Another Time Another Place Another Date

[pullstringcowboy]

[Woody walked in where Goofy immediately greeted him and took him to his seat. Asking if he was waiting for anyone. But before he could answer, he was immediately given the menu and zoomed off saying that he'll get another menu. In which Woody sat in the seat quite perplexed, making a face. Seriously does no one listen 'round here?

He gave a sigh as he looked at the menu.]

Hm... I wonder if On a Blue Moon is any good.

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[ifyoullexcuseme]

[Basil is similarly whisked to his seat in a similarly unceremonious (and rather pointedly erratic and seemingly haphazard) manner. The hullabaloo surrounded the entire even of merely getting him to his seat has even the great Basil so flabbergasted it takes him a few moments - milliseconds, to anyone else - to notice that he's sitting across from a certain very familiar cowboy.]

Mr. Preed? I don't suppose you've any better idea of the reason we've been seated at the same table than I do.

[Of course, that was a statement. There was no possible way the cowboy could have figured this out any more than Basil had. All the detective had been able to determine by this point was that it appeared to be "Date Night", which meant more than anything else to him that he'd picked quite the horrible night to attend.]

[pullstringcowboy]

[AND SUDDENLY A BASIL. Wait-What? No-How this-huh? He watched Goofy swoosh away as Basil had a question he had no idea how to answer.]

I-It's Pride! And no I don't have any idea wh-

[Then Goofy rushed out with candles and meatball with spagetti. And chuckled "speciality for the happy couple~", and cue the violin music playing from nowhere. Was that 'Bella Notte', yup that is.]

H-HAPPY-C-C-COUPLE?? W-Wait a minute!! That's not you're mistaken!!

[Too late Goofy is gone, and you're left with a Basil, and purty violin music. AIN'T THIS ROMANTIC?]

B-Basil I-This isn't-I don't-!!

[ifyoullexcuseme]

[Basil had meanwhile started blushing fiercely the moment the candles came out, and he seems to have made quite the fair effort toward becoming part of the same physical entity that was the chair he's sitting in. Sadly, he's not doing nearly as good a job as he would like.

He attempts to say something, but all that comes out is a squeak.]

[pullstringcowboy]

L-Look ah I'm sorry this commotion was brought up, I look-I can pay for the meal and you don't have to worry about it! We won't have to talk about this. I-I mean this is pretty embarrassing and we didn't see it comi-[OH HERE COMES THE LYRICS "OH THIIIIIIISS IS THE NIIIGGGGHT"]

...

[Putting cowboy hat over his eyes, now HE is blushing.]

I am so so very sorry.

[ifyoullexcuseme]

N-No, it's quite all right, o-old chap. Y-you were not the one who m-m-made the mistake, after all.

[Basil's face is perfectly red.]

Now wh-where is that batted waiter? We need to explain this the entire situation to him posthaste, lest we run the rink of being fawned over as a couple by every member of the staff.

[Just then, a penguin comes by with a milkshake that has two straws.

Basil is now fuming so hard he's unable to form any words.]

[pullstringcowboy]

Y-Yea we need to explain this whole mistake. I-I mean, do we honestly look like-... Hey is this strawberry?

[Takes the strawberry milkshake and drinks from it.]

Oooo! Oh this is good, oh Basil, you gotta try this. It's delish.

[ifyoullexcuseme]

No.

[pullstringcowboy]

Aw c'mon, Basil. One little sip won't hurt will it?

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Has the hyper-romantic environment made you hard of hearing? I said no. I am not on a date with you, and I will not share your milkshake in a gesture that would make it appear that I am.

[pullstringcowboy]

Well it ain't like we're sharing from the same straw! Besides it's just a milkshake, not a love chocolate, thing or whatever!

How would this look like we're...

[Looking around them again.]

... W-Well if you put this in COMPLETELY DIFFERENT environment-!!

[ifyoullexcuseme]

I'm no fan of strawberry, either. I'm certain you're perfectly capable of enjoying that by yourself.

[pullstringcowboy]

Well ya can't just sit there and not have anything.

[ifyoullexcuseme]

I. Said. No.

[pullstringcowboy]

Gosh darn it, you are so stubborn!

Fine, fine, starve, or be thirsty, I don't care!

[Waves hands up in the air.]

[ifyoullexcuseme]

You act as if it is impossible for me to simply order my own drink.

[Basil does so, and when the lightly foamed milky drink comes to the table, it again has two straws.]

...

[pullstringcowboy]

[Woody looks over, as his milkshake arrived with two straws. He gave a slight blush at him, but gave a breathy huff. As he turned to sip his own drink.]

Well there, now you got your own milkshake. We don’t have to share now then.

[TSUUUUNS]

[ifyoullexcuseme]

[Basil pointedly removes one straw, and takes a sip, making much the same expression right back at the cowboy.]

[pullstringcowboy]

[Woody sipped his milkshake while romantic music played. He looked away from Basil momentarily in quiet. As the music played longer, a feeling in the pit of his stomach seemed to stir a bit. Woody slowly looked over to Basil, before blushing, and looking back away pointedly. NOPE, don’t give him the wrong idea cowboy! Just friends! JUST FRIENDS! Stop thinking things-No stop that.]

[ifyoullexcuseme]

[Basil catches that look out of the corner of his eye, and leans back from his milkshake.]

Something you need to say, Mr. Preed?

[pullstringcowboy]

No!

[Straightens up immediately, covering his mouth temporarily, before moving it back onto his lap.]

N-No. I got nothing to say. Nope.

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Every single thing about the way you're behaving is telling me that's not true.

[pullstringcowboy]

[LOOKING AWAY IMMEDIATELY, turning red.]

Wh-What? What-I-No! No of course I'm not-I mean-What behavior?!

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Just spill the beans, old chap. Come on, out with it!

[pullstringcowboy]

I-You-It's...

[Mutters under his breathe.]

Kinda... I don't mind it.

[ifyoullexcuseme]

You...don't mind it?

[pullstringcowboy]

[Rubs the back of his neck. As he clears his throat.]

Y-Yea... I uh... I don't mind...

[Looking down at the ground, and shyly back up at him.]

That... Sorry, uh, I hope that doesn't I-I mean, I mean it in a nice way really I do. I don't want it to, to uh bother you or anything.

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Oh. Well then. I- erm. Ahem. I am-...er, that is-

Ahem.

Well now. Isn't it nice to simply speak your mind aloud? Heheh.

[pullstringcowboy]

[Gives out a sigh. Then perked his brow.]

So you're... Not bothered at all right?

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Bothered? Most certainly not. Why would I be bothered over something so utterly ridiculous?

[pullstringcowboy]

[Almost spits out his straw.]

R-Ridiculous?

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Yes, ridiculous.

[Basil nonchalantly takes another sip of his milkshake, using the gesture to hide something of a frown.]

[pullstringcowboy]

How is that ridicu-Grrg, I'm being serious here!

[Furious blushing now.]

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Were you? I hardly noticed.

[pullstringcowboy]

B-Basil, cut it out!

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Oh now Mr. Prude, you're beet red. Are you quite certain you're feeling well?

[pullstringcowboy]

I am not beet red! I-I-it's really warm in here that's all!!

And for the last time, IT'S PRIDE!!

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Whatever. The temperature in the room is actually quite comfortable for me really, and seeing as you as used to the warmer semi-desert climate of the Southwestern United States, and I am more acclimated to the more temperate city of London, by all rights you should be feeling mildly chilly, if anything.

[pullstringcowboy]

[Eyeball twitches slightly, as he just staaaaares at him.]

That... Isn't what....

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Hmmmmm?

[pullstringcowboy]

O-Oh forget it! You're impossible!

[Looking away, blowing bubbles in milkshake. Tsuntsuntsuntsun.]

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Very well then, if you insist.

[Basil takes the distracted moment to let himself look just a little disappointed, but he makes sure to quash the expression with a cocky smirk before Woody looks back up.]

[pullstringcowboy]

[Looks over to see the cocky smirk and pouts as he leans back in his seat. What is he gonna gloat on this? Stupid, making him having squirmy feelings and what not. He tapped his finger on his arm, giving a slight grumble.]

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Feeling uncomfortable?

[pullstringcowboy]

[Folds his arms in a slight "HMPH".]

No, nooo I'm fine. Just... Irritated.

[ifyoullexcuseme]

Still upset over the mediocre service's insistence on treating us as a couple?

[pullstringcowboy]

[Crossing his legs now and giving a sigh. Still blushing slightly]

S-Sorta...