A Legion Xmas Story - Chapter 10

[Phil 5,119]

A Legion Xmas Story

 

Chapter 1 - @stevo

Chapter 2 - @DollarAndADream & @Molholt

Chapter 3 - @sterling & @Phil

Chapter 4 - @Victor

Chapter 5 - Hotel Breakfast

Chapter 6 - The Swap

Chapter 7 - Lighter Spirits

Chapter 8 - The Paradox

Chapter 9 - Last Christmas

 

 

Chapter 10 

 

Zach and Debbie were slightly apprehensive. Max had invited them out again tonight for drinks but he seemed oddly, and very un-Max-like, nervous about it. Zach pitched a rather ludicrous idea to Debbie that he was only nervous because of how they had ended things that last night. Zach and Samantha had kissed on the cheek, Max and Debbie had done the same, and then in a spur-of-the-moment, why-the-heck-not- kind of decision, Zach and Max, and Samantha and Debbie had done the same. It was just odd that Max was now acting all weird - but not in an embarrassed kind of way.

 

At least if things started to get uncomfortable, they could use the excuse that The Toronto Legion Christmas Party was the next evening, so they didn’t want to stay out too late, given that last Christmas party ended at roughly 4am. So with their get-away excuse ready, they headed out to the Swan & Firkin Pub.

 

Max and Samantha, on the other hand, were a little surer of things – some of the time. As they got ready, they discussed how they were going to make their moves. They’d sit opposite each other, Max on the same side as Zach, that way they could both “feel” out how the other responded to their advances.

 

“But what if they definitely don’t want any of it?” Samantha asked. “I wouldn’t want to force them.”

 

“I will bet they’ll need a good shove in the right direction, but they should warm up to the idea.”

 

“But what if they don’t?”

 

Max stopped for a second, as if that thought had never even occurred to him. Pausing and thinking of the possibility for a moment, he shrugged off the doubts and tried to assure Samantha to do the same. They soon afterwards headed out for dinner.

 

When they arrived, Max and Debbie had already gotten a booth and beckoned them over. They both got up to greet them and exchanged rather awkward hugs and sat down in the same seating arrangement as previously discuss by Max and Sam.

 

“Soooo,” Max drawled, cracking the ice. “What do you guys feel like drinking?”

 

 

The atmosphere was so tense you could give it an hour-long massage and it would have done nothing. 

 

 

 

[DollarAndADream 3,356]

TENSE AS FUCK