Re: Gabe/Rafe - 7:05 p.m., snack table
"I'd like that," Rafael said, smiling bright enough to match his golden attire. After another small squeeze of Gabriel's fingers, Rafe drew away, drifting toward the bowls that held their drinks. He poured a small cup from each; he frowned after a quick taste test revealed neither contained any alcohol.
"I didn't think to bring liquor," he mused, returning to Gabriel's side. "I guess that will have to wait for our afterparty."
He pulled Gabe closer toward the food, more to keep his hands on him than out of any real desire to eat. He chewed his lip as he stared down at the offerings there, finding everything a touch too macabre for his liking. His smile began to fade. "Didn't anyone tell them you eat with your eyes first?" he complained. "I understand they're trying to be creepy, but..."