[A big, stupid grin is spread across Arthur's face, the subtle decision to lose the shirt and tie in favour of a simple t-shirt making him appear oddly comfortable in the centre of the chaos, relaxed, as he reaches for the drink.]
You were only gone five minutes. [He absently leans closer to Eames when he's settled, unaware he's doing it but always drawn to the other man, and admits quieter.] But it was five minutes too long.
[He sips at his drink and watches as the couple finish off their number, applauding when they wobble off the small stage.] That was awful. What possess these people to embarrass themselves like this?
[Draping an arm over Arthur's shoulders, Eames gives off the air of nonchalance, of happy acceptance of his entire situation, even if people do keep butchering some of his all time favourite songs. He's more that content, with the warm weight of Arthur's body nestled in beside him, the taste of jack and coke on his tongue.
He has to dug down close to Arthur to talk, or at least that's what he tells himself, breath tickling over the curve of his ear.] I imagine it all depends on the ratio of shots to actual drinks. [Faking a pout.] You mean, you're not going to get up their and shake your stuff?
[A slightest of shivers run down his spine each and every time the warm breath hits his skin, warms it briefly and leaves an empty cold in its wake. He slides his own arm low around Eames' back, wedging it behind him against the back of the seat.
The grin falters at the outrageous suggestion and his brow rises.] It'll take the entire bar to get me up there and even then I don't see it happening. [He leans in closer, catches that pouty lip between his teeth and tugs gently before releasing it.] Sorry to disappoint. [He really doesn't sound sorry, but he does sound certain it won't happen.
He takes another drink, watches as a young girl with tear-stained cheeks steps up and starts to sob her way through a cheesy ballad.] You should get yourself up there, though, don't let me spoil your fun.
[Narrowing his eyes a little at the playful tug on his lip, Eames can't help but shift in the booth so his body is angled towards Arthur. He takes his glass, sipping at the whiskey in it, gaze sparking with mischief. When he talks his voice is nonchalant.] Darling, if I have to buy this bar out to get you up there, believe me, I will.
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You were only gone five minutes. [He absently leans closer to Eames when he's settled, unaware he's doing it but always drawn to the other man, and admits quieter.] But it was five minutes too long.
[He sips at his drink and watches as the couple finish off their number, applauding when they wobble off the small stage.] That was awful. What possess these people to embarrass themselves like this?
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He has to dug down close to Arthur to talk, or at least that's what he tells himself, breath tickling over the curve of his ear.] I imagine it all depends on the ratio of shots to actual drinks. [Faking a pout.] You mean, you're not going to get up their and shake your stuff?
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The grin falters at the outrageous suggestion and his brow rises.] It'll take the entire bar to get me up there and even then I don't see it happening. [He leans in closer, catches that pouty lip between his teeth and tugs gently before releasing it.] Sorry to disappoint. [He really doesn't sound sorry, but he does sound certain it won't happen.
He takes another drink, watches as a young girl with tear-stained cheeks steps up and starts to sob her way through a cheesy ballad.] You should get yourself up there, though, don't let me spoil your fun.
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