Michael knew the bartender, he's been to this bar plenty of times, and he shrugged apologetically for his boyfriend's behavior. He then slid his hand down Alex's back to wind around it around his waist to hold and guide him. "It's fine. I've had worse tabs." In fact this put them over budget for the month, but Michael will find a way to make it up. He's been doing that all his life.
"I've been trying to do just that," He said, now holding on to Alex's waist with both hands not that the soldier was facing him. "Trying to get you home." He couldn't help staring at those lips, wanting to kiss them, but he knew Alex didn't like displays of affection.