For Davin - Francesco's

[jamesthorn]

Unfortunately, in Davin's case, there have been some roadblocks, but on James' insistence and unwillingness to let those two assholes get away with claiming self-defense and illegal use of magic against them, the judge finally heard out the real evidence and he should have a warrant by the end of the afternoon. It's not that people didn't believe Davin, but there is an anti-magic bias throughout parts of Siren Cove's judicial sytem. Luckily, James has resources being a Thornton, and he made a few phone calls to push through the case. 

He called Davin earlier that morning, asking to meet at Francesco's, so he could give him the good news. There's a table waiting for James when he makes it to the restaurant because there's always a table waiting for the Thorntons, especially in such an upscale place. He takes a seat and waits for Davin to arrive.

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[jamesthorn]

When Davin takes his hand, James makes an apologetic face. His family's horrible history and his mother's murder, really isn't conversation for the lunch table, or public. Besides, this was supposed to be a happy celebratory meal. For Davin. "You're right. We should skip the family conversations. I assure you it's all downhill from there anyway," he says, picking up his water and taking a sip. He clears his throat after a moment.

"Aside from the obvious, how are things at the shop? Have you found replacement help? I assume that might be difficult during the holidays."

[davin]

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that," Davin says softly, tilting his head and giving him a concerned frown. "If ya ever want t'talk about any of it, I'm here for ya. I just didn't know if you'd want to."

He gives James a reassuring smile and sits up a little, but he's unable to hide his pained expression when he's asked about the shop. "Nah, not yet. An' one o' the other guys quit after all the drama. So it's just me, Jason, an' Henry, who does good work but he keeps to himself. I haven't found anyone new yet an' Jason's only part time so I'm kinda workin' 'round the clock. Lots o' people comin' for tune ups before Christmas road trips. It's been crazy busy, but I can't complain. I'm happy t'have the work."

[jamesthorn]

People don't often ask him about his family. It's probably the united front of 'no questions please' all of them put out in public. Though he also thinks most of the sordid details are in the town history books up at the library and all the new stuff is splashed in the tabloids. What is even left to tell.

He does appreciate the gesture from Davin and he smiles at him for a second. "Thanks. It's okay. I don't mind," he says, but he definitely doesn't want to ruin lunch. Besides his been fielding phone calls all morning from his father, a nice lunch with his friend is so much better. "It's good you have the business. That's really great. I'll keep an eye out for anyone looking for a job."

[davin]

"Well, ya know where t'find me," Davin tells him, smiling warmly and then laughing a little. "Oh god, please do. I feel like I haven't slept in days."

And he hasn't, not really. But that's for a whole slew of reasons. The food gets delivered and Davin straightens up a bit, spreading the napkin out in his lap and smiling politely up at the server. "Thank you. It looks delicious."

He turns to James with an eager grin and picks up his fork, twirling it around his fingers with his magic once the server walks away. "God, this smells so good. I can't remember the last time that didn't come out of the microwave or styrofoam. Or both."

[jamesthorn]

James follows Davin's cue when the food arrives and places his napkin over his lap and picking up his fork. Sometimes it's nice to have a good meal. He takes a bite from his plate and peers up at Davin, eyebrow raised.

"You mean you don't have a personal chef?" he asks.

[davin]

"Did ya just make a joke? I'm so proud." He wipes away a fake tear and then rolls his eyes fondly, shaking his head as he stabs his fork into the pasta. "No, cute little rich boy, I don't have anyone t'cook for me."

[jamesthorn]

James takes another bite of his pasta, pleased with himself, at his own joke. "Really? That's too bad. All, us, rich kids have somebody," he jokes, not missing the fact that apparently Davin thinks he's cute. "You're not going to judge me if I say we have staff, right? Well, I don't have staff. My father has staff."

He looks up taking a sip of water because he always feels strange talking about how his life has been so privileged especially around others who haven't led the same lifestyle. It can feel like bragging. "I have a really nice kitchen that I don't use though. It's mostly take out for me too."

[davin]

"I don't judge people for havin' staff. I judge people for braggin' about havin' staff." He gives James a flirty wink and takes another bite of his pasta, turning the fork over in his mouth and sucking the tines clean before pulling it away. "Ya saw my kitchen. It's a very tiny travesty. Maybe if I had a big kitchen like yours, I'd try t'cook more. Can't be that hard, right?"

[jamesthorn]

"It isn't hard," James agrees picking back up his fork to have a bite of pasta. He looks at Davin offering a smile. "I'm not saying I can't cook. I just work a lot," he says. He works all the time actually, but he can cook very well given the opportunity. That's why his house has as nice of a kitchen as it does. He had fancied the time and energy to use it when he built the place. Things just hadn't worked out that way.

[davin]

"Well then, you'll have t'take a night off an' show me what ya can do," Davin says with a smile, and then he realizes how it sounded. His eyes widen slightly and he takes a long drink of his water. "Wow, this pasta's great, huh?"

[jamesthorn]

James just smiles, not reading much into the suggestion, because it would be nice to have a reason to need a night off from the station. His busy schedule is partly his own doing, but there's not exactly anyone hounding him home either. It's a vicious cycle.

"That'd be nice," he says, agreeing.

[davin]

Davin's heart soars for a moment, beating wildly in his chest, before he realizes that he's being stupid. It doesn't mean anything. He swallows hard and nods, smiling a little as he gathers some more pasta on his fork. "Yeah, it would be."