Through to You ((Oliver & Kiezzer))

[praiseofblood]

Keizzer smiled. "Just trust. Their food is very good, they don't get much business here. Not many know of them."

[ode]

Oliver grunted and waited until Kiezzer ordered for them before asking, "Might I aks where you are from that you have such an accent?"

[praiseofblood]

Keizzer spoke Spanish quiet well, but he turned his attentions to Oliver. "I am from, very far away from England. Not many know of my home." he said, enigmatically.

[ode]

"Try me," Oliver asked, he was very well learned in geography."

[praiseofblood]

"I am from the southeastern part of Russia." he lied smoothly. "Very small village."

[ode]

Oliver listened intently to his voice and shook his head. "No your not. That is no Russian accent I have ever heard. Don't you trust me? I wont tell."

[praiseofblood]

Keizzer smiled. The male was a bright one, but human. He wouldn't understand. "You would not be able to understand. I cannot tell you." Keizzer said, looking at Oliver. "You would not believe me."

[ode]

"Why not?" he adjusted his eyeglasses.

[praiseofblood]

"Cause it is an unbelievable story of course," Keizzer said. "You must make deal with me."

[ode]

"What deal?" Oliver asked with a blink. This felt secretive. he'd never had someone share a secret with him before.

[praiseofblood]

"If I tell you, you keep it secret. And you go out on a date with me, yes?" Keizzer said, leaning over conspiratorially.

[ode]

"A date?" Oliver sounded quite bewildered. Why, even when he'd learned he was gay when the man had kissed him, it was by accident. The fellow had been drunk and...

No one had ever asked him on a date before.

"What sort of date?" He needed some clarification here.

[praiseofblood]

Keizzer tilted his head. "Food, eh...conversation. A date," he said, looking at Oliver.

[ode]

"Assuming I agree to this date," Oliver mused, "Would I be expected to share in the cost, do you suppose?"

[praiseofblood]

Keizzer frowned. "No, of course not."