Date night

[shooting_blind]

Saturday has been enjoying his time (most of it) with Jessica and the day the three of them were together was mostly painless. In exchange for Zev being so sweet and understanding and patient about the lack of sex going on between them Saturday made good on finding those Swedish pills. He folds two of them carefully in a small white square of paper

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[thecompanymutt]

Saturday is always on time and Zev is always not quite ready. It might be intentional. It's hard to say. Whatever the cause, when he opens the door his shirt is still unbuttoned.

"Ooh. Flowers and candy for me?" He smiles slyly. "I hope you aren't pressuring me to put out, Saturday." He takes the flowers and breathes them in. He knows Sat is still real old fashioned and he'll suffer almost any kind of corniness for a man as gorgeous as Saturday.
"Come on in. I'll be ready in a minute."

[shooting_blind]

Saturday was sort of confused when every time he showed up he'd have to wait on Zev to get ready. Was he not giving the man enough time, was his clock early? Eventually though he realized he liked hanging out before they left and watching the man put the finishing touched on his outfit. So it works.
Tonight he's taking Zev to Mardi Gras. His usual suit has tails when he walks inside and his shoes have spats. He kisses Zev's cheek (but not after checking him out).
"Not tonight!"
Saturday is chipper. It's covering a bit of nervousness.

"O didn't want to come so I asked her to keep Jessica company. I don't think Jess could handle the festival in your world."
Saturday might be imagining it to be worse then it is.
"I brought a mask too."
He hands the gifts over and brings out two from the inside of his suit jacket. One is pure white and plain. The other is black and red. Both just cover the eyes.

[thecompanymutt]

He shrugs. "Pity. Chocolate cocks are an easy in."
Zev sets the flowers and candy on the coffee table and finishes buttoning his shirt. A silk tie is waiting on the back of the couch and he slides it off to hang around his neck.

"It's a little debaucherous, yeah. Not too terrible, though. It'll be nice being just you and me, though."
He smiles at Sat, hoping it doesn't sound too excited. Zev hasn't minded spending time with Jess and O, but he really misses having Saturday to himself.
"Heh. Which mask is mine?"
He ties the deep maroon tie over his black shirt as he asks.

[shooting_blind]

"Filled with booze! But actually I wanted to try something else tonight. I know you've missed some one on one time. I have too."
Saturday slips the white mask on. The eye holes curve and point up on the ends making him look more feminine. The white mask looks almost upsetting when shiny black holes through the holes instead of eyes. The shade of the mask is too close to his actual skin color. The entire affect makes him look like a ghost. His voice is a faraway shyness.
"I want you to be inside of me tonight."

[thecompanymutt]

"Oh, if only all of them were like that."
He would suck a lot more cock if they were liquor filled. They'd find him hammered out of his mind in the men's room of various gay bars. He'd never be hard to get a hummer out of, that's for sure.

Zev tightens up his tie and takes the mask, slipping it on and sliding it up on top of his head. Saturday's makes him look amazing and mysterious. He doubts the mask does as much for him.
Then Saturday hits him with the big surprise. Zev gawks for a second or two.

"Sat.... Are you sure, baby?" He didn't like the options for how that could happen when he'd heard them.

[shooting_blind]

Sat smiles at the way Zev's hair is slicked back with the mask on his head. He likes the slicked back mob Russian thing Zev has going on so often.
The poor guy looks more worried then Sat wishes he was right now. He feels bad that this moment couldn't be as special as he wants it because Zev is too smart not to just forget the consequences.
"I'm sure."

He stands on his toes for a kiss.
"It'll be alright. It's easier to control when I'm cycling down. I'm on my third day now and I've been busy with Jess... I'll drink a little tonight and we should be able to do this before I crash."
Day three, as Zev would know by now, is Saturday's usual cycle end where he passes out and has to sleep for a long time. He's hoping Zev's wish for butt fucking and slim knowledge of the dope will allow him to buy this lie.
"I just.. I'm a little afraid of going down for the count mid coitus so I didn't want to try this. But I think it's the safest way."
He knows full well the safest way are the pills. Saturday will heal and there is no chance he'll hurt

[thecompanymutt]

Zev holds the kiss a long time, curling an arm around Saturday's shoulders. He doesn't know if he'll ever get tired of this. Kissing Sat is always so much better than he imagines.

He finds Saturday's explanation suspect, but he wants to believe it. It makes sense enough for him to force himself to buy it. At least for now.
"Alright, but if you drop out during, I can't promise I won't still finish."
Zev chuckles and kisses Sat again.

[shooting_blind]

"I accept that."
Saturday smirks at him, glad his lie worked. He can use Jess as an excuse not to spend the whole night and Zev never has to know he was sick afterward. He holds onto Zev's waist and kisses along his jaw.
"Ready to go?"
His hand lowers down to grope slightly at Zev's ass.
"I can't seem to find the PIN point...."

[thecompanymutt]

"Good."
He smiles back. He might be kidding. He might not.
Zev won't really like Saturday leaving after, but it's yet to be seen if he'll let his boyfriend escape after sex or not. What is certain, is that going anywhere seems a little unnecessary now.

"Mmm. No?" Zev grins at the way Saturday feels over his ass. "Keep looking, I think you're on the right track."

[shooting_blind]

"Maybe I'm looking in the wrong place. There doesn't seem to be any sort of phallic object back here. I'll check back throughout the night. After a few drinks this might change."
With his hand still on Zev's ass Saturday touches the side of his face. He has a great face. Saturday doesn't think his has any character.

"Lets get inebriated and rowdy in public."
Saturday uses his own pinpoint to flash them into an alley where a college kid is already hugging the wall and trying not to piss on himself.

[thecompanymutt]

"Very possible. You should keep track."
The more comfortable Saturday gets with himself and with their relationship, the happier Zev is. For one, his own sexual appetites are never satisfied. For another, he's glad when he doesn't have to worry about saying anything suggestive around his boyfriend.

"Sounds like a plan."
He plans to get Sat at least a little drunk. It will help him be relaxed. However, Zev is going to try not to get too far gone, himself. He wants to be conscious enough to take his time with Saturday.

He laughs at the poor bastard wasted against the wall and hooks an arm around Sat's shoulders.
"Want to get a drink or something to eat before we hit the parade route?"

[shooting_blind]

"There'll be plenty to drink walking around, but we should eat something first. Maybe I should have put up out of city limits. It'll be hard to find a place... but I have a serious hankering for crab salad."
Saturday moves out from under Zev's arm, but then takes his hand. There is still the nervous looks around when he does and he's tense about it. Being comfortable with him is different then being comfortable in public. He always thinks they'll be attacked.

"I don't know this city very well. Is there somewhere you like to eat? I'm sure everyone serves sea food."

[thecompanymutt]

"True. And there are plenty of places to eat."

He has to wait until they're out of the alley and have a look around to get his bearings. It's been a while since Zev's been in New Orleans. Once he knows where he is, though, he starts leading them off.

"There's a place on the corner that's usually pretty quick and should make a very decent crab salad."
Though it's not really Zev's thing, he can go by the other dishes he's had and seen there.

He keeps hold of Sat's hand, even though he was never much of a hand holder before Saturday.

[shooting_blind]

Saturday is ripped out of Zev's loose grip as his nightmares all come true in one swift moment. He never even saw it coming. Sat is viciously attacked.

A bleach blond in a black halter and loaded with beads barrels into him, pinning him against the brick wall, mostly with her breasts. Saturday looks horrified as she breathes stale booze into his face as she drunkenly scares the piss out of him.
"Oh my god!! Wanna come paarty!?"
Two girls with her are just as drunk and can hardly get themselves together to pull their friend off even if they were so inclined. Instead they are grinning at Zev one of them slurs something that might be a question of how tall he is. Saturday pushes the girl off him, holding her back with out stretched arms.
"I'm married!"

[thecompanymutt]

"Excuse me."
It's a veil of politeness and all that the girls get out of Zev as he pushes his way past them. He taps on the Saturday's assailant's shoulder, but doesn't give her much time to respond before pulling her off with one big hand on her shoulder.

"You're barking up the wrong tree, princess. Go find someone else to sober up next to tonight."

[shooting_blind]

The other two aren't sure what to make of Saturday. He looks like something from a hellish carnival with his tails and plain mask. But Zev is very tall and very hot. The move in careful high heeled steps to block his way and stick their assets out far enough it's a wonder they don't topple.
"Hey, we wanna party with you."

Saturday doesn't know what the fuck to do in this situation. He hasn't been in it since high school and even then it was troubling.
"We're looking for a crab salad..."
The girl that was pulled off him giggles madly and then looks confused.
".. What?"
With her friends covering Zev she wobbles back an goes for a full on grope, still laughing.

"Hey!"
Saturday grabs her wrist. She laughs out an 'ow!', but is too drunk to really feel the bruises he's giving her. He pulls her closer and begins to whisper to her.