Dancin until dawn.

[robotdick]

[The hardest part about keeping a secret is the waiting around. Nick's better at surprises and delayed gratification than most, but even he's having a hard time keeping a lid on this one. It takes planning, though, setting up a really romantic evening, even one as juvenile and silly as this. Thankfully, between Ellie and the Vaultie's pack-rat tendencies, Nick's managed to set up something genuinely pretty nice.

Nick had thought about clearing out the upstairs, but the odds of Hancock just wandering up there were too high. Instead, he cleared out the floor below theirs and went to work. The decorations were top notch, he'd figured out how to get SNOW to play music down here. Had set up spotlights, metallic streamers, the whole nine yards.

No high school prom had ever looked more prom-like. Vaultie had even provided balloons.

He had the whole thing sewed up, prom, romantic food, he even wore the nice outfit that the Vaultie had given him. All he required now was Hancock.

Nick tried to remain inconspicuous as he meandered through the Old Statehouse, but he was dressed to the nines. The look Farenheit gave him was longsuffering, but she didn't say anything otherwise. When he finally got to Hancock's door--he knocked and adjusted his tie.]

Comments

[robotdick]

Fanfiction?

[Nick's all for a group project making a restored version, but he doesn't get a chance to say as much before Hancock tosses out something much more interesting. Nick's careful as he props his elbows on his desk, he makes sure not to set either one on that hagard comic. He laces his fingers together as he cocks an eyebrow and leans, just so, toward his fiancee.]

You tellin me you wrote fanfiction about yourself and--[He has to glance down to check the detective's name.]--Daniel here? What was it about?

[He's not mining for ideas for surprise dates, why do you ask? Shut up. This is just normal questioning of a fun aspect of his husband to be, alright?]

You sure they didn't survive? Cause...I could go lookin'.

[chem_break]

[ Hancock's seen that quizzical, carefully composed expression before (paired with just a touch of deliberately increased proximity), but somehow it hits him harder with this subject on hand. He's acutely aware of his heart beat for a few ticks of his pulse, of how his grin stretches into sheepishness as much as affection. He fans himself with his hat with more apparent gusto before replacing it on his head; a theatrical sigh rolls out of him as he pops the collar of his coat and absently rustles the ruffles of his shirt with his fingers. ]

Yeah, yeah, we all do stupid shit when we're young, alright? Just don't go spreadin' it around

[ It's not a serious concern, but this is clearly very privileged information. ]

Never even told Fahrenheit bout the fanfics. Wouldn't be so embarrassed if it was just sex stuff, right? That much ya expect, but no, that definitely wasn't the case. Made up a whole... I dunno what ya'd call it, Comic-Sona? A character based on me?

At the time, nothin' seemed flashier or freer to me than a Pirate, so...

So, yeah. I'm pretty damn sure none of 'em survived. No one needs to be subjected to little John's Time Traveling Pirate Adventure Romance. Told ya, worst blackmail I could ever think of.

[robotdick]

[Little John's Time Traveling Pirate Adventure Romance is something Nick very much wants to be subjected to. He'll have to dig around and see if he can find one of them. He's not about to get his hopes up, but if he finds one, he's damn sure going to read it.]

That might just be the cutest damn thing I've ever heard. [Nick can't help but chuckle.]

What do you say we sit down and read through this together later? I'll make a mental copy before then, just in case.

[chem_break]

[ Conveniently, Hancock and Nick both happen to know a fellow with a knack for finding rare and peculiar items. Nick's detective skills and Evaris' obsessive attention to detail and hoarding tendencies just might create the right chemical reaction here; if any duo in The Commonwealth could hunt down an apparently extinct collection of fanfics, it would be those two.

Alternatively, a trip to their own Mini Memory Den could potentially yield some fanfic specific recollections (Super Ego appeared in a flurry of comics, didn't he?) but that would require Hancock's explicit consent and effort; those things arn't off the table, per-say, but he does seem a bit sheepish about sharing the 'gory' details. ]

Always thought Sexy Pirate would be a good back up, in case Sexy Mayor didn't work out, just don't usually share the origins of the notion, ya dig?

[ The ghoul lounges upon Nick's desk whilst the wattage of his grin increases for that offer to read through his favorite comic together. ]

Yeah, sure. Can't actually think of a better way to pass the hours that don't involve some kinda addiction or friction, heh. Ya just gotta promise not to get too jealous of the first guy I thought about gettin' hitched to, deal? [ Hancock being an imp: he is in the best mood. ]