Pavel & Sasha & Open
Sasha seated himself in Pavel's lap and slipped an arm around the fae's shoulders once he was comfortable. He took another swig from his cup and tried, quite unsuccessfully, not to look guilty when Pavel noticed the shirt. "You weren't wearing it," the half-demon replied. "Besides, it's too small for you now anyway."
Maybe.
Probably.
We weren't going to test that theory though.
"Do you remember the first time we talked to each other at the St Patrick's day party and you told me about how you saw someone get shot in the head?" Sasha said, moving the topic on from stolen clothing. "I didn't think that we'd end up here. It's weird how stuff works out." And so he took another drink. This vodka wasn't as good as the stuff Pavel's family had given them, but it would do.