"Yeah, I guess you could say that." Darcy laughed, taking the glasses case out from his bag and held it out after shutting the door behind him.
-x-x-x-
"Lets go, Harriet is suspicious and Kasper will be home anytime." Harper said quickly, grabbing the spare helmet from where it was strapped and went to put it on.
Darcy chuckled. "Here, c'mon. Take 'em. See if you like them."
-x-x-x-
Harper got on the back of the bike after fixing on the helmet and wrapped her arms around his waist, trying to not snuggle her face into his back... yet.
Darcy smiled and shook his head. "Hey, don't worry about it. Just put them on, doofus and lets get our night started, yeah?" he smiled.
-x-x-x-
Harper scoffed in a laugh and scooted closer, wrapping her arms around his waist tighter and pressing her chest against his back with a grin as she rested her chin on his shoulder. "Better?"
"Mhmm, yeah!" Dixon reached up with his freehand to wipe his eyes quickly while taking off his broken glasses. He folded them up and tucked them into one of his pockets before going to put the new pair on. It was like Darcy had brought clarity with him. "Wow, soooo much better!" Dixon commented, grinning widely as he looked around, "testing" his new glasses out. "Seriously...thanks, Darce."
---
"Much." Griffith grinned behind the helmet and revved his engine before turning the handlebars and veering right out of the driveway and into the street. He was so looking forward to this night.
"No problem, Dix. Glad I could." Darcy smiled, watching him. "I know how frustrating it is to have busted up glasses." he said, pulling his bag off his shoulder. "Where can I set this? Getting kinda heavy."
-x-x-
Harper relaxed for the drive, content to just be close.
Kasper pulled into the driveway in time to see the bike just as it got to the end of their road at the stop sign, frowning to himself as he watched.
"Oh, uh, you can take it up to mine and Griff's room, it's the second door on the left. Don't go into the first or Flora will have a cow, she's trying to keep the nursery under wraps until Lawson's done with it." Dixon gestured towards the stairs. "I'll get the first movie going, speed through the commercials and everything." He nodded.
---
((FF))
While Natesville was far enough to be considered a whole other town in a whole other county, it wasn't too far of a ride. Griff and Harper made it to town rather quickly, stopping at a gas station to fuel up at the edge of town so they wouldn't have to do it later before heading on over to the hotel.
Admittedly, Griff was not afraid to spend his money on Harper and his dates, and tonight was no exception. He'd picked out one of the nicer hotels in town and planned a nice night out with his favorite gal.
Once they got all checked in, they headed up to the room, Griff insisting to carry both of their bags while he gave Harper the key to the room.
"Sounds cool." Darcy nodded and turned to head upstairs and to the room like Dixon had told him, biting at the hood string for his hoodie. He really hoped he wouldn't run into Lawson yet.
-x-x-x-
"Mmm, Griff, this looks expensive." Harper commented a little uneasily as she looked around while they walked to the room, keycard in her hand tightly.
While Dixon was setting up things in the living room, he was blissfully unaware of the loud, obnoxious yelling coming from his brother and FLora's room.
"HEY, HEY, HEY, I'M SORRY, SET DOWN LA CHANCLA! ALL I'M SAYING IS I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL MACHACA IS, WOMAN, AND I DON-"
"'Woman?"
"...Flora, baby, you know I-"
"Lawson...get out of this room right now, take your sorry ass to the store, and PICK UP SOME DAMN MACHACA SO I CAN FEED THOSE BOYS."
There was a loud "thwack", "thud", and a pitiful "ow".
From one of the doors down the hall, Lawson emerged in all of his burly glory, donned in a casual pair of basketball shorts and a worn out shirt. Clearly, he had no intention of leaving the house, and, clearly, he had forgotten they had a guest, as indicated by him pausing in his face-rubbing and grumbling when he saw the unfamiliar bespectacled kid.
"Ey...who are you?" He asked, making a face.
---
"Harper, don't fuss. It's just a treat, you know? You gotta do that sometimes, treat yourself." Griff explained as he followed along behind Harper, heading towards the room.
Darcy stared at the huge behemoth of a man, mouth falling open slightly and eyes huge. Oh shit. Oh fuck. This is Lawson Fitz. Jesus fuck, he looks bigger than Kasper. Oh god what if he recognizes me. Oh fuck what am I supposed to say? Your name, Darcy, your name. Oh right. "D...Da..Darcy." he practically squeaked. "Si-s-sir." he sputtered.
-x-x-x-
"Griffith, treating yourself is getting a candy bar from the store when you really don't need one." Harper crinkled her nose, heading up to the door and went to unlock it.
Lawson stared for a hard moment, squinting as he looked over Darcy. The thing about the eldest of the Fitz boys was that their faces, initially at least, were very hard to read, what with Chronic Bitchface being a very real condition they lived with. However, after a minute of a very bitter stare down, Lawson's face softened.
"Oh, Darcy, right, you're Dixie's friend." Lawson nodded, a smile breaking his previously pissy facade. He reached out for Darcy's hand. "Nice to meet you, kid."
----
"Wow, remind me to never let you treat me." Griff teased.
Darcy forced himself not to flinch when Lawson moved and practically paled with relief. He was in the clear so far. He hesitatingly reached to shake Lawson's hand. "U-uhm, you too, sir."
-x-x-x-
"You know I'd treat you better. Not that you ever let me spoil you." she said, opening the door and looking for the light switch.
"Hey now, enough with the 'sir', kid, I'm not that old." Lawson joked, flinching when he heard the door behind him being flung open.
"AND ANOTHER THING, LAWSON FITZ!" A rather petite, and obviously pregnant, woman emerged from the room behind Lawson. She waddled over ad instantly reached up to grab him by his ear, yanking him down to her level. "So. Help. You. GOD. Lawson, if you forget mis fresas con crema, I will put you in the GROUND."
Lawson gave out a piteous moan and tried to tilt his head to look at his little ball of Latin fury.
"I woooon't. Lord, why are you so aggressive? You weren't always like this." Lawson pouted, a pout that faltered when Flora yanked on his ear before letting him go. "Ooooow!" he griped.
Flora let out a huff and looked to Darcy, finally.
"...are you Dixon's friend?" She asked.
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"Damn straight I won't let you. You've gotta take care of yourself and your kid brother." Griffith entered the room behind Harper, setting their bags down by the bathroom door. "It's my pleasure to spoil you anyhow." He added.
".....Yes ma'am." Darcy said quietly, eyes huge again. For Griffith and Dixon to be such dorks, their family was terrifying.
-x-x-x-
"Don't you think I want to have the pleasure of spoiling..." Harper's voice trailed off as she looked around the room. It wasn't any five star place of course, no, but after the places she had been and while her room as Kaspers wasn't too bad, just very small, it was still... nice. Especially to her.
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