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[yumenope]

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[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. )

[chronicgambler]

[Dice opens his mouth to say something to that, but he just ends up kind of sputtering and making some noises because that was unexpected.

Once those shots are ordered, he grips Gentaro's chin, turning his head just enough so Dice can lean over and give him a solid kiss.]

[yumenope]

( gentaro sighs happily against the kiss once the surprise subsides. he smiles against his mouth and brushes a hand up into his fiancé’s hair. )

I love you. ( soft, just for dice. his eyes are bright, staying close to his face. ) What was that for?

[chronicgambler]

I mean, why the hell not? You're my fiance. I'm kissin' you when I damn well feel like it.

[Grinning, he runs his fingers along Gentaro's jaw and down his throat.]

I love you. For real.

[yumenope]

( no matter how well he can tease or fluster dice, he somehow always falls victim to this man’s charisma, even after all these months. there’s pink again high on his cheekbones as he watches their next shots be poured from afar. )

I don’t know what’s more absurd. You actually agreeing to marry me, or the fact you had the ring when the topic came up.

[chronicgambler]

The second one, obviously! That was totally a fluke. I was thinkin' I was jumpin' to conclusions. You know me...

[God, it hurts... his face hurts from smiling, his heart is full of belonging even if his head is swimming from drinks. He's just about to nuzzle in disgustingly when the shots are brought over and distract him.]

Ah, fuck... Why'd you have to be so amazing? It's like... I didn't stand a fuckin' chance when I figured out I liked you.

[yumenope]

Certainly took you long enough.

( he’s only teasing. if it isn’t obvious, he smiles just a bit brighter and says airily. ) Just kidding.

( because it took him a decent while to discern that messing with dice had very platonic and romantic flavors to it. flirting wasn’t exactly his forte. ever.

he reaches for one of the shots. )

Shall we drink to my status as a “cougar”?

[chronicgambler]

No way. We're drinkin' to your status as a total badass and more important to my fuckin' best birthday ever.

[He picks up the shot with such haste that a little sloshes onto his fingers, which he proceeds to lick off quickly. It looks a little suggestive, but that's not on purpose.]

And to me finishin' our song, and us gettin' married, and our cute-ass cats, too.

[yumenope]

( dice thats... quite a bit of toasting? but sure. gentaro doesn’t make the drinking rules. )

Yes. To all of that, and then some.

( he raises the shot glass just as his eyebrows lift at dice’s clumsy antics. )

Ah... how unfortunate.

[chronicgambler]

[His birthday, his rules. He glances up from where he just licked the spilled booze up, grinning cheekily.]

Shh... I can still get it up! Ain't that the important part?

[Maybe he should stop drinking soon.]