Re: Capital: Misha/Damian/Jason
Jason wasn't actually at the bar all that long, five minutes, maybe. Nobody actually gave him a drink order, so he came back with a veritable taster of drinks, something for everyone. He figured they could give the extras to the audience and make some new friends, right? And what was the point of having money if you didn't use it every once in a while to buy a weird collection of cocktails, straight whiskey, and beer?
Jason hustled with his crowded tray around the edge of the stage, ducking his head so he didn't totally block everyone's view of the person reading from sheets of paper who he'd been busy ignoring since he walked in. He set the tray down like a server on the short table in front of the couple. "Dinner is served." Then he plopped down on the opposite side of the couch from the two tangled lovebirds.
He already ditched the cigarette on his way in, so now there was nothing for his fingers to do but drum on the back of the couch, while they two of them wrapped every available inch around each other. It was...weird? Not just because Damian was his brother, blood or no blood, but because he never realistically thought he'd see Damian wrapped up in anyone. Not like this, not like two pieces of string in a knot. He didn't know Damian was capable of getting this wrapped up. All the questions about what did and didn't make relationships were making a lot more sense, now that he saw the two of them in a pile in public. Plus the making out outside, obviously.
"Were you two talking about me?" he teased. He took a beer for himself from the crowded tray. He really did mean it as a joke - he never would have guessed that two people so clearly into each other would be talking about the guy who crashed the party while he was off getting drinks. When he'd glanced over his shoulder, he briefly saw both of them tense up, but now they were big spoon and little spoon.