Re: Sebastian and Hunter
Hunter nodded slowly at him, a little peeved that he'd interrupted but not terribly offended. Acceptance was acceptance, even if it was clumsy and a little dumb. He finally got around to drinking his buttery nipple - which tasted perfect - and set the glass down again. "Sebastian was showing me his bartending skills, you can't have him back until I'm properly drunk."
“Riiiiiiiiiiight,” Sebastian said, raising a brow. “So you’d be naked why?” He appreciated Greg making the effort to apologize, even if it wasn’t exactly pretty. It was the thought that counted, right? Hunter didn’t seem as horribly offended as Sebastian was worried he might be, so that was a good thing. “Definitely don’t care,” he agreed. It was such an understatement. Sebastian smiled when he realized Hunter was making an effort to keep him there, bouncing a little on his toes. God, he was doomed. So doomed. “He got a late start,” he told Greg. “I’m helping him catch up.”
"Aww shit dude," Greg all but shouted as he let go of Sebastian and patted his pockets looking for a flask that was long gone missing. "You weren't at the dance? I punched the - spiked the punch! It was so good." Fuck, no flask. He nudged Sebastian again in a way that made it all seem terribly urgent. "Bash, make him more drinks!"
Hunter laughed at his antics though his attention was on Sebastian. He didn't mind, it felt like there was a secret moment there, but maybe he was yet again projecting his wishful thinking on him. He was also feeling the effects of the shots, his ears and neck a little warmer and a nice calm slowly coming over him. That fog between him and the rest of the party was fading and he didn't feel so out of place anymore.
“You totally punched the spike,” Sebastian laughed, swaying when Greg nudged him and nodding back. “I was until you so rudely interrupted,” he grinned. “You left your flask in the car, back at your house, before we walked here. It was empty, remember?” he offered. That was before he’d had a few shots of his own, so the memory was pretty clear. He was always glad they lived in the same neighborhood as Jules. It made getting home after so much easier. He looked back at Hunter, considering his options. “One more, then you should probably wait a bit. What do you want?”
"Nah that was flask one," Greg said because he might be drunk but he remembered his booze. "I had a second one and I left it-" he trailed off and started thinking about it a little too hard, making Hunter laugh again. "No, I finished that one too, but that was in the house... It's in my jacket. I think." He was mostly rambling to himself now as he tried to remember and stepped away from Sebastian to look around the kitchen - as if that might help.
Hunter watched him for a second then turned his attention back to Sebastian. He was right, he probably should slow down a little but he didn't want to. "Something sweet and strong," he said and it wasn't meant to be suggestive but it definitely felt like it was as soon as he said it. "Not a shot." He wanted something he could hold onto for a bit, even if he didn't drink it all at once. If Sebastian made a drink as good as those shots then he might finish it too fast anyway.
“Did we not leave your jacket in the car too?” Sebastian asked, though he wasn’t overly concerned about the location of Greg’s flask or his coat. His attention was split, half watching Greg, but unable to take his eyes off Hunter. When Greg seemed distracted, like he might wander off, it felt like it was just the him and Hunter again, though he realized it had never been just them in the kitchen. The party continued around them, music still blaring in the background. “I can do that,” he smiled, the words not lost on him. He turned, grabbing the amaretto and two glasses. “I need one myself.”