 at the sight of food. He's staring at the various offerings with obvious interest, taking an extra beat before he registers the question. ]
Ah... If you're having some, I won't say no to a glass. [ That's a good answer, right? He doesn't feel so much like he's walking on eggshells anymore, but it's always a tricky thing, figuring out how much is polite to eat or drink on another person's dime. ] But don't make me pick. I don't really know my way around wine. What's good, what's not. [ Another beat, before he admits: ] I usually just pick the cheapest one with the most interesting looking label.
[ Sooo it's probably pretty obvious that he has a tendency to keep talking until he's stopped. ]
[ When the three bottles are set down, Jeff-- who'd been picking at a piece of bread, debating over which sauce to try first-- lifts his brows, first in alarm (are we going to chug three bottles of wine before Hamilton?), then in... admiration, honestly. Because damn, Cameron Waltz, that's a slick move, and Jeff's impressed and feeling all kinds of warm and fuzzy inside.
Oh, and after he takes a moment to admire the move and revel in his own pleasant reaction, that's when it finally clicks together. Flirting. This is flirting. Cam's flirting with him. Cam's... been flirting with him? And Jeff can't say he's not receptive to it, not with how nice it feels.
It's just that he's surprised, because he went into this under the assumption that Cam found him generally distasteful. If he had to speculate as to the other man's type, he'd have figured it to be more, uh. Sophisticated and way more expensively dressed than himself.
(Also, there's the "Does the fact that I like this mean I'm bi? I mean, it'd explain a lot of fantasies I've had over the years, but I've never done anything with a man before, so--" internal debate. But that's going to have to be tabled for later.)
Look. He's just going to blame the weed for his missing any earlier cues. And as for the wine... He picks the bottle with a label that's a little quirky and a little pretty-- faux-Rococo, with an irreverent twist. It's the label's sense of humor that makes it the winner.
Grabbing the bottle, he presents it to Cam like he's Vanna freaking White. ]
This fine vintage. And, if it's bad, it's not my fault.
[The joke being that all three choices were solid options for lamb, so there really was no wrong option. Just a difference in notes, price range, and packaging.
Jeff has expensive taste. He picked the oldest vintage. Cam doesn't mention the price, simply nods to the server who removes the other bottles from the table and places two glasses in front of them.
Cam takes it upon himself to pour. He likes to do some things himself.
Really, he likes to do most things himself.]
It's not easy to go out, as a father. Thanks for coming.
I hope we can put what I said in the parent-teacher interview behind us. I spoke out of turn. JJ can be challenging. I know that. She hasn't had the easiest life.
But I've talked to her.
[His eyes lift from the glass to Jeff's face as he sets the bottle aside.]
[ Never tell Jeff the price of the wine. Or, at least, wait until after your tenth anniversary or something, when it can just be a hilarious story to tell the family.
He totally thinks he picked a, like, $70 bottle, max.
And... Jeff's picking up on the fact that Cam seems to prefer to take the lead, even when it comes down to little things like pouring. Which, honestly, he can't complain about. Where Cam likes to take the lead, Jeff would usually rather go with the flow.
Curse his lackadaisical Californian upbringing. ]
Thanks for the whole-- inviting me. [ Because Cam's right: these opportunities are pretty few and far between. He's been on dates since the divorce, sure, but nothing that ever turned into any sort of relationship to speak of. Scheduling was one of the big issues, especially when his daughter was younger. And with a kid to think of... casual doesn't work too well. He'll always put his kid first, the same way he's sure Cam puts JJ's wellbeing first.
In any case. It feels a little validating to finally have Cameron admit that JJ can be a handful. Nice to see the man behind the stern, hyper-competent demeanor. ]
Don't worry about it. [ He waves a hand. ] Honestly, it wasn't even the worst I've been insulted by a parent. Can you believe I was once asked if I graduated top of my class at Shit-For-Brains University? I asked them if that was an accredited college, and they were not happy...
[ ANYWAY. He spoons some of the chutney onto the bread as he adds: ]
She's a bright kid. Creative. Always has some sharp insight, when she feels like participating. [ So, you know, even though JJ's something of a nightmare at times, Jeff does see her potential. It's probably what makes it extra frustrating when she terrorizes him.
But enough about work. ]
Man, I could eat this all night. You've got good taste, Cam. [ Pause. ] Mr. Waltz. [ Another pause. No, 'Mr. Waltz' sounds even more awkward now that some light flirting's been exchanged. ] I can call you Cam now, right? [ He's making it more awkward now, isn't he. QUICK, TRY TO RECOVER: ] Should we toast? Let's toast!
Yes, you can call me Cam. [Christ, it's like watching a diplomatic train-wreck in slow motion.] And let's toast.
[He lifts his glass and clinks it delicately against Jeff's.
Cam smiles. Glad he's invited Jeff too. It's been a while since he's just sat down and talked to someone without an ulterior motive, for some higher purpose.
Sometimes, Cam just wants to fucking talk with a handsome man on a Friday night.
But it's always seemingly impossible, at least in contrast to gathering tribal warlords to form a united front against a sorcerer's cabal. Forging alliances is easy. Finding a date who's the right age, who isn't turned off by a child, and has a sense of humour? That's hard.]
To Shit-For-Brains University. The alumni may be stupid, but at least they're good-looking.
[ Oh, a diplomat he definitely is not. Just imagine how badly Jeff would fumble one of your meetings, Cam.
But at least they can both appreciate what the other does bring to the table. Whatever comes of this, if anything at all, he's glad to at least have a friendly night out with someone his age, who's worldly and witty (which Jeff can appreciate a lot more now that said wit isn't being used to insult him).
Also, now that he knows this is a date, he can actually admire Cam a little more openly than before, not having to worry about masking any glances as something neutral and professional.
Hell, he can actually stare into Cam's eyes now-- no, wait, that might be weird. Whatever. He just likes the way Cam's eyes look when he smiles.
And, at the toast, Jeff laughs, something caught between a chuckle and a giggle, clinking their glasses together. ]
It was worth the student loan debt.
[ And: ]
To JJ. For making this night possible. Though I don't think she intended to play matchmaker.
[Now it's Cam's turn to giggle, because Jeff is really looking at him for what feels like the first time as another man, and seems to be starting to enjoy himself, and yes, he does giggle. It's not deep, manly, or sensible chuckle, whilst holding a cigar. It's a giggle from behind the rim of his wine glass, which he's already feeling in his face. Not buzzed. Just warm.
Or maybe he's blushing. Either way he's drinking and looking with interest at the platter of food in front of them instead of at Jeff, because that might result in another giggle, and one is more than he intended.
Also, his face looks awful flushed. He hadn't spent this morning at the barber, getting his beard and sides trimmed to perfection, to be splotchy-faced.
Cam picks up a piece of bread, worrying it between his fingers before dipping into something sweet and yellow even he doesn't know the name of.]
That said, if another parent gives you a problem, let me know.
[ He's glad that Cam just... lets himself giggle, instead of trying to mask it in a rumbling chuckle. It's cute and unexpected, which is about what can be said about everything so far tonight.
Before tonight, he would've written Cam off as somebody who was handsome in that sort of look, but never touch way. Good looking, yeah, but with a personality that would've never meshed with his own. The kind of guy he wouldn't even bother thinking about in that way, because Jeff couldn't imagine anything vulnerable about him. (And without vulnerability, what's the point, even in fantasies?)
He's glad to see the person behind all that. The little smiles, the laughter, the blushing, all coming from that polished exterior. And the giggle's infectious, anyway. Soon enough, Jeff's doing it, too, until he stops himself by focusing on the contents of his wineglass for a beat, and taking a sip.
Okay. The case of the giggles has passed. Now he can eat some more of that bread without worrying about choking. ]
Now that's a friend in a high place. [ He smiles, though it's somewhat rueful. ] Thanks. But parent troubles are just part of the job. [ Especially when you're, you know, a known dark magic user and all. His expression brightens though, smile reaching his eyes again. ] Though you're the first one I ever agreed to see outside of work.
[Jeff's doing his best to make him blush, isn't he? The cunning bastard.
He chews thoughtfully on the bread, taking his time. He never puts too much food in his mouth. Doesn't speak while eating. Dinner table or conference table, his manners don't change.
Finally, after another sip of wine. Jeff really does have a wonderful smile.]
[ That's him! Cunning like a sliiiightly stoned (silver) fox. He keeps his smile lingering for a beat as he watches Cam, then returns his attention to his food, because there's so much to sample, and he's determined to try it all before the lamb gets here.
And he only trips over his response a little bit before he can form a coherent answer to Cam's question. ]
Oh-- uh, nah, not... as such... no. [ The truth is, while he doesn't get asked out by all the parents all the time, he's definitely had to fend off his share of advances. It's kind of his policy: never date the students' family members. That he's even on this date right now, with Cam, is kind of a happy accident.
He would've said no if he'd known it was a date in the first place. Because that's just... how he does things. ]
[From what Cam's heard. Musicals aren't exactly in his realm of expertise. His musical tastes lend to the popular eighties to nineties variety. He's a man of culture. That said, his profession can be boiled down to making offers people can't refuse. Bridging gaps.]
But I hope you know I would've given you the tickets either way.
[He reaches across the table to touch Jeff's hand. He doesn't leave it there, that would be too bold, but he does let his fingers linger over the other man's knuckles. Cam smiles, hand falling away to fill their glasses again, naturally. A little more liquid courage is needed.
The truth is Cam's more nervous than he lets on. He hasn't been on a date in some time, never mind the fact Jeff is his daughter's teacher.]
[ He snorts out a laugh when Cam puts it like that, a total understatement of just how hyped the world is for Hamilton. Suppose it's hard... Damn right it's hard to say no! Something tells him he's more into the musical than Cam is.
Then again, music is just. Kind of his thing. He's always excited for it. ]
Yeah, well... [ Jeff struggles for a moment to piece together what he's trying to say, get the words in his head and out his mouth without stumbling like an idiot. His eyes flicker down when Cam's fingers brush his knuckles, an odd flutter running through his heart at the touch. And though his fingers twitch a little in surprise, he doesn't move his hand away. It's not like when the odd flirty mom or bar lush strokes his hand. There's something adorably shy and uncertain, at odds with the man he'd assumed Cam was. (The Mr. Waltz of the other teachers' hushed, fearful whispers.)
It's a surprise, but a pleasant one, because he likes this version of Cam a helluva lot more than the stern, quietly dominating man he'd taken him to be. ] I'm glad I didn't take the tickets and run. This is more fun. For me, and, uh, I hope...
[ You. YOU KNOW?
As to the question, uh. That takes him a moment. Jeff finally moves his hand, to scratch the back of his neck, at the hairline. ]
Ahh... Not... actively? I don't really put myself out there, if we're being honest. Between work and Mel-- Melody. My daughter. [ Wait, Cam already knows about Mel. WHAT AN UNNECESSARY EXPLANATION. At least he looks chagrined. ] Who you know about! So I don't know why I mentioned that!
[ HA HA. HA. Here, maybe he can put on a charming smile and salvage. ]
Not at all. Well, maybe a little. That's what the wine is for.
[There's something to be said for a little rust. Jeff's honesty, and subsequent awkwardness, are refreshing in comparison to the last handful of dates Cam's been subjected to. High-powered men with too much money and not enough class, all too aware of their own importance, all using the same lines, all looking for the same thing, and so certain they'll get it Cam can't help but take pleasure in denying them, even if he ends the night the same way he started. Alone.
He's got a reputation among the elite, gay Gifted community. Too often it feels like people are more interested in chasing the Cameron Waltz rumours than Cameron Waltz himself.
Maybe he is hard to get, and his tastes are too specific, and his standards too high, but he's forty-three, and if he's going to bring a man into his life, into his daughter's life, he'd rather have his standards set too high than too low.]
Between work and JJ, I don't have much time to fool around. As in, I'm not interested in 'keeping things casual'. I'm too busy for casual. I invest my time. I don't spend it frivolously.
Not to say I'm not enjoying myself, or that this would be a waste of time if this is our first and last date. I've enjoyed getting to know you, and I feel more confident with JJ in your hands.
[Now who's rusty? This is a date, not a statement of terms.
He rubs the back of his neck, inhales his wine, and is silently grateful when their server appears in the nick of time with their dinner. It's an artfully plated lamb-shank sitting atop a mound of braised vegetables and couscous upon a large, single platter. For sharing.
Cam shifts closer to Jeff, setting his napkin over his lap, feeling very conscious of the other man's shoulders.]
So, you can eat this on its own, or pair it with the breads and other dishes and get creative with it. But you need to try it with the mint.
[ His expression, while still pleasant, definitely shifts to one of mild bemusement when Cam starts to lay his terms out, so to speak. It's not that he's out of line, or that Jeff disagrees with the sentiment. Honestly, his own reasoning for being as rusty as he is, is pretty much identical: casual doesn't fly when you've got a kid to consider.
But it's a funny little reminder that, yes, this is in fact the same man who makes him so anxious that he has to do a hit before meeting Mr. Waltz for dinner.
At least the twinge of "deer-in-headlights" fades the more Cam descends into rambling. Ha. Now they're on equal footing. Jeff doesn't say anything just yet, but there's an amused spark in his eyes as he takes a drink and lets out an agreeable mmhm. Hopefully Cam doesn't take that as Jeff laughing at him in some way.
But now the lamb's here, and god, it looks like a feast. If he thought the bread was good, then this... is probably going to be transcend-fucking-ental. The smell of the spices alone...
The only thing that pulls his attention away from the lamb is the way Cam shifts closer to him, their shoulders nearly touching from the sudden closer proximity. It's impossible not to be mindful of the heat of another person beside him, or the smell of his cologne, spicy and a little smokey. Jeff's not sure if he finds it particularly tempting on Cam, or if he wants a bottle of the stuff for himself.
At the enthusiastic tutorial-- HOW TO EAT DELICIOUS TUNISIAN LAMB-- Jeff breathes out a short laugh through his nose, a sidelong look at Cam as he reaches for some bread to pile the lamb on.
The next words that come out of his mouth are completely the product of weed and wine driven impulse. ]
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Because Karim doesn't scare the shit out of him. ]
Oh, this is cozy. [ That's his agreeable (and slightly cautious) remark as they're ushered to their table, with the tapestries granting a sense of privacy, where he's not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Mainly because he doesn't know if his problem student's father is going to rip into him now that they're shielded by tapestries or what. ] Thanks, Karim. [ ANOTHER SMILE. This time with a nervous undercurrent, as if to say "If he starts yelling... please send for help."
Except, when he leaves... Cam continues to be perfectly... nice. Jeff lifts his brows, as if he'd been waiting for a shoe to drop that still hangs over his head or... you know, you can supply the metaphor yourself, he's not an English teacher. ]
Is it... something you'd recommend?
[ Because hell, he's not paying for dinner, so he's in that weird boat of "shit, what can I order that won't make me look like I'm a greedy freeloader." ]
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Cam leans back into the cushioned booth, allowing himself to relax. His shoulders drop a fraction of an inch, his neck softening as he tilts his head down to sip his tea.
He looks at Jeff out of the corner of his eyes, a smile at the edges of his mouth.]
Don't tell me you've never had lamb before. Are you one of those Americans whose entire diet consists of chicken fingers and fries?
The best food is always off-menu. I'd say we should go for it.
[A pause as he lifts the menu, dragging a fingertip over a line of starters, wondering if there's anything here Jeff's had before. Perhaps Tunisian wasn't the best option, not really knowing this man's lifestyle.]
You do eat, ah, spiced food, right?
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...
And also he belatedly looks chagrined that he actually just uttered the words "I've had gator" as if it was an accomplishment. In the moment, to his (slightly stoned) brain, it seemed like the right thing to say. He's just going to take a sip of tea now to keep himself from saying anything else. ]
I-- yesss? [ Why does he sound so unsure about that? Yes, he eats spicy food. Say it again, with confidence, Jeff: ] Yes. I do. Let's go for it.
[ Pause. ]
If you had to eat only one thing for the rest of your life, what would it be?
[ Just a totally normal small talk question. ]
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Alright, lets go for it.
[He calls out their order across the restaurant, for the lamb and a few starters.
As for Jeff's question? He sits back to mull it over, crossing one leg over the other. His shoes are almost as expensive as his suit. Almost.
Silk linen for the Georgia heat.]
That's a difficult question.
Is health a consideration, or is this from a purely hedonistic standpoint?
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And jesus, Cam. Here Jeff thought he was dressing up by putting on a blazer.
ANYWAY. His brows draw together, perplexed, as Cam puts way more thought into this than he did when he posed the question. Well, okay: ]
Let's say someone-- like in a Rapunzel scenario, some old witch locks you in a tower forever. But-- [ He holds up a finger. ] the one comfort she'll give you is she'll let you pick one thing you can eat for the rest of your life. And health isn't an issue, because her magic will keep you from dying of malnutrition or scurvy or anything like that.
One food.
Go.
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[Cam scrubs over his bearded jaw, looking up at the ceiling.]
Medjool dates. The real ones. Not the garbage you buy in Costco.
[Yes, he has a sweet tooth. A very specific one.]
And yourself?
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[ Now... dates? That's an interesting answer. Something sweet, but not the usual kind of sweet people might say-- candy, chocolate, cake, that stuff. He's not sure what he expected, though.
As for himself? ]
Guacamole.
[ NO HESITATION.
But maybe he spoke too quickly. Because now that he's said it, Jeff's seeing the flaws in eating nothing but guacamole for the rest of his life. ]
With chips. Chips and guacamole. Not just... the guacamole by itself.
[ Fuck, he wants some guacamole now. But that's just his munchies talking. ANYWAY: ]
What's wrong with the dates at Costco?
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You already said one thing. Guacamole and chips are two things. If we could choose two things, my answer would've been different.
[Finishing, he leans forward to fill both their cups again.
Jeff's first. As is tradition.]
The dates at Costco are old, dry, and full of preservatives.
I don't put that crap in my body. It's not good for you.
That's why my daughter doesn't eat at the cafeteria.
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Jeff murmurs thanks at the tea refill, then lets out a short laugh at that comment. Wow, you'd fit right in on the West Coast, Cam. ]
That's the reason why? Not because the food tastes like deep-fried rubber?
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[As if Cam doesn't know. JJ is smart, but she's still a teenager.
It's his name on her credit card.
This is the closest he'll get to admitting his daughter is no angel. It's more than he's said to anyone else. In his mind, she's perfect. Flaws and all.
A young, female server comes over to set baskets of freshly fried flatbread, and a platter of various sauces and fillings for dipping on the table in front of them.
Cam casts a look at Jeff, taking him in fully for the first time while he's distracted by the arrival of food. He likes what he sees.]
Wine?
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Well... Can't say I didn't do the same when I was their age.
[ Seriously, he was a terrible student. Sometimes he thinks the things that happen at work are like... Karma. Cosmic payback.
That or maybe one of his old teachers cursed him. Maybe Mr. Richards. God he made that man's life a living hell...
In any case, it's kind of a relief to hear Cam admit that his daughter might break the rules sometimes. Makes him seem more human, and less like a very well-dressed amalgamation of every type of parent Jeff fears.
So he shoots Cam another smile, relaxing more in his seat, just in time for the server to come bearing food. It's an immediate distraction, his hunger dialing up to 11 at the sight of food. He's staring at the various offerings with obvious interest, taking an extra beat before he registers the question. ]
Ah... If you're having some, I won't say no to a glass. [ That's a good answer, right? He doesn't feel so much like he's walking on eggshells anymore, but it's always a tricky thing, figuring out how much is polite to eat or drink on another person's dime. ] But don't make me pick. I don't really know my way around wine. What's good, what's not. [ Another beat, before he admits: ] I usually just pick the cheapest one with the most interesting looking label.
[ Sooo it's probably pretty obvious that he has a tendency to keep talking until he's stopped. ]
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He listens to Jeff ramble while surveying the wine menu. There's a nice selection, and he names three to the server with a smile.
She returns with the wine, setting each bottle on the table in front of them.
Cam rolls up a piece of bread and dips it into the closest sauce, a tamarind and chili mixture.]
I've already picked what's good. You pick the most interesting label.
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Oh, and after he takes a moment to admire the move and revel in his own pleasant reaction, that's when it finally clicks together. Flirting. This is flirting. Cam's flirting with him. Cam's... been flirting with him? And Jeff can't say he's not receptive to it, not with how nice it feels.
It's just that he's surprised, because he went into this under the assumption that Cam found him generally distasteful. If he had to speculate as to the other man's type, he'd have figured it to be more, uh. Sophisticated and way more expensively dressed than himself.
(Also, there's the "Does the fact that I like this mean I'm bi? I mean, it'd explain a lot of fantasies I've had over the years, but I've never done anything with a man before, so--" internal debate. But that's going to have to be tabled for later.)
Look. He's just going to blame the weed for his missing any earlier cues. And as for the wine... He picks the bottle with a label that's a little quirky and a little pretty-- faux-Rococo, with an irreverent twist. It's the label's sense of humor that makes it the winner.
Grabbing the bottle, he presents it to Cam like he's Vanna freaking White. ]
This fine vintage. And, if it's bad, it's not my fault.
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[The joke being that all three choices were solid options for lamb, so there really was no wrong option. Just a difference in notes, price range, and packaging.
Jeff has expensive taste. He picked the oldest vintage. Cam doesn't mention the price, simply nods to the server who removes the other bottles from the table and places two glasses in front of them.
Cam takes it upon himself to pour. He likes to do some things himself.
Really, he likes to do most things himself.]
It's not easy to go out, as a father. Thanks for coming.
I hope we can put what I said in the parent-teacher interview behind us. I spoke out of turn. JJ can be challenging. I know that. She hasn't had the easiest life.
But I've talked to her.
[His eyes lift from the glass to Jeff's face as he sets the bottle aside.]
You should try the chutney. It's very good.
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He totally thinks he picked a, like, $70 bottle, max.
And... Jeff's picking up on the fact that Cam seems to prefer to take the lead, even when it comes down to little things like pouring. Which, honestly, he can't complain about. Where Cam likes to take the lead, Jeff would usually rather go with the flow.
Curse his lackadaisical Californian upbringing. ]
Thanks for the whole-- inviting me. [ Because Cam's right: these opportunities are pretty few and far between. He's been on dates since the divorce, sure, but nothing that ever turned into any sort of relationship to speak of. Scheduling was one of the big issues, especially when his daughter was younger. And with a kid to think of... casual doesn't work too well. He'll always put his kid first, the same way he's sure Cam puts JJ's wellbeing first.
In any case. It feels a little validating to finally have Cameron admit that JJ can be a handful. Nice to see the man behind the stern, hyper-competent demeanor. ]
Don't worry about it. [ He waves a hand. ] Honestly, it wasn't even the worst I've been insulted by a parent. Can you believe I was once asked if I graduated top of my class at Shit-For-Brains University? I asked them if that was an accredited college, and they were not happy...
[ ANYWAY. He spoons some of the chutney onto the bread as he adds: ]
She's a bright kid. Creative. Always has some sharp insight, when she feels like participating. [ So, you know, even though JJ's something of a nightmare at times, Jeff does see her potential. It's probably what makes it extra frustrating when she terrorizes him.
But enough about work. ]
Man, I could eat this all night. You've got good taste, Cam. [ Pause. ] Mr. Waltz. [ Another pause. No, 'Mr. Waltz' sounds even more awkward now that some light flirting's been exchanged. ] I can call you Cam now, right? [ He's making it more awkward now, isn't he. QUICK, TRY TO RECOVER: ] Should we toast? Let's toast!
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[He lifts his glass and clinks it delicately against Jeff's.
Cam smiles. Glad he's invited Jeff too. It's been a while since he's just sat down and talked to someone without an ulterior motive, for some higher purpose.
Sometimes, Cam just wants to fucking talk with a handsome man on a Friday night.
But it's always seemingly impossible, at least in contrast to gathering tribal warlords to form a united front against a sorcerer's cabal. Forging alliances is easy. Finding a date who's the right age, who isn't turned off by a child, and has a sense of humour? That's hard.]
To Shit-For-Brains University. The alumni may be stupid, but at least they're good-looking.
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But at least they can both appreciate what the other does bring to the table. Whatever comes of this, if anything at all, he's glad to at least have a friendly night out with someone his age, who's worldly and witty (which Jeff can appreciate a lot more now that said wit isn't being used to insult him).
Also, now that he knows this is a date, he can actually admire Cam a little more openly than before, not having to worry about masking any glances as something neutral and professional.
Hell, he can actually stare into Cam's eyes now-- no, wait, that might be weird. Whatever. He just likes the way Cam's eyes look when he smiles.
And, at the toast, Jeff laughs, something caught between a chuckle and a giggle, clinking their glasses together. ]
It was worth the student loan debt.
[ And: ]
To JJ. For making this night possible. Though I don't think she intended to play matchmaker.
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[Now it's Cam's turn to giggle, because Jeff is really looking at him for what feels like the first time as another man, and seems to be starting to enjoy himself, and yes, he does giggle. It's not deep, manly, or sensible chuckle, whilst holding a cigar. It's a giggle from behind the rim of his wine glass, which he's already feeling in his face. Not buzzed. Just warm.
Or maybe he's blushing. Either way he's drinking and looking with interest at the platter of food in front of them instead of at Jeff, because that might result in another giggle, and one is more than he intended.
Also, his face looks awful flushed. He hadn't spent this morning at the barber, getting his beard and sides trimmed to perfection, to be splotchy-faced.
Cam picks up a piece of bread, worrying it between his fingers before dipping into something sweet and yellow even he doesn't know the name of.]
That said, if another parent gives you a problem, let me know.
The president of the PTA is a friend of mine.
[Isn't everyone.]
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Before tonight, he would've written Cam off as somebody who was handsome in that sort of look, but never touch way. Good looking, yeah, but with a personality that would've never meshed with his own. The kind of guy he wouldn't even bother thinking about in that way, because Jeff couldn't imagine anything vulnerable about him. (And without vulnerability, what's the point, even in fantasies?)
He's glad to see the person behind all that. The little smiles, the laughter, the blushing, all coming from that polished exterior. And the giggle's infectious, anyway. Soon enough, Jeff's doing it, too, until he stops himself by focusing on the contents of his wineglass for a beat, and taking a sip.
Okay. The case of the giggles has passed. Now he can eat some more of that bread without worrying about choking. ]
Now that's a friend in a high place. [ He smiles, though it's somewhat rueful. ] Thanks. But parent troubles are just part of the job. [ Especially when you're, you know, a known dark magic user and all. His expression brightens though, smile reaching his eyes again. ] Though you're the first one I ever agreed to see outside of work.
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[Jeff's doing his best to make him blush, isn't he? The cunning bastard.
He chews thoughtfully on the bread, taking his time. He never puts too much food in his mouth. Doesn't speak while eating. Dinner table or conference table, his manners don't change.
Finally, after another sip of wine. Jeff really does have a wonderful smile.]
Am I the first that asked you out?
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And he only trips over his response a little bit before he can form a coherent answer to Cam's question. ]
Oh-- uh, nah, not... as such... no. [ The truth is, while he doesn't get asked out by all the parents all the time, he's definitely had to fend off his share of advances. It's kind of his policy: never date the students' family members. That he's even on this date right now, with Cam, is kind of a happy accident.
He would've said no if he'd known it was a date in the first place. Because that's just... how he does things. ]
Just the first one I said yes to!
[ SAVED. ]
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[From what Cam's heard. Musicals aren't exactly in his realm of expertise. His musical tastes lend to the popular eighties to nineties variety. He's a man of culture. That said, his profession can be boiled down to making offers people can't refuse. Bridging gaps.]
But I hope you know I would've given you the tickets either way.
[He reaches across the table to touch Jeff's hand. He doesn't leave it there, that would be too bold, but he does let his fingers linger over the other man's knuckles. Cam smiles, hand falling away to fill their glasses again, naturally. A little more liquid courage is needed.
The truth is Cam's more nervous than he lets on. He hasn't been on a date in some time, never mind the fact Jeff is his daughter's teacher.]
Are you... currently looking?
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Then again, music is just. Kind of his thing. He's always excited for it. ]
Yeah, well... [ Jeff struggles for a moment to piece together what he's trying to say, get the words in his head and out his mouth without stumbling like an idiot. His eyes flicker down when Cam's fingers brush his knuckles, an odd flutter running through his heart at the touch. And though his fingers twitch a little in surprise, he doesn't move his hand away. It's not like when the odd flirty mom or bar lush strokes his hand. There's something adorably shy and uncertain, at odds with the man he'd assumed Cam was. (The Mr. Waltz of the other teachers' hushed, fearful whispers.)
It's a surprise, but a pleasant one, because he likes this version of Cam a helluva lot more than the stern, quietly dominating man he'd taken him to be. ] I'm glad I didn't take the tickets and run. This is more fun. For me, and, uh, I hope...
[ You. YOU KNOW?
As to the question, uh. That takes him a moment. Jeff finally moves his hand, to scratch the back of his neck, at the hairline. ]
Ahh... Not... actively? I don't really put myself out there, if we're being honest. Between work and Mel-- Melody. My daughter. [ Wait, Cam already knows about Mel. WHAT AN UNNECESSARY EXPLANATION. At least he looks chagrined. ] Who you know about! So I don't know why I mentioned that!
[ HA HA. HA. Here, maybe he can put on a charming smile and salvage. ]
I might be a little rusty, can you tell?
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[There's something to be said for a little rust. Jeff's honesty, and subsequent awkwardness, are refreshing in comparison to the last handful of dates Cam's been subjected to. High-powered men with too much money and not enough class, all too aware of their own importance, all using the same lines, all looking for the same thing, and so certain they'll get it Cam can't help but take pleasure in denying them, even if he ends the night the same way he started. Alone.
He's got a reputation among the elite, gay Gifted community. Too often it feels like people are more interested in chasing the Cameron Waltz rumours than Cameron Waltz himself.
Maybe he is hard to get, and his tastes are too specific, and his standards too high, but he's forty-three, and if he's going to bring a man into his life, into his daughter's life, he'd rather have his standards set too high than too low.]
Between work and JJ, I don't have much time to fool around. As in, I'm not interested in 'keeping things casual'. I'm too busy for casual. I invest my time. I don't spend it frivolously.
Not to say I'm not enjoying myself, or that this would be a waste of time if this is our first and last date. I've enjoyed getting to know you, and I feel more confident with JJ in your hands.
[Now who's rusty? This is a date, not a statement of terms.
He rubs the back of his neck, inhales his wine, and is silently grateful when their server appears in the nick of time with their dinner. It's an artfully plated lamb-shank sitting atop a mound of braised vegetables and couscous upon a large, single platter. For sharing.
Cam shifts closer to Jeff, setting his napkin over his lap, feeling very conscious of the other man's shoulders.]
So, you can eat this on its own, or pair it with the breads and other dishes and get creative with it. But you need to try it with the mint.
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But it's a funny little reminder that, yes, this is in fact the same man who makes him so anxious that he has to do a hit before meeting Mr. Waltz for dinner.
At least the twinge of "deer-in-headlights" fades the more Cam descends into rambling. Ha. Now they're on equal footing. Jeff doesn't say anything just yet, but there's an amused spark in his eyes as he takes a drink and lets out an agreeable mmhm. Hopefully Cam doesn't take that as Jeff laughing at him in some way.
But now the lamb's here, and god, it looks like a feast. If he thought the bread was good, then this... is probably going to be transcend-fucking-ental. The smell of the spices alone...
The only thing that pulls his attention away from the lamb is the way Cam shifts closer to him, their shoulders nearly touching from the sudden closer proximity. It's impossible not to be mindful of the heat of another person beside him, or the smell of his cologne, spicy and a little smokey. Jeff's not sure if he finds it particularly tempting on Cam, or if he wants a bottle of the stuff for himself.
At the enthusiastic tutorial-- HOW TO EAT DELICIOUS TUNISIAN LAMB-- Jeff breathes out a short laugh through his nose, a sidelong look at Cam as he reaches for some bread to pile the lamb on.
The next words that come out of his mouth are completely the product of weed and wine driven impulse. ]
Anyone ever tell you you're cute?
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