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Armande looked up at the man and he smiled as he listened to his words, nodding a few times. "Of course. Just call me when your things are finished, and I'll make sure our reservations fit." He laid down on his stomach, arms crossed and resting on the mattress while his crimson eyes never moved from the other's. "And you may want to hide or highlight that hickey." He tapped the left side of his own neck to show where the mark was that he made on the lovely blond.
 
He shrugged with a little smile. "The car is in the parking garage and there's no press on the palace grounds." Serik wasn't really looking to hide anything. "I'll have to hide it for the event though..." he added thoughtfully. Maybe just enough so that it's there but only if you look..." Oh, he was having far too much fun with this. With one last peck, the blond hustled out the door.
 
Armande pursed his lips out to have their lips connect some more. He grinned and his fingers wiggled at the other, letting him walk off. "Have fun, my dear. I will see you later." He blew him a kiss then fell back into the mattress.

He made reservations the moment he knew what time to pick up his new lover, and was far too happy to meet him. He had on a nice pair of black pants and a magenta shirt, black tie, and a black jacket over his shoulders. He walked through to the door, a single white rose in his hand. The watch Serik gave him on his wrist and a pair of black shoes on his feet. He had suits, but they were not as fancy as the ones the other got for him. So, he looked good. Letting his long hair stay down, falling to the back of his knees with the hair on either side of his face pulled back into a clip.
 
Serik's afternoon was dull, after his father had yelled at him for not returning home the night before so that he could be yelled at for his choice of date. The headlines of the morning paper, as he had expected, were exaggerated and while the official comment was printed, their actions hadn't shown "close friends" and so there was gossip, too. Serik was amused by it all, even if his parents were not.

"You are betrothed!"

He sighed. "Doesn't mean I'm going to go through with it, mother," he answered, bored, as he stood in a mirror to straighten his tie for his date.

"You must! You can carry on with your...dalliances, but discreetly, of course."

"No, mother. I will not be discreet about being with a man who I care deeply for." The doorbell rang and the blond squealed a little, running to answer it despite his mother's disapproving looks.

"It's only been one date, Serik!"

"Yes, mother," he answered before pulling the door open. "But it was what happened after the date that made me fall for him." The blond winked at her and opened the door, smiling widely.
 
Armande perked up and smiled at the man that was there. "Hello gorgeous." He smiled and handed him the rose, leaning over to kiss his cheek in greeting. He then leaned away, straightening his form some more as he looked him over, smiling some more. "You look lovely this night. I reserved a French restaurant, I hope that is alright." He hoped that it was okay. He was happy to change the reservations of the need be.
 
Sighing at his mother's pursed lips, Serik returned the kiss and smelled the beautiful rose. "It sounds lovely," he answered. The blond turned and kissed his mother's cheek. "Don't wait up, mother. Tell Father, too." He waved and left with Armande, linking their arms together. "So have you seen that we're famous?" he asked, amused as they walked.
 
Armande smiled. "Well. I've been getting a lot of odd looks." he grinned and opened the door for the other to walk inside with a happy laugh. "We can make some more news tonight." he chimed as he moved to got sit in the driver's seat, starting it up after a kiss to the other, grinning. "You look sexy, by the way. And I love seeing your mother's veins throb."
 
"I'd imagine so. Many girls are jealous of you." He wasn't trying to brag, even if it came out that way. Serik reached over and linked their fingers together over the gear shift, happy. "She's more upset that I won't marry some girl for political motives while carrying on our... Well she said "dalliance" but I think that's because she doesn't want to admit that I'm not a virgin anymore." He shrugged and settled back for the short ride. "My father, on the other hand... He's ready to disown me if I don't marry."
 
Armande arched a brow, looking over at the other and he shook his head a few times. "Well, who says marriage is off the table?" He grinned and kissed his knuckles. " Not any time soon, but just saying." He winked to the man and trailed his thumb along the back of his hand, leaning against him some more.
 
He laughed. "You have far too much downstairs and not quite enough upstairs to appease my parents' wish for me to marry, dear." The prince blew his date a kiss and squeezed his hand lightly. "However, down the road, I would be open to discussing marriage between us."
 
Armande blinked a few times. "Are they saying I have big feet and no brain?" He teased, smiling a little more. He then chuckled and nodded a few times. "I'll mkae sure to remember that." He stated and then pulled into the parking lot of the nice French restaurant.
 
"Oh I love this restaurant!" Serik was excited. This French restaurant was one of the only places that would consent to his wishes for discretion. It wasn't unusual for him to go out somewhere and be perfectly alone one moment, and then find himself surrounded by photographers and media the next. It was annoying, really.

They entered the building, hands linked and Serik quite happy. "Good evening, sire. I didn't realize it was you who would be dining tonight. If you give me a moment, I will get your usual table ready."

The blond smiled. "It's alright. Whatever table you had reserved will be fine tonight."

The greeter raised an eyebrow briefly in shock but nodded his head and lead them to their table.
 
Armande arched a brow, turning to look down at him and he sighed softly. "If we go to France, I get better attention than you." He teased, smiling some more as they followed the man to the table that he picked out. He laced their fingers and pulled him closer to his form. He was enjoying this quite a bit, and that made him quite happy.
 
He laughed, looping an arm around Armande's waist. "I'm sure you will, dear." Leaning up, the blond pecked a kiss to the other man's cheek before stepping away and taking his seat. He was starved! They never served anything good at the fundraisers that weren't explicitly dinners. "I have a tour of France at the end of the year," he mentioned while skimming the menu-he already knew what he was going to order. "You may join me, if you'd like?" The prince gave a small smile.
 
Armande lifted his head and looked at the other. "oh? That sounds nice. I can introduce you to my family." He smiled. "I know yours already, after all. though, I warn you, my father is nuts." He sighed. The man truly was strange, but he also really adored him as well.

Coming up to the table, one of the waiters smiled. He had a mohawk that was bright purple and laid down against his head. Earring which normally lined his ears taken out and in his pocket. Rings were on almost all of his fingers, happy he could at least keep those. HE looked down at the two and did a brief curtsy. "Evening, Princey-poo." Bella smiled at the man before straightening his form. "Your usual? Or do you just want a bottle of wine to booze up your date? I can spike it with something too." he winked, completely kidding. But he was basically the waiter for Serik since he never treated him like a prince. Hell, he tended to treat him more like a friend than even other customers. With them he was a little nicer.
 
Looking up, Serik smiled at the male. He let out a laugh at the offer of spiking the wine, too. "That won't be necessary," he answered with a little wink. He liked Bella quite a bit, and always enjoyed their back and forth banter. "But wine will be nice, I think?" He looked to Armande for confirmation before nodding to Bella. "And some appetizer. You pick." The prince wouldn't trust anyone else to choose what he ate.

Turning to his date, Serik smiled. "Maybe up for a little fun?" he asked. "I'm sure Bella here could...let it slip that we're here... Create a circus? Maybe we could make a few girls cry, too. Certainly my mother will."
 
Bella jotted down a few things and nodded. "Got it. Viagra in the booze, some deep fried bull balls, and you wanted me to scream that I'm having your baby?" He smirked, looking at the two and then he tapped the tip of his pen against the pad, eyes staying with two then looked over at Serik. "When would you like the circus, hm? Mid-meal so you can at least have some food?" He always was there to help the prince. He liked messing up things with him.

Armande smiled. He liked the other. He smiled some more before turning to look at the man across from him. "So... What shall we do?"
 
Serik thought for a moment before answering. "Before dessert, I think. I'd like to enjoy the full meal." The blond squeezed Armande's hand underneath the table a little and watched Bella walk away after they had placed their orders. Looking over to his date, the prince smiled. "Well, we want to keep them guessing so I don't think making out in the middle of the restaurant will work...yet. Any other ideas?" He had a few, but was curious to see what the other thought.
 
Armande trailed his fingers along his hand absently, eyes staying with his while he thought for a while. "Well. The making out is quite tempting..." he tapped his fingers atop the counter and he looked over. "I could always give you the gift that I have for you." He smiled. He had bought him just a little something, and he was planning to give it to him later, but if they could make a big deal of it, well, that would make it better.
 
"It's not a ring, is it?" he teased, laughing a little. Even if it was a ring, maybe that would make it all the more fun... Serik nodded to the idea, happy with it. "You didn't have to buy me anything, though," he added as their wine was brought by one of the runners. Their glasses were poured and the blond sipped it. "So a crazy father, huh?" he asked, changing the subject. "How crazy?"
 
Armande shrugged. "I like spoiling. I don't care that you're wealthy, I"m still going to buy you things that I think you'll like." he smiled and then shook his head. "And no. Not a ring. And if I were to give you one, it'd be one with poison in it so that you can discreetly kill anyone who bothers you. And that won't be until we're deeper in the relationship," He winked and took his wine, leaning back and sipping the drink with a sigh. It was quite good. "And not clinically. He is just very odd. Bubbly sort of fellow who doesn't quite understand that not everything should be said or thought." He paused a moment then looked at the other. "He is the sort of man that will ask someone without a hand how he lost it, can he touch it, that sort of thing. Relaly he just lacks that voice that says 'you shouldn't do that'."
 
Serik chuckled a little at the image that formed in his head of Armande's father. He seemed cute, and he was looking forward to meeting him. "So then tell me about your mother," he prompted. The brunette had met his family (not that it went over well), and Serik was curious about his. "I'm sure she's a bit more pleasant than mine is being right now, yes?" he laughed, sipping his wine and thanking Bella when he brought their appetizer.
 
Armande thought about it for a while before he shrugged. "She's very nice. She keeps him in line most of the time, though sometimes she is just as bad."

Bella came back to the table with an appetizer in his hand, setting them onto the table and smiling at the two. "Here you go." he said and then looked at the prince. "Now. That circus. Did you want a big one, or just a small one enough to hit the tabloids?"
 
He laughed a bit, happily chatting with Armande. Serik was jealous of couples who could have this kind of night together without elaborate planning and secrecy and decoys. Maybe he would take the other man up on his original offer to run away together...after he had his fun with his parents, of course. But playing with the press was always fun, too. The blond looked up to the waiter and smiled at him, thinking a bit. "Small one, I think. Once the tabloids pick up the 'story', everyone else will, too anyway. Unless you want more people's heads to screw with?" he asked Armande.
 
Armande smiled and shook his head a few times. "Nah." He stated and smiled a bit more. "I'm just happy to make them cringe. Any manner is good." He chuckled a little bit at the thought.

Bella smiled. "One or two in then." He nodded and waved to the two. "I'll make sure you're digested first." He winked and then turned to walk off and toward the other tables.
 
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