Re: Gabe/Rafe - 7:05 p.m., snack table
"I guess they didn't know they have a chef in the building, hm? They should've asked you to help." He loosed his hand from Rafe's in favor of wrapping it around his waist (a hand darting beneath the toga for nothing more than the opportunity to be able to), pulling Rafe against his front. He kissed the other man on the cheek, leaning forward as he held his drink out with his other hand.
"We don't have to stay for very long. I'm sure you want to say hello to your friends, right? Alice, probably... I wonder if Obed's here..." He turned around, casting about for the older man. It seemed people were slowly trickling in, maybe as hesitant about the party as he felt. With everything that had been happening all month, it seemed almost like there was a dangerous build to something, the climax of the story. He shook his head, feeling silly.
"We could order out, maybe?" He turned his attention back to Rafe. "What goes well with Halloween—burgers, maybe?"