‘WHAT. Howsthis fair?’ Sebastian frowned. Not at all amused with the news that the bar was closing. He frowned at Blaine, though he liked the arm around his waist, so he didn’t object to it, right then. He was still confused as Blaine spoke again, though he hummed then. ‘Gonna take me home, Blainers?? ’ He asked, in a pleased humming tone. ‘’ll go home w’you, Blainers. No. No coffee. Say it with me, Killer. Tequila. Little
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cups. Things.
Tequila. No coffee.’ He repeated, to make sure he was being understood. He chuckled softly. ‘-Too small to be carryng me, killer.’ He tried to get his face on Blaine’s neck, but the bending made him feel nauseous so he gave it up. ‘Your like. The bEST. Gay. Hero. Killer. Way, best. Better. Best.’ Frown. ‘Than Rage.’
“How bout Tequil-a-no and coffee-a-yes?” He grinned at his joke? and then grunted trying to support the brunt of Sebastian’s sloppy self. The drunkard wasn’t heavy but his height and swaying? Made the need for fancy footwork to keep him upright. “Yes, I’ll take you home. No– it isn’t what you’re thinking. If you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking. Or will,” he bunched up his nose and gave Seb a ‘you didn’t follow much of that’ glance. He laughed as they staggered into fresh air. “Now–now you get how awkward this is! After we get past the crowd! Let’s try to make it to the sidewalk? And-that’s-my-neck!!”Sebastian’s nuzzling was another off-kilter throw to their weight balance. Blaine miraculously recovered and turtlenecked to ease away from Sebastian’s breath on his skin and pouted thinking the broken words over. “Best, gay and hero I get but–Rage? You mean Rachel? You’re losing me, buddy.” Where was the cab usually parked near the door? They could use it now!
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