feel a little rush, I think I've got a little crush on you

[spah]

Texas Hill Country is about what you'd expect it to be. Carved-out hills, big trees, green grass, and bluebonnets nearly everywhere. It's a beautiful little chunk of state, and it's not a shocker than there's more than a couple vineyards out there.

Dell pulls his truck up to one of them now, a picturesque little place with rolling fields and a ridiculously lavish front. It's not Tuscany, but damn if Texas doesn't try. The mercenary checks his watch.

Yep. Just about noon.

"Knew that shortcut'd work," He says out loud, beaming, more to himself than the man next to him. Speaking of the man next to him, Dell looks up to gauge his reaction.

He hadn't exactly TOLD Spy where they were going, just that it'd be a surprise while they were here, and a promise that Dell wasn't introducing him to his parents. This was a good a time as any to sneak out together for a while, grab a hotel, and spend the weekend together without tiptoeing around the base.

Stealing kisses and touches could be pretty damn thrilling (especially when one of you can turn invisible) sometimes it's just nice to not have to sneak around with your... boyfriend? Partner? In between? Something like that.

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"Well, at least they try."

Spy steps out of the truck as well, sleeves rolled up and jacket tossed over his shoulder. It's hot in Texas, but he's gotten used to Southern heat by now, and he likes to make an impression. (Don't worry, Dell; in the off-chance that this place isn't that fancy, he's also packed some casual wear. He's meeting halfway!)

He looks up at the winery contemplatively as Dell explains about the restaurant and tastings and the fact he made reservations. His smile remains, charmed by the thought he's put into this.

"You were planning this for a while, weren't you?"

[spah]

Engie glances in Spy's direction, his smile turned knowing. He's not wearing goggles, for once, and his blue eyes crinkle with the look of someone very, VERY pleased with themselves. He opts not to brag, at least.

"For the most part, I got lucky. Reservations opened up about a day before we left, and I moved some last minute plans around."

The merc motions for Spy to follow him down the travertine path leading up to said Tuscan-esque building. He steps over a iron scrollwork bridge over a small stream (artificial, of course), which lead up toward an enormous terracotta fountain.

A little much, in Engineer's middle-of-nowhere farmboy opinion, but he keeps that to himself. He slips his hat off - yes, the white Stetson - and fans his forehead.

"Original idea was about the same though. Winery I had in mind is pretty popular with locals and tourists, though, would've got crowded fast. Nowhere near Hill Country, either."

Engie keeps close to Spy, not touching but still at a more-than-friendly proximity. He's in a good mood, wanting to keep near his... well, whatever Spy was by now. Not quite a fling anymore, but not a boyfriend either. He's having trouble putting a label on it.

But that's fine, honestly. Dell was happy to take this wherever it was going, glad to just spend a day with him.

"Reservations are for whenever now that we're here, though. We can check out the wine-tasting room or eat something first. Or walk around the vineyard. Your choice."