La nuit est allumé avec l'amour...
who. The Frenchman and the Spaniard.
when. That regretful night on June 10th.
where. A quiet little gay bar called Allumé.
what. Toni needs a hug right now, but Francis is willing to provide a little extra.
rating. Rated F for Francis.
The counter-top felt blissfully cool against his cheek-- no matter how sticky and repulsive it had looked half an hour ago when he was sober-- and he chuckled tipsily and nuzzled against it, too tired to lift his head just yet. He was only vaguely aware of Francis sitting beside him, sipping at his elegant-looking drink patiently while Antonio babbled on cheerfully about everything little thing that came to mind; from the toe that he had stubbed last week, to the mysterious lack of lefties in his sock drawers, and even the cute little way that he had taught Sr. Burbujas to do a dive in his tank.
Everything except for the real reason why he was sitting here, in a bar, plastered off his ass instead of curled up in his bed at home with Toro.
when. That regretful night on June 10th.
where. A quiet little gay bar called Allumé.
what. Toni needs a hug right now, but Francis is willing to provide a little extra.
rating. Rated F for Francis.
The counter-top felt blissfully cool against his cheek-- no matter how sticky and repulsive it had looked half an hour ago when he was sober-- and he chuckled tipsily and nuzzled against it, too tired to lift his head just yet. He was only vaguely aware of Francis sitting beside him, sipping at his elegant-looking drink patiently while Antonio babbled on cheerfully about everything little thing that came to mind; from the toe that he had stubbed last week, to the mysterious lack of lefties in his sock drawers, and even the cute little way that he had taught Sr. Burbujas to do a dive in his tank.
Everything except for the real reason why he was sitting here, in a bar, plastered off his ass instead of curled up in his bed at home with Toro.