thattimeofthemonth | Open RP Post

"Great, we'll have to figure out when to plan for this." Draco was glad to see Jake excited. It would be nice to actually show him a few things and be the one in charge. He hated feeling like he had to be shown everything... when he necessarily didn't need it. He hoped that Jake would become aware of this.

Jake had no idea what Draco did and didn't need to be shown. Hippie rich kid who was hunted by the mafia or some shit? There was a whole world of no idea on what Draco did or didn't know. The whole minefield bit was very true and it made walking with Draco.. difficult.

But kind of really exciting, too.

"Since next weekend's spoken for, maybe the weekend after?"

[How's that the weekend Jake finds out Draco's missing sort of thing?]

"Sounds good. I'm going to have to start writing all this down," Draco replied somewhat amused by all of these sudden plans. He hadn't been this busy in a long time and it felt nice.

"You're not going to get into trouble for taking all this time off are you? He never worked before, but he also didn't want his friend to get into trouble for trying to do all these plans. These plans could always wait.

[That can work!]

Jake's brows went up, then he waved his fork a little to dismiss the idea. "Weekends are always booked up, so I never get hours there. I work during the day as much as they'll let me. Really, I should probably get another job or something but... Part time jobs aren't my thing."

He looked thoughtful about it, leaning back. "I've thought about becoming a writer. Or-- something that works with people. Everyone's always saying I'm good with people."

Draco simply smirked since he didn't have input there. He really didn't even have to work, but he wanted to. It would be the only way to earn his own name.

"What about working for the newspaper? You usually interact with a lot of people with that and get to go to various events depending on what you write for," he suggested.

"Huh." Jake looked thoughtful about that, pausing to look up at the ceiling before he grinned slowly. "Yeah. I could see myself doing that. Journalism... it would be a fun gig, huh?" He peered back to Draco. "Get to meet a lot of interesting people and write. Though, getting involved in politics..."

He smirked. "Piss my parents off more."

"It's something to think about. You could probably find out what area you enjoy writing the most for and stick to that." Draco replied glad to see that it interested Jake.

Politics was always never a good topic to discuss with a lot of people. He often kept quiet when his parents got into a heated debate. It was safer that way. "I tend to avoid the discussion."

"I've never..." He shook his head. "I just wanted to find the right thing. What calls to me. I know it's pretty foolish and I've got my head in the clouds, but I don't want to be doing something I hate in twenty years. I know some time the perfect opportunity is going to come into my life."

He gave a nod in understanding. "Just don't get too lost in your dreams. Opportunity can show up when one is least expecting it as well. It's also all about forming connections."

He couldn't stress connections enough, knowing how much the Malfoys had progressed through the connections they had formed.

Jake looked up to the handsome guy he was currently eating dinner with and gave a grin he couldn't help. Sometimes, good things did just walk into your life when you least expected it. "Hmm. Connections. Not sure I have much in the way of connections, unfortunately. You're in the know... who would you say is the best to connect with?"

Draco folded his hands on the table having finished eating. He gave it some thought before continuing the conversation.

"It really depends on who you want to be associated with. I honestly can't help here. But I can provide you advice on what to do," he replied.

Everyone he knew were not people Jake should associate with or could associate with. He didn't know anyone in the Muggle world. He was going to have to learn who to associate with as well.

Right, the kind of people Draco and his family must have been associating with... probably not for the better. Still, every thing he ended up hearing about the Malfoy family only made things more and more confusing when he tried to piece it together. It was like there was something he was missing, and a little part of him wondered if maybe Draco was making the whole thing up. Not the kindest thought, but it was all so strange.

"I'm all ears, then. I've thought of doing a lot of different things, though journalism never came to mind. Maybe opening up a comic shop. Not exactly a lot of things in the area for that sort of thing. Like working with Lucky, thought about going into something with pets, but that usually involves a doctorate, doesn't it?" He chuckled at his own words, knowing it wasn't really true.

Draco hated the fact that he couldn't tell the full story. He knew alone it sounded outlandish. There seemed to be no other way he could explain things. He only hoped Jake wouldn't tell the rest of the group as he knew they wouldn't believe one word. If Jake was willing to roll with it for now, Draco would do his best to continue to tell as much truth he could. He just wondered how much longer Jake would continue to believe or accept it.

"Well I'll show you a few things just as you're taking the time to show me things. You're helping me, I'm helping you sort of deal." He said after a while.

Jake hadn't said anything about the stranger things Draco had told him. It seemed pretty confident, and while they might be new as friends, he wasn't the kind to go telling people other people's secrets and issues. Maybe it helped that it felt like he had a little piece of this otherwise weird, good-looking guy who had shown up out of no where.

"Sounds like a deal to me," Jake agreed pretty readily, then suddenly had an idea. "So, dessert here, or there's an ice cream place down the place if you'd prefer?"

"Ice cream sounds pretty good," Draco admitted. He also didn't mind the walk either. It would help use up his nervous energy. Granted, it hadn't been a bad night so far. Awkward, but not bad.

"Then that's what we'll get." Jake flashed a smile to Draco but wondered about that tone in the other's voice. He'd hoped for a good date, but he wasn't so sure that Draco was enjoying it as much as he. He'd just have to work a little harder, that was all.

When the bill came though, Jake snagged it quickly with that waggle of the brow. "I invited you out, so it's my treat."

Draco had been about to reach for the bill, only to realize he hadn't been fast enough. "Fine, as long as I get to pay for the next one," he replied with a grin. It also let Jake know as well, he wouldn't mind going out again with him. The nervous energy was all on himself and not directed at Jake.

It was so strange to having someone else pay for his meal. Even with his friends he had usually been the one to pay for everything. Not that he had minded. At the same time it felt nice to not have to pay.

"Deal." That brilliant smile, the kind that shone in his eyes, as he dropped a credit card onto the bill with only a quick glance. Not so much showing off as not wanting to make a big deal out of it - his paying or the price. He definitely didn't have Draco's money, from what he can tell of the other's lifestyle, but he wasn't unable to support himself, either.

Plus, Draco had definitely just made him a lot happier with the 'next one' comment. Even if it was a touch on the uncertain side, he hoped it meant that Draco was enjoying himself enough that there might be another date. With the camping trip next weekend and what sounded like a trip into London after that, he made some mental plans to take on not just as many hours as he could at work, but do some other odd jobs as well. Lawns, lifting, whatever.

Once the bill was settled, he gave a small gesture just outside the restaurant's front door. "Just a couple of blocks this way. It's one of those fancier places where they'll mix things in, but it's local. I've kind of fallen in love it."

Draco couldn't help but smile. He had to admit that it liked it when Jake's smile showed in his eyes. Probably, because he never was around people that genuinely smiled. He followed Jake out the door.

They had one similar near the school, but of course there were different flavors. He doubted he would see those at this one. He assumed there would still be good ones to try out. Traditional was always good too. He gave a nod in response and walked alongside Jake. He also used the time to familiarize himself with the area some more.

Jake walked with his hands in his pockets, still a small smile playing on his lips. His body read easy and open, happy. He was having a good time.

"So ice cream and the book store. Should take us pretty late." He glanced over, studying Draco. Wondered a little how far the night would take them, but he wouldn't push. "Anyone expecting you back by a certain time?"

"No, they know I would be back pretty late," Draco replied. "They would rather see that I'm out and enjoying myself instead of being staying home all the time doing nothing."

While Draco appeared relaxed, he still couldn't help but be on guard. As he studied the area around him he was always looking for any potential trouble...mainly people he knew. He could never be as open and relaxed as Jake was.

"Is it just you and your parents?" Jake asked, looking over from time to time as they walked. "Siblings? Grandparents? Pets? What's your family like?" He phrased it a touch cautiously, knowing at least that Draco's father had some sort of mental condition and his mother, he believed, was taking care of the man. Or was it a nurse?

"Just me and my parents. No siblings. I never knew my grandparents they had passed away before I had been born. I knew one of my aunts and my godfather. We had the two Irish wolfhounds and my father had albino peacocks at one point. Those birds were loud and annoying. Glad we don't deal with them anymore."

Draco carefully responded. It was difficult to talk about them due to the combination of what happened and then not trying to reveal too much of their world. He figured for now he would start off with the basic stuff.

Jake actually choked a little when Draco got to peacocks. "Albino peacocks?!" He laughed a little. "You're joshing me. No way- you're serious. Are they even pets or do they just look super fancy? I've never heard of anyone keeping a peacock as a bloody pet... that's proper brilliant." The whole idea was almost ludicrous and hysterical.

"Irish Wolfhounds... those are the right giant ones, right? Make any man feel small."

"It was more of my dad flaunting the fact he had money," Draco replied amused.

"The dogs were our pets and very loyal. They were super protective of us and especially me. When I was younger they would put up with what ever I did to them. But let anyone try to threaten me in their pressence they would go off on the person. We had to give them when things were getting rough and we didn't want them in trouble. They're with a good family now." It was clear he missed them, but it woukd be cruel to take them back after having to give them up.

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