The Good Times and the Bad Times
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guitar_voodooFor Nexus prompt; 1. "You can't scare me off that easily."
Mick had gotten together some glasses and cutlery on the kitchen table within his and Ziggy's apartment because he wanted to spend a romantic evening with the singer. Today was around the five year mark since he'd met Ziggy and become a Spider from Mars. That fateful audition day where the Brit had nearly run away and thrown his career down the toilet because of how his emotions had ruled him. One touch from Ziggy and the guitarist had taken off in flight out of the studio and back to the train station. That day had been filled with a torrent of emotion at just seeing Ziggy for the first time, not knowing if he was a boy or girl or both. Weird and Gilly had no clue either and it was just a tidal wave of confusion that had swept the young guitarist up.
But those days were far behind him now and Mick was moving on with his life with Ziggy. A life which now included being engaged to the singer and wanting to spend the rest of his human life with an alien, with an Anthean. It caused the blond to smile internally as well as feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Of course Mick still got nervous around certain aspects of Anthean culture, more because he wasn't used to it or didn't understand. Yet, Aletayria and Tom would surely help with that part as the couple eventually got married and move forwards in their relationship. There was also Tommy, who was more Anthean than anyone, aside from Aletayria. All those cats he had. The thought alone caused Mick to giggle softly.
"Ok, now it's time for me to get some drinks for our meal tonight. Wine? That sounds like a good option."
Mick now talking to himself as he pulled out some red wine from the fridge in the kitchen and checked the label. It was one Hunter had given some band members because the flamboyant Swede always liked to keep a well-stocked fridge himself, stuffed full of wines from all over the world. Californian wine was good and tonight Mick and Ziggy would share a bottle or three.
"Hope you like this, Zig. It's for us. For sticking with me and putting up with me being a daft bastard at times. No more running though. Never again. You can't scare me off that easily now. You're stuck with me."
The guitarist grinning because he knew Ziggy would eventually come back to their room and find the table set out with two plates and two glasses of wine with a red scented candle set in the centre of the table. It was a romantic dinner because Mick had been cooking but with Hunter's help of course. The guitarist couldn't be allowed to cook alone because he'd blow up appliances or set the place on fire so the Swede had assisted in a majority of the cooking. Mick, peeling the vegetables and putting them into pots to cook.
"No blowing up things tonight, Ronno. This will be a perfect evening for Zig. Am I forgetting anything?"
Looking around, Mick placed some napkins next to the plates so they could wipe their faces after eating. Something his mother had always taught him was good table manners. What was the time even? Mick now checking his watch noting it was around nine O'clock. Ziggy should be in soonish because he'd been talking with Aarne and Joe downstairs about something. Mick had opted to dress in his white silk shirt and matching pants because this was a romantic dinner. No scruffy t-shirts and jeans tonight.
Mick had gotten together some glasses and cutlery on the kitchen table within his and Ziggy's apartment because he wanted to spend a romantic evening with the singer. Today was around the five year mark since he'd met Ziggy and become a Spider from Mars. That fateful audition day where the Brit had nearly run away and thrown his career down the toilet because of how his emotions had ruled him. One touch from Ziggy and the guitarist had taken off in flight out of the studio and back to the train station. That day had been filled with a torrent of emotion at just seeing Ziggy for the first time, not knowing if he was a boy or girl or both. Weird and Gilly had no clue either and it was just a tidal wave of confusion that had swept the young guitarist up.
But those days were far behind him now and Mick was moving on with his life with Ziggy. A life which now included being engaged to the singer and wanting to spend the rest of his human life with an alien, with an Anthean. It caused the blond to smile internally as well as feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Of course Mick still got nervous around certain aspects of Anthean culture, more because he wasn't used to it or didn't understand. Yet, Aletayria and Tom would surely help with that part as the couple eventually got married and move forwards in their relationship. There was also Tommy, who was more Anthean than anyone, aside from Aletayria. All those cats he had. The thought alone caused Mick to giggle softly.
"Ok, now it's time for me to get some drinks for our meal tonight. Wine? That sounds like a good option."
Mick now talking to himself as he pulled out some red wine from the fridge in the kitchen and checked the label. It was one Hunter had given some band members because the flamboyant Swede always liked to keep a well-stocked fridge himself, stuffed full of wines from all over the world. Californian wine was good and tonight Mick and Ziggy would share a bottle or three.
"Hope you like this, Zig. It's for us. For sticking with me and putting up with me being a daft bastard at times. No more running though. Never again. You can't scare me off that easily now. You're stuck with me."
The guitarist grinning because he knew Ziggy would eventually come back to their room and find the table set out with two plates and two glasses of wine with a red scented candle set in the centre of the table. It was a romantic dinner because Mick had been cooking but with Hunter's help of course. The guitarist couldn't be allowed to cook alone because he'd blow up appliances or set the place on fire so the Swede had assisted in a majority of the cooking. Mick, peeling the vegetables and putting them into pots to cook.
"No blowing up things tonight, Ronno. This will be a perfect evening for Zig. Am I forgetting anything?"
Looking around, Mick placed some napkins next to the plates so they could wipe their faces after eating. Something his mother had always taught him was good table manners. What was the time even? Mick now checking his watch noting it was around nine O'clock. Ziggy should be in soonish because he'd been talking with Aarne and Joe downstairs about something. Mick had opted to dress in his white silk shirt and matching pants because this was a romantic dinner. No scruffy t-shirts and jeans tonight.
