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Date Night

Poe x Charles Lee Ray

Word Count: 1848

Tag List: @the-schizotypal-cryptid @fangedwife @ghostlyvenus @heavenshipped

Summary: An average date night between Poe and Chucky (human).

Warnings: To quote my own writing, Charles and Poe are just two very passionate, very aggressive people with dark hobbies, so their conversations are less than “normal.” Suggestive content because lets face it Charles/Chucky is kind of horny on main at times. Gambling (alluded to). Food, alcohol, and smoking mentions. One use of the F slur because this is set in like late 70s/early 80s, essentially before Charles becomes Chucky. Ideas of murder but nothing actual.

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“Are we going on a date or not?” Charles asked impatiently as he stepped toward the front door.

“Yes, alright, we’re going,” Poe shook his head exasperatedly as he grabbed his purse, “you’re the one that suggested we go out!”

“Then let’s go!”

It was always like this when it came to date night. One of them would make the plan, and up until the last minute they’d be going back and forth with miscommunications. But by the time they’d finally gotten out the door, they’d be on a smooth course. So it wasn’t the biggest problem in their lives.

The couple slipped inside Charles’ dented 1975 Mercury Bobcat and headed into town. Initially, it was just going to be a “drive around and see what catches our eye” kind of night.

“Bowling?” Charles asked, pointing out a building. Poe folded his arms and looked at his boyfriend skeptically.

“Chuck, last time we went bowling you spent most of your time at the slot machine in the back rather than actually bowling.”

Charles pursed his lips sheepishly. “Right.”

“How about the arcade? That’s a good use of our quarters, right?”

Charles shrugged but drove to the local arcade. “Sure. Can’t think of anything better to do…” His eyes wandered up and down Poe as he parked. “Except for maybe you.”

Poe snorted and rolled his eyes as he exited the car. “The night’s just begun and you already want to have sex?”

“When don’t I when I’m dating the sexiest piece of ass on this planet?” Charles playfully groped Poe’s rear as the two entered the arcade.

“That’s a pretty bold claim when we live in the same age as people like Prince,” Poe growled seductively just thinking about the singer. Charles rolled his eyes, not really getting the whole “idolized celebrity” thing, but to each their own.

“Gee, what am I, chopped liver?” He asked in mock-offense. Poe laughed and squeezed his arm.

“You know I wouldn’t trade you for the world, Chuck. Even when you’re being a dick. C’mon.” Poe dragged his boyfriend over to a Rampage cabinet to start the night off with a little competition. The arcade was fairly vacant, the music and alarms of the game cabinets becoming a familiar drone in the background while neon lights gave the couple’s skin unearthly tints. Standing shoulder to shoulder, the two mashed buttons and talked shit for about an hour and a half before the singular employee expressed a want to close up for the night.

“Ahh, one more game?” Charles tried, passing the employee fifteen bucks. He was obviously an older teen or a freshly twenty-year-old with persistent acne, and he was tired, just wanting to go home after a long day of making sure kids didn’t wreck the machines.

“Are you trying to bribe me??” The employee asked, bewildered and yet still monotone. He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Whatever, just do whatever you need to do and get out.”

Charles shrugged, taking the money back and confidently striding over to a claw machine. “Babe, whaddya want?” He asked over his shoulder. Poe gave a sympathetic look to the employee, knowing Charles wasn’t going to leave until he got something for his lover, before wandering over and peering past the glass.

“That one.” Poe pointed to a lamb plush. “I’m gonna absolutely mutilate it with modifications when we get home.”

Charles smirked. “That’s my doll.~”

He placed two coins in the machine’s slot and guided the claw with determined concentration. Fail. Fail. Fail. He growled lowly, smacking his fist on the dashboard.

“Dammit!”

“Please say you’ve given up,” the employee begged quietly in the background. Charles shot him a murderous look over his shoulder as he purposefully placed another two coins in the machine. Poe rubbed Charles’ shoulder soothingly.

“You can do it, baby,” he assured his boyfriend, kissing his jaw. Charles relaxed slightly and inhaled through his nose with a faint whistle before attempting to get the plush again. On his fifth try, he finally scooped up the toy and dropped it successfully into the chute. Poe retrieved it and gleefully thanked Charles as the two left, finally allowing for the employee to lock up for the night.

“Where to, now?” Poe asked, one hand holding Charles’ and the other protectively clutching his prize. Glancing at his watch, Charles concluded it was nearly nine-thirty.

“Convenience store? Then we can hit up the VHS rental… head home…” Unable to help himself, Charles strong hand ghosted over Poe’s thigh as they got back into the car.

“Sounds good to me.”

~~~

At the convenience store, besides the employees, Charles and Poe were the only adults. A group of punk-looking teenagers loitered, shooting the shit and grabbing snacks from the shelves. For the moment, the couple paid them no mind, going to grab their own purchases. However, an uneventful moment was interrupted by a spitball getting lodged behind Charles’ ear.

“Hey--!” He growled, whipping around to look for the culprit. The teenagers held their snickering well, avoiding looking Charles directly in the face.

“They’re just kids,” Poe hummed without even looking as they compared the prices on two microwave popcorn brands, “don’t let it get to you too much.”

“They’re not getting to me…” Charles huffed, moving on to the liquor section of the store. With their boyfriend away, Poe faced their own problems with the teens.

“Didn’t your moms and dads ever teach you not to stare?” They asked as they set their chosen brand of popcorn into the basket, along with a package of powdered donuts.

“What are you?” One of the bolder teenagers asked disgustedly. Poe’s head snapped up.

“The fuck’s it matter to you, huh?” They shot back aggressively, strutting forward. “You dress punk, sure, but if you really understood the attitude, you wouldn’t be asking questions like that.”

The teen shrunk back, though Poe was about a foot shorter than him.

“And haven’t you got anything better to do than trash this little convenience store before going who knows where?” Poe continued. “Do your parents know where you are? Hm? Are you going home to them after this, or are you going to do some stupid shit and get yourselves killed or jailed?”

“Take it easy, teddybear.~” Charles cooed from behind them, hands on their shoulders to keep them from taking any swings at the kids. “Already forgot what you told me?”

Poe huffed and shook their boyfriend’s hands off.

“No…” they shot the kids a look before going into the next aisle, Charles not far behind. “I just knew I could handle them better than you. You would’ve just yelled at them. Maybe even stabbed one of ‘em if they really got you riled up, and then where would we be? Date night, ruined. Cops, called. A minor’s blood, spilled.”

“Oh, shshsh-shush.” Charles hummed, tapping a finger against Poe’s pouty lips. He kissed their forehead and added two six-packs of cheap beer to the basket. “Anything else you want?”

Poe grabbed some assorted candies and tossed them into the basket before approaching the counter. Before they could pay for everything and get themselves a pack of cigarettes, Charles grabbed himself a cherry slushie for the road. Poe could’ve sworn they heard one of the teens mutter something derogatory at them as the two left, but managed to keep his cool.

“Somebody is going to die. Very soon.” Poe seethed as Charles backed out of the parking lot, looking amused.

“You’re so cute when you’re feeling murderous.~” He cooed.

~~~

The final stop of the night was the video rental store.

“You go pick us out something nice, I’m taking a smoke break,” Poe waved off Charles as they stood in front of the store.

“Still pissed about those kids??” Charles asked with only slight concern.

“How can they parade themselves as punks when I swore one of ‘em called me a fag on our way out?”

“Poe, baby, forget about it. Your sexy, sexy wrath isn’t worth a bunch of idiot teenagers.”

“Yeah, I know…” Poe sighed as they took one of the cigarettes from its package. “You got your lighter?”

“When do I not?” Charles handed it over before slipping inside the store. They sat on the sidewalk and smoked their bitterness away, having an idea of what Charles was looking for inside. Their predictions were as so; he’d walk out with three films. Something gorey, something sexy, and something flat-out obscure, possibly plain bad.

The two had a film passion in common, but for different reasons. Poe loved the behind-the-scenes work and Charles took characters and their motives surprisingly seriously, ranting about them for hours when given the chance. Poe remembered actors’ names and faces, Charles riffed on corny pop references. And it was always trouble finding something they had whole-hearted agreements on.

And of course, there was Tiffany, Charles’ girlfriend. When the three of them got together for movie nights, it was chaos. Tiffany liked the classics. But for Charles, if it wasn’t in colour, or if it wasn’t black and white and comedy, he’d sleep right through it. By the time Poe had finally calmed down a bit, Charles returned to their side, and with exactly the kinds of films they predicted.

“It’ll be nearly eleven by the time we get home. Which one are we gonna watch, we’ve got a week and a half.” Charles informed Poe as he showed them the tapes in the car. Poe examined them, beginning to feel tired. They finally gestured to the horror one, and Charles’ disappointment was evident.

“I know, I know,” they waved their hands dismissively, “Chuck, I’m really not in a sexy mood tonight, alright? Let’s watch some heads get smashed in and go to bed.”

Charles sighed dramatically and set the tapes in the backseat.

“Whatever you say, doll…”

“Look, I’ll make it up to you, stud.~” Poe turned Charles’ face to their own, kissing up his jawline and ending at his lips. “Okay?”

He stole a confirming kiss, though his was much rougher.

“Yeah, alright.”

The two drove back home, with Charles eventually having to carry his exhausted boyfriend into the house. Seeming to have a change of heart, he lovingly set them down on the bed with their snacks. He half undressed from the formal-casual look he had put on for the evening and turned on the TV, putting the chosen tape into the VHS player.

“Comfortable?” He asked Poe, who had already sprawled out on the bed and was snacking on the donuts they had purchased.

“Mm-hm.”

“Good. I’ve already seen this one, so I’m going to take a shower.”

“Have fun,” Poe joked, already distracted by the TV. Charles allowed himself a soft chuckle as he walked down the hallway and to the bathroom. He really did love his boyfriend, even when their forms of communication seemed less than routine. They were simply two passionate, aggressive individuals with dark hobbies. They’d kill for each other, and they’d live for each other. Whatever the future had in store for them.