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“Okay, but why didn’t you tell me.”
“It never came up, man.” And yeah, it hadn’t, and it makes sense that it didn't. But somehow, Steve being a literal roller skating god feels like it should have come up. Steve rolls backwards, staying totally balanced despite wearing the professional inline skates (Baycon has the ones with the 4 wheels, they cost 8 dollars to rent when they got here. Steve brought his in a case).
“Still.” Baycon’s hand stays clasped on the railing. It’s not that he can’t skate, he’s fine, he just hasn't done it in 12 years. “Christ, how often do you do this shit?” Baycon asks as Steve skates back to him and twirls to a stop.
“Uh, I used to go out a lot on the streets, but now I only really get out every once in a while. Like I said, I was really happy you asked me out here.”
“On the streets? ”
Baycon had asked Steve to a shitty, dinky roller rink, because he thought it would be fun to suck ass together, because Baycon made the usually-correct assumption that most people haven’t roller skated since middle school. Now, standing next to a rollerskating freak, he feels like a schmuck.
"Oh, let me—" Steve rolls smoothly next to Baycon, leaning on the railing and pulling out his phone. Baycon just stares, watching him open his gallery and scroll for a fair amount of time before opening a video of, Jesus Christ, Steve with a go-pro in hand and skating through the streets. "This was like a couple years ago, but it's my best video yet."
"Jesus Christ."
Steve laughs, putting his phone away and pushing back, just looking like a fu-huuucking expert while Baycon has to keep his grip on the railing just to turn and face him. He doesn't suck.
"Come onnnn, pussyyy." Steve taunts, taking way too much pleasure in Baycon's surprise.
Baycon fucking dressed up for this. You know? Oh, Steve said yes to my date, awesome. I don't know what to wear. Oh, I'll wear some pastel or some shit. Haha, for the blacklights, you know?
Not only did Steve dress up, but he's wearing the nicest outfit Baycon's seen outside of Twitter in a long time. Pink jean shorts that look magenta in the blacklight, with a thin chain across them. Already a fucking wowzer of a statement piece. Tucked into it is a soft-looking, white knit sweater, and over that, a chunky chain necklace like the ones Koji likes to wear. And the stupidly cool-looking roller skates, black and pink, with beat-up stickers on them. He looks cute. Baycon, wearing a pale t-shirt and jeans, once again feels like a schmuck.
"I haven't skated in years, man, I'm intimidated by your skill." Baycon pretends to quiver against the railing.
"D'aww, boo hoo! " Steve puts on a grating voice, pouting his lips and mockingly rubbing his eyes. "Come onnn, I wanna see you fall!"
"I'm not gonna fall."
Baycon doesn't fall. He stumbles, yes. Plenty of times. And Steve makes fun of him for it. But there's something about the way Steve runs circles around Baycon as he slowly relearns how to skate. There's something about the way the blacklight makes Steve's smile glow, and overpronounces his tooth gap. There's something about the way the rainbow lights overhead twirl around in garish displays, yet always seems to light Steve in pink.
It's a good date. Steve outperforms him, easily, and Baycon admits that the professional skating life probably isn't for him. But Steve asks Baycon if he wants to go to the skate park with him sometime next week, and Baycon says yes.