Prompt: Baccano! - Luck/Firo/Ennis - drinking together - "You look so serious all the time."
It was a beautiful room.
Quiet, understated and full of subdued, masculine good taste. A little like its owner, Ennis thought as she examined the man standing in the center of the room, brows gently raised as he looked away from his book to Firo. She didn't fool herself that he dismissed or didn't notice her, for all that his eyes didn't stray from his friend’s face.
Firo raised the bottle he'd brought, grinning delightedly with just enough mischief to send familiar, now-habitual warmth trickling down her spine. "We've brought you something to celebrate."
Luck shut his book and let his hand lower, considering him with hooded, intent eyes. “I was not aware there was much to celebrate.”
“It’s a reunion, Luck! Don’t be so grim.” Firo tossed Ennis a grin and she moved to flank him, finding a quiet, polite smile for Luck’s inscrutable face. The other man swept a glance over them that clearly took in and understood the fluid wordless communication and coordination their bodies held, and he turned his head and drew in a slow breath.
“Perhaps a drink,” he said, finally smiling when he turned back again, “would be in order.”
Ice and glass and alcohol; the soft clink and purl of liquid distracted her while Firo swung her hand like a little boy and talked to Luck, an exuberant flow of information, questions, simple happiness. Ennis drew in a deep breath, feeling her lip curve, and shared a slow, familiar smile with Luck.
He offered her a drink and she stepped forward, bending her head to drink even as she accepted it, and their fingers brushed, lingering with a quiet, unhurried comfort. A familiarity in his eyes that was not only the calm communion of the more reserved dragged along with Firo’s exuberance, but a knowledge of contact more secure—more intimate—than that.
When they looked away, Firo had stopped talking and was leaning one hip against the desk and watching them with that bright, infectious grin and eyes made darker by something less blasé but no less full of joy and heat.
“A toast,” Luck murmured, and swept up his glass one-handed.