Now that I'm deep into my NaNoWriMo book, there is very little I can post without there being spoilers or without confusion from lack of context. This is some buddy banter between the super-powered protagonist Robert and his cousin Jason. Jason is the first person Robert confides in, and this scene is set at Jason's house out on his family's farm. Enjoy:
Jason and Robert watched TV while they ate. Jason had recorded a college football game from earlier in the day and they had both diligently refrained from any news source that might have spoiled it for them. Jason preferred watching his sports this way, so that he could skip though half-time and commercials.
Half way into the second quarter the action slowed into a back and forth ground battle. “So how’s Maggie doing? Did you tell her about your being the hero and all?”
Rob replied, “She’s fine. And I told her over dinner last night. We went to this Italian restaurant and …”
“So you two went on a date.” Jason interjected.
“Not a ‘date’ date, we were just two friends eating dinner out.” Rob tried to re-direct.
“So the place wasn’t romantic?” Jason probed.
“Well, kind of, but we just needed a place where we could talk privately ….” Robert hoped to divert the interrogation that was sure to come.
“Oh! A secluded booth in the corner I bet …” Jason was enjoying how this scene was playing out.
“It wasn’t like that! We just didn’t want anyone to overhear …” Robert countered.
“Was it your idea or hers?” Jason pressed.
“Well hers, … I guess” Robert knew this wasn’t helping and there was precious little he could think of in defense.
“Oh, I see. And what did you two do after dinner?” Jason wanted to know how far the evening went.
“Went home.” Robert hoped to end it at that.
“So you drove to your apartment and she to hers?” Jason knew there was more than Rob wanted to say.
“She wanted to have a couple of drinks so I drove her home in her car. Later I glided back to retrieve my car. Then I drove home.” Robert hoped that that would satisfy Jason.
Jason would have none of it. “So she picked out a nice romantic place for you too to eat. Then she had a few drinks and you drove her to her place. So give with the rest of the story. You know you are going to tell me so drop the coy act.”
Robert sighed and told Jason, “Yes, we had a lovely time talking at the restaurant. And yes, she had more to drink that she would have if she were going to drive herself. I walked her to her door; she went in, end of story.”
“That might be the end, but I’m thinking that you probably left out some of the middle. Did she ask you in? Any good night kiss? Any …?” Jason pressed until interrupted by Rob.
“She did ask me in, but not for what you might think. It was late, so I passed on it. …. And I did kiss her …” Jason tried to interrupt at that but Robert continued. “… on the cheek. It was totally platonic. Immediately after that she went in and I left. Beginning, middle, and end of story … done.”
“Did she hesitate for just a small bit before walking into the apartment?” Jason had to ask for just one more detail.
“JASON! Now stop it!” Robert had already said more than he wanted to. He did remember a slight pause and a little backward glance as she went inside.
“She likes you.” Jason declared.
“We are friends, so I hope she likes me at least a little.” Robert was exasperated at this point.
“Ask any of your other female friends, they’ll tell you.” Jason said with a sense of authority in such matters.
“I don’t have any other female friends.” Robert retorted.
“So you are just going to have to make due with me. Trust me, for the next good night kiss, make it on the lips. Oh and next time she invites you in, say ‘yes’. To tell her ‘no’ twice in a row would just be rude.” Jason remembered something from a magazine that he had to endure when he last waited at the dentist’s office.
“Oh, so now you are an expert in etiquette. You should do a column for the paper.” The barb was a feeble attempt and Robert knew it.
“Alright, let’s just focus on the game. Please?” Robert surrendered.
“Okay, but only because my team is winning.” Jason relented.
As Robert drove home from the farm later that evening, he would have no memory of the rest of the game.