“Octopus wh-“ Quick on her heels Skye couldn’t say that he relished the thought of scarfing down raw sea food but the truth being was that he’d probably eat a number of questionable things if that meant that he got to spend longer in Lunas company. Not that he’d ever fess up to that out loud the hierarchy of power between them was already tipping in her favour enough. Somehow they ended up grabbing octopus ramen from a place that hardly looked like somewhere Luna would frequent but he played ‘nice’ well in his own way. He told her very bluntly that octopus ramen tasted like sewage chunks and that she was lucky her looks got her the pull on things. But she seemed to take his honesty in good graces because before long they made it to the next part of the evening he’d planned.

He didn’t exactly know why but gut instinct had just told him that Luna was probably going to prefer the second part of their date more while he’d be going through the motions. Keeping a possessive hand resting on the small of her back Skye guided the crimson furred beauty through a pair of huge glass stained doors, shooting glares at any strangers who he thought was dumb enough to let their gaze linger on her for longer than necessary as they passed. From the second they stepped into the fine establishment Luna would soon hear the rhythmic sounds of tango music. And upon entering the main room she would see various beginner couples attempting the basics of the dance some requiring assistance from the mentors overseeing the evening class and others just making a go at it on their own.

Skye was actually a fairly accomplished dancer because of his mother but he decided he’d keep that under wraps for now. Casually shrugging off his jet black tuxedo jacket which left him in his crisp white button up shirt he stretched his arms above his head before lowering them back down, shoving one hand moodily into his trouser pocket he offered his free hand out towards Luna while he made sure to maintain eye contact. “Would you like to dance? although let's be real we already know your're going to say yes to me so let's not waste time."    

Getting in a few chuckles of his own the confident fennec leaned in slightly across the table at the same time she did, sky blue hues glinting with glee. “Bold, effortlessly charismatic the list is endless sweet cheeks. And I couldn’t give a damn about other peoples perception of you actually.. that’s not entirely accurate.” His gaze never wavering from her own when the crimson began to tease him he felt the heat rise to his cheeks, but he purposely cleared his throat using that as an excuse to break contact in attempt to save face which only took him mere moments. Leaning himself back cockily in his seat he pushed against it so the front legs of the chair rose off ground while placing his arms behind his back. “Ha you’ve got jokes I appreciate that in a woman.”

Not phased in the least by the sudden cool indifference in her features hearing her say that they could see how their relationship would work out gave his grin a great deal of weight. “Excellent. I mean not that I had any doubts I mean c’mon look at me.” Cockily gesturing towards himself the fennec fox finally let his front chair legs clatter back onto the floor before he beckoned over glassy eyed server that had been checking out Luna earlier. “Hey bud! It’s nice to see your’re actually capable of looking  somewhere that isn’t my womans breasts. Though who can blame ya she’s wearing that dress like she’s doing it a favour right? AM I RIGHT?”  His voice increasing too dangerous volumes second time around Skye was only further encouraged when he saw the younger man flinch it was subtle and he’d tried to disguise it but oh he’d seen. Fixing his gaze anxiously on a  spot on the table the waiter shifted his weight from one foot to the other before asking. “Is there something I can do for you sir?” His smirk stretching a mile wide Skye was up and out of his chair giving the other male a rough pat on the back.  “Something you can do for me? not at all. BUT there is something you can do for her. Your’re going to drop down on your knees you snivelling sack of **** and your’re going to spend the rest of our dinner being an obedient footstool for my date here seeing you clearly liked the view so much.”

Confusion passing across the employees features he opened his mouth to start his protests only to feel himself getting grabbed by the scruff, and forcefully tossed downward. “W-Wait you can’t ser-“ His protests getting caught at the back of his  throat at the feel of something cold resting against the back his head. Skyes next words were extremely blunt. “Your’re either a footstool or I’ll paint this place red with your insides.” Trembling all over it didn’t take the younger boy long to comply and soon he was wordless and stiffly hunched over. Content that he’d achieved what he set out for Skye slid his gun away and flopped back into his seat opposite his lovely company all traces of sadism and aggression gone in a flash. “Bloody hell the help can be really difficult nowadays wouldn’t you agree?”

“Your’re coming out with me. Wear something expensive and preferably low cut I’m not getting seen out with someone that looks like sh*t. Though I guess in your case that’s a near impossibility so whatever.” Blunt as the fennec-hog had sounded when asking his crush out on their first date official date at the time there had been an undeniable amount of crimson spreading across his usually crisp white muzzle while he’d bitten the bullet and come out with it. But to his credit not once had he broken eye contact with her when asking. What he and Luna had was complicated to say the least but there was something between them. He found her overwhelmingly breath-taking not that he ever let on to her as much directly but he had a feeling she already knew. Which was all part of the fun the dynamic they shared was almost a carefully calculated game of sorts but games were almost always short lived for him. He knew exactly what he wanted now the only fact of the matter was figuring out what Lunas deal was.

Which was why he’d made ‘reservations’ at a restaurant that ordinarily he wouldn’t have been able to afford and actually put more effort than usual into appearance that meaning that he’d swapped out his designer tracksuit for an unbuttoned white dress collar t shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black creaseless formal trousers, and matching black dress shoes to suit the occasion. Shooting the rightfully terrified help the occasional threatening glare along with a glimpse of his safely concealed gun, that was insurance enough alone for his order of whiskies to come coming and champagne on ice to be waiting for the female whenever or if she choose to arrive.