“Hon Hon Hon~ Welcome to La Restaurant Louvre”
The two homosapiens stood by one another, as they silently checked in by signing their names at the register. Nodding at the front as they gestured and turned their heads over-looking for their spouses as they had no idea why two clearly-self proclaimed, gay man and lesbian woman suddenly wanted to go on ‘a business meeting’ with one another at a fancy restaurant. OR why they disappeared overnight without a trace.
Especially since said woman and man knew each other as friends since high school.
“Table for two-at the counter” The two of them said in unison. As the restaurant matire’d jotted it down in red ink next to their names-glowing red before stepping midway-looking up with those devious french eyes of his as he spoke-
“Met any Faguettes lately?”
“No!”
“No of course!”
The both of them hastily responded once again, hiding their suspiciousness with the fact that they are ‘holding hands’ in order to pass the inspection phase. Like how they prepped together hours before coming here.
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"I can't believe they're getting away with openly turning away gay customers."
"It's that Jordan Randalls. He's got connected friends."
“We have to act...straight”
“Dear lord...its like we have been sent back to the 50s...”
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“AH! GOODE GOODE! This restaurant strictly has a no fagguette policie! Come over me to your table...madam, monsieur, if you please.”
He gestured them over to their location. Unknowingly bringing in the ‘false couple’ as the stereotypically french man kept stroking his long mustache over and over like he was one of those frenchmen from the 1900s cartoon.
Unknowingly, cursing the two homosexuals as they walked down the red carpet. Shifty eyes as they did not want to blow their cover.
The man, Gareth Johnstone, was a moderately average height male in his 20s. Average for an American as he was a 5 ft 10 Asian, fair skinned to barely pass of as ‘mixed blood caucasian’ as his moderately lean frame was pressed against a steel cold-grey suit with a white dress shirt and blue tie underneath.
His shoes were polished grey, spick and span were his round face as he made sure to shave as to ‘treat the date serious’ just in case his boyfriend was up to something. Hair short, framed by a pair of rectangular specs and his husband’s left-behind rolex as the restaurant maintained a really ‘Hetero policy’. Going as a rich wealthy businessman was always a hetero thing regardless of the location and times anyway-despite the only rich thing he wore was the supposed diamond ring his husband and him wore always.
Thankfully Carrie Winnie, also had a similar-looking diamond ring as both of them were proposed by their spouses at the same park where all the gay lovers go to. Tightening her belt-which her office ‘spouse’ wore one as well, she remained steadfast as she refused to show any form of fear towards these homophobes.
Yes-She too, had rectangular specs and instead of a rolex-she wore her wifey’s pearls around her right wrist, clutching onto the asian male’s hands...no hetero but out of determination as she was intending to find her lover no matter what! Besides! She was wearing black gloves over her arms and hands, with only the pearls and ring over it.
Ain’t wanting anyone to get suspicious because of possible homophobic minds thinking women oughta have nails.
Spotting a buttoned down white blouse, with a simple dark blue colored skirt hiding the panties she wore, being a no nonsense girl with her long brunette hair tied to a knot at the side as she wore faint light purple lipstick in order to continue the charade.
Just cause she had to act straight, does not mean she would wear a dress. Being moderately fit with a sports bra underneath, she had flats covering any evidence below, as her knees were covered in stocking-she honestly hated it, as the brown-skinned, Latina Gal despised all these kinds of girly wear, but its better than...
“Over here madam, monsieur”
The two of them sat down, as the restaurant manager was about to-
“Ah! I would like to go to the restroom!”
“Me too!”
“Ah of course! Ladies on the right, gentlemen on the left”
The both of them got up and slowly walked down to their respective places, plan is to search for any traces in the bathroom for their spouses before returning-
“Search the bathroom for any sign!”
“Definitely, then report...”
“Back at the table first...but..”
Knowing very well they cannot keep this charade for long as the eyes of a pompous group shifted towards them-their haughty laughter ending without fail as though they had an ‘anti-gay’ radar.
“Just keep your calm Gareth...next location...the kitchen, if nothing is found”
“Alright Carrie...”
With that being said-both separated into their respective genders, not even realizing they will soon...fit their respective gender roles in due time.