Christmas is for lovers

[reformingfury]

If Dave was nervous and fidgety before his first date with Maxxie, he's pretty sure he's ready to pass out right the fuck here. Which would be disastrous with all the candles around.

Big romantic gestures aren't something he's used to, but it's Christmas Eve and he really wants to make tonight special for him and Max. So he'd gone all out, or at least with what he thought would be in their comfort zones. Dave ran all over the city for the best candles, slow burning with little drip and no smoke. Nothing super girly smelling, just clean and relaxing scents for the few that were perfumed. He's just grateful that the shadow people about are still helpful when they interact with the actual island people. Or he'd already have fucked this up. Now he's got three dozen lights burning a soft glow around Maxxie's room and he steps back, glad that this part looks good.

He also got food set up on a little impromptu picnic spread on the floor. Maybe he should have taken Maxxie to a really nice restaurant or even taken advantage of the markets and cooked something a little more advanced from the end of his cooking classes, but the simpler foods still made from gourmet organics all over the city seemed more like something they could casually enjoy. It doesn't help that it brings him back to that first date.

Reaching into his bag once that whole spread is done, Dave flushes deeply as he pulls out the last purchase for the night he has planned. Gulping as he looks at the items he bought as a precaution in one of his wanderings to Chelsea, he decides to put them in a drawer by the bed. No need to be completely presumptuous. But also no need to be unprepared.

For a final touch, he plays a bit of music, something softer from Maxxie's iHome and turned low just for ambience. Dave looks at his hard work and sighs, mentally going over his plans.

Food, check. Mood setting, check. Neat clothes and clean breath? Yeah, check. Supplies? Glancing back at that nightstand, Dave checks that off too.

Nerves? Maxxie's presence? Not check yet, but Dave is breathing deep and trying as he watches the door for his boyfriend. He expects him to be back soon, at least. Dave can't wait too much longer for what he has to say, and he feels like he left that pass after Halloween. But not anymore.

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[just_dance_it]

The whole New York thing is still fucking fantastic and Maxxie hasn't gotten tired of it yet. Even if there's nothing big to do, no plans, he still loves just strolling down the streets. A real city, a city he hoped to live in one day, with real city life. With the shops and the restaurants and the shows and the sights, the only thing missing for Maxxie is a real audition. He doesn't bother with trying to sniff one out; it's still the island and it would still go nowhere. It's nice, actually, to wander around and not have to think about anything he has to do. He can focus on himself, on his friends. It's kind of ridiculously cool how everywhere he looks, he can see something he thinks Dave might enjoy or that he would want to share with him.

And sometimes, yeah, he sees things that remind him of Marshall or Tony. But it doesn't hurt to be reminded of them anymore.

It's Christmas Eve and he knows he's spending it with Dave, but he doesn't know what exactly they're doing, so Maxxie holds off on coming home for as long as his curiosity will permit. It's not that late, but the sun's definitely well on its way down by the time he opens his door.

He stops just over the threshold, blatantly staring at the... really sweetly romantic setup. A smile pulls itself across his face when he makes eye contact with Dave.

"Shit, babe," he breathes, clearly impressed.