Thank you. Don't want to be ruining this suit! [He beams, wiping off the mess and going back to eating and sipping his margarita.
It's relatively quiet after that, Wade focused on eating and devouring everything on his plate. It's all so good. He even feels a little buzz from the margarita since they'd given him the kind that could actually circumvent his healing.
It's nice. And he's smiling to himself as he eats.]
[ Since Fraser is sipping his drink slowly, with food, and is absolutely not going to order a second one, he's only getting slightly buzzed himself despite his lack of experience. He'd probably get in his head about it if he weren't enjoying himself so much, otherwise, but he is. The food is amazing, and food is one thing he'll allow himself hedonistic enjoyment of, when he's in a good mood. Although he doesn't so much as get greasy around the mouth, he's not prim about eating—he makes happy, appreciative noises and licks his fingers and closes his eyes with pleasure, not even thinking about how it looks. ]
[Wade is eating his food like a man who's been starved to death getting his first proper meal in months, but when he starts hearing the sounds across the table, licking, and low moaning, he stops mid-bite of his enchilada to watch, eyes intent on Benton's tongue and mouth cleaning his fingers.
God damn. He lets out a soft whimper of his own and quickly tries to disguise it by shoving enchilada in his mouth.]
[ Eventually, Fraser pushes back his empty plate with a contented sigh. ]
They really are excellent cooks. We'll have to do this again.
[ He polishes off the last small, melted swallow of margarita, licking another flake of salt off the rim and glancing at Wade to make sure he did it right. ]
Yeah? [Wade beams at the idea.] Yes! We definitely should!
[He's long since finished the last of his own margarita but watches Fraser finish his and gives him two thumbs up when he licks off the salt. Good job! He's very proud of you!]
Sold. [He's not too sure about the comparatively normal part. But if Benton likes it, he's in. And once the bill is paid and they are out the door, Wade is back on Fraser's arm and glued to his hip. ] Hope you don't mind if I get a little handsy while we dance?
Score. [He makes a little woot noise. And as they are walking to Subversion, he does sneak an early squeeze of Benton's backside. What? His hands have a mind of their own! He simply can not be held responsible.]
Yes, that goes without saying. [But Wade is going to push aside those depressing thoughts and shove them in the part of his brain where he puts all of the bad thoughts where they lie in wait to bust free at random moments.
Because tonight is for dancing!
He grabs Benton's hand once they are inside and starts to immediately drag him to the dance floor.]
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I can drink both of them?
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I can slay my own allegories, thank you.
[ He touches the tip of his tongue to the salt rim, shrugs, and takes a sip. ]
Say, that's really quite refreshing.
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[And hopefully he doesn't get too drunk. But if he never drinks it might be a lost cause.]
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[ And this certainly feels like an occasion. ]
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[He grins from over his margarita, drinking it quite fast.]
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[ Their nachos arrive and Fraser shoves a handful into his face. Neatly, somehow. It seems like it should be impossible, and yet. ]
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Dangit.
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[ He passes Wade a wad of napkins on autopilot. He's already reaching for them before the cheese even lands. Once a princess, always a princess. ]
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It's relatively quiet after that, Wade focused on eating and devouring everything on his plate. It's all so good. He even feels a little buzz from the margarita since they'd given him the kind that could actually circumvent his healing.
It's nice. And he's smiling to himself as he eats.]
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God damn. He lets out a soft whimper of his own and quickly tries to disguise it by shoving enchilada in his mouth.]
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They really are excellent cooks. We'll have to do this again.
[ He polishes off the last small, melted swallow of margarita, licking another flake of salt off the rim and glancing at Wade to make sure he did it right. ]
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[He's long since finished the last of his own margarita but watches Fraser finish his and gives him two thumbs up when he licks off the salt. Good job! He's very proud of you!]
Ready for some dancing?
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[ He'll just settle the bill first, and then off they go! ]
I was thinking we could go to Subversion...?
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[ So, you know, subversive for Duplicity. ]
They have live music, too.
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[He probably won't be able to help himself.]
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[ Welp, he's blushing again, but he doesn't pull away. He thinks about it for a minute, then shakes his head. He doesn't mind. ]
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We're not dancing yet!
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[ He says it archly, but he's still leaning up against Wade as they head in, enjoying the closeness despite his complaining. ]
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Because tonight is for dancing!
He grabs Benton's hand once they are inside and starts to immediately drag him to the dance floor.]
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