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[yumenope]

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[chronicgambler]

lol the guys ditched bc i said i missed u

[yumenope]

Is that all it takes? Are they allergic to emotions?

[chronicgambler]

they asid i was swhingin

[yumenope]

Swinging? Oh dear... I never agreed to this.

[chronicgambler]

whining omg

[yumenope]

I could have always come to join you. I don’t exactly have deadlines here.
Unless you were worried they’d hit on me.

[chronicgambler]

they dont hve good taste theyd never

babe

come t the bar i wanna drin with u

1/2

[yumenope]

( how could he possibly refuse such an offer? )

If you insist.

[yumenope]

( about fifteen minutes later gentaro shows up. he’s wearing one of dice’s v neck shirts, along with a nice pair of dark jeans. he had decided against his usual style, not quite liking the attention or questions he got from the curious drunks.

when he spots his fiancé, he heads over, looping his arms teasingly around his shoulders from behind. )

[chronicgambler]

[It's probably better if Gentaro leaves his nice clothes at home, anyway. They might get dirty and smelly in a dive like the sort of bar Dice likes. But nobody asks questions, it's loud with quiet corners, and because he's in the "loud" area and in mid conversation with a total stranger he nearly falls off his stool in surprise when he's embraced.]

Sorry, but you can't possibly be as hot as my fiance!

[He looks back with a prepared grin, but... It's Gentaro. So the grin just turns into a bigger grin.]

Oh hey!

[yumenope]

Hello, love.

( it’s stupidly endearing. he hadn’t meant to test dice or anything, but it is terribly adorable.

with a smile, he kisses his cheek and sits down beside him, fingertips idly pushing his hair out of his face for him. )

How many have you had? ( oh the fun is just beginning. )

[chronicgambler]

Uhhh...

[He looks at the bartender like the answer is there, but he's being momentarily ignored. Then he turns an adoring look on Gentaro, resting an elbow on the bar, and his chin on his hand.]

I had like four shots and a whiskey?

[yumenope]

Hmmmm. In how short of a span?

( given how much dice weighs and eats, that shouldn’t be terrible. he glances at the bartender and then waves a hand to order them around, gentaro opting for something fruity like a mai tai. )

When in Rome~ ( yes he’s here now to drink. you win, dice. )

[chronicgambler]

Uhhh five minutes?

[He did it all at once, Gentaro. But he's just staring dreamily at his handsome man for the moment, so does it matter that he's off by two or three drinks?]

[yumenope]

Mhmmm.

( oh dear. at least gentaro is here to make sure dice doesn’t pass out in an alley on the way home. small miracles. )

... Do I have something on my face?

[chronicgambler]

Your face is on your face!

[Dice laughs.]

Sorry! I just don't get to look at you in this kinda light too often! 's nice, like the club.

[yumenope]

( why the club. at least it doesn’t make gentaro’s face go stupidly annoyed anymore. a minor shake of his head is what he receives in response. )

Do you want to do a shot with me?

( might as well go hard if he’s here. the last time he was drunk was probably the holiday party. )

[chronicgambler]

[Because maybe he thinks the love of his life would look like a real double extra stunner in mood lighting! Gosh!

At the mention of a shot, he sits up straighter.]

Hell yeah! Wanna do a few?

[yumenope]

A few. ( he echoes it and then glances back towards the line of bottles. his gaze flicks to dice and there’s a bright shimmer to his eyes. he won’t ever back down from a challenge. )

Tequila. With lime.

( apparently they're both going to get shattered. )

[chronicgambler]

Have I told you lately just how great you are?

[This is going to hurt and he is going to like it.

He maybe just reaches for Gentaro's hand under the bar.]

[yumenope]

( and there’s a tint of red to his face already from the compliment. his hand easily twined with dice’s. )

Are you trying to butter me up for later?

( he’s very glad the shots arrive. )

[chronicgambler]

Since when do I have to butter you up?

[Grinning, taking up one of the glasses and knocking a lime into an easy to grab spot...]

You got plans later, though?

[yumenope]

Not at all. I’m all yours.

( he also knocks the lime into the shot, chuckling fondly. while he did usually have plans during the day, he wouldn’t dream of not being around for the hours leading up to his fiancé’s birthday. especially with how much progress they’ve genuinely made in the past few months. )

Bottom’s up. ( he lifts it and taps it with dice’s. )

[chronicgambler]

[A quick clink of the glasses, and Dice downs the tequila like it's nothing.

It's... not nothing. It's definitely something. And it burns going down, good heavens. He'd spring for a good bar and the good stuff, but that's all part of tomorrow's master plan. Tonight, he just...

Well. He started out wanting a night of gambling and cutting up, but once again he finds himself dumb as shit over Gentaro. His eyes are watering from the tequila's burn even though he's smiling dumbly at Gentaro.

Oh, right. Lime. He takes a chomp at the little wedge, then discards it.]

You don't get drunk easy, right?

[yumenope]

( gentaro artfully does the shot, finishing it off with the lime. it isn’t the worst he’s had by any means, but it’s also not the best. he does have the chroma to spend, but he’s planning on using a large deal of it in the coming days to spoil his gambling boyfriend ruthlessly. all’s fair in love and war.

gentaro lifts a brow at the comment, though.

and then looks to the side. and laughs, unguarded, unqualified. )

Oh, I get drunk very easily. You haven’t noticed? ( then again, he didn’t drink much and one of those times had been a chaotically large amount of booze. another had been when he and dice weren’t seeing each other. so really... )