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[yumenope]

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[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... )

[chronicgambler]

[That laugh sends Dice's heart soaring, even as drunk as he is. There's a noticeable lean toward Gentaro as he puts the glass down.]

We don't usually drink much... I figured you didn't like it or I'd take you out more.

[yumenope]

I tend to be a handful, as you’ve seen. ( read: he’s embarrassed how loud and chatty he gets. that’s all there is to it. )

Besides. ( he leans in as well to whisper ) I don’t think either of us can handle that boost to certain of my ( he hooks a finger loosely in the fabric of dice’s collar. ) carnal desires.

[chronicgambler]

[The management regrets to inform you that Dice went from 0 to horny in like 2 seconds.

Dice's grin shifts into something... feral as he leans into the touch.]

I wanna see it.

[yumenope]

Ah, ah. Not here. Not in public.

( his hand strays up— and then gently bops dice on the nose as he turns away to order another round of shots.

don’t worry, he will be ruthless later. )

[chronicgambler]

You are the worst date ever...

[WHINE.

And yes, he does bat at the offending finger much like a cat would. But shots are coming, and Dice orders something a little sweeter this time, a mixed shot, something he thinks Gentaro will actually like.]

I had one of these earlier. It tastes kinda like... apples and melons?

[yumenope]

( gentaro is curious about it. he trusts dice for most things, so why should this be any different?

with a grin, his hand that isn’t playing with the shot glass drops to his fiancé’s knee, and then squeezes. and then drifts up just a bit. )

I’m allergic to apples. ( a beat. ) Just kidding~

[chronicgambler]

[Dice looks at him in horror for a moment when he says he's allergic because he has definitely bought Gentaro apples before... and then...]

Oi, oi, oi! You can't troll me on my pre-birthday!

[yumenope]

I’ll keep that in mind.

( denied. but his fingertips keep gliding up and down dice’s leg. )

What would you like to do tomorrow? Assuming you aren’t dreadful hungover.

[chronicgambler]

[Dice's eyes skirt down to that hand, smiling rather absently. It's... distracting.]

You.

[Grin.]

Nah, but seriously, I wanna spend the whole day with you, like I said. I was thinkin'... We could go to the casino? I wanna show off my lucky charm.

[yumenope]

I don’t see why not.

( his hand roams back down to dice’s knee, squeezing it. while he doesn’t spend his free time at bars or casinos, he isn’t entirely opposed to the idea. after all, it may serve as inspiration he’s so desperately craving. )

Should I wear lace? ( it’s a joke...! )

[chronicgambler]

Oh fuck yes!

[He says that a little too loudly, laughing. The lace sounds great to drunk Dice. He loves everything about Gentaro, dammit.]

Man... how'd I get this lucky? Seriously, I thought I used it all up gambling on dumb shit.

[yumenope]

( he’d been joking, but maybe he ought to revisit a certain lacy outfit from the night they finally started dating. for old time’s sake.

gentaro leans his cheek against the back of his free hand, admiring such the wonderful view he has of his fiance. )

Careful, now. I don’t want to hear your vows until our wedding day.

[chronicgambler]

You sure?

[Dice slides off his bar stool--he has hit critical drunk--and drops to a knee beside Gentaro, taking the hand that had been on him prior. Winking up at him, he kisses the back of Gentaro's fingers... Then stands up again, cackling.]

Nah, you'd die if I told you what I really think! [Leaning to kiss him on the cheek.] More tequila?

[yumenope]

( now he’s painfully curious. gentaro glances from dice to their empty shot glasses. this is certainly going to be a night to remember — or have a spotty memory of, to say the least.

a nod. )

More tequila. And more words. You’ve sparked my curiosity. ( he reaches up to gingerly slip his index finger under dice’s chin to guide their gazes back together. )

[chronicgambler]

[Stay curious, Gentaro. Oh, wait. That finger is... too hot... Dice swallows, then grins as he looks right into his lover's eyes.]

You're my best friend. Ever. And I gotta give you everything I got, because you deserve it.

[yumenope]

( gentaro’s face turns a deep scarlet. his hand slips off his chin and he smiles, if not a bit flustered. )

We’re going to have sex, and keep at it, until you physically are unable to tonight.

( aaand he turns quickly back to order their shots. )