Tom Irwin

Life had certainly taken an unexpected turn, between what was happening with Guy (on a more or less regular basis) and what had happened with Dakin (but only once). It was, however, Dakin that he found himself thinking about more and more - he put that much, at least, down to the fact that it had only happened once, and briefly.

It was intensely distracting.

After a day spent planning lessons for when school started, it wasn't particularly surprising to find himself in a bar. The attractive red-head served him a drink and he sat, idly flipping through a paperback.

It wasn't an entirely unpleasant way to spend an evening.

Or, perhaps, somewhere, they did go for that drink.

There was a lot that Irwin was still trying to adjust to. The weather, for a start. The lack of palpable history is disconcerting. He's refusing to address the dinosaurs.
And then there's Dakin. Of course, there's Dakin. Inevitably. Irwin might have been the only one who was actually surprised.

They skirted around it for a few weeks but, in the end, it just felt inevitable. That he'd find himself waiting for Dakin with a drink in front of him.
It was just a drink. And everything would be fine.