[Really, he should have expected that. Oren takes his finger in and he watches, hypnotized and breathless. Warmth itches at him and he wonders if it's just the alcohol. From the heavy look he gives Oren, the answer is pretty clear. He's hovering near his lips, trying to figure out if kissing him would count as a foul and how comfortable the mat would be if he lay on his back when Nel interrupts. He blinks, pulled away from the beginnings of a fantasy and looks up at him, dazed.]
You next?
[Oh. Right. The game. Or was it the shot? Maybe both. Probably both. He wavers as he stands, the world swaying beneath him, but he manages. Catches Robin's gesture as he raises his head and gestures for him to wait, one minute only vaguely knowing what he requested. His mind is still on Oren's mouth.
Picking up the next shot, he flicks the spinner with his toe.]
Left hand blue. [He murmurs as he sidles closer. Even now he's hesitant to approach, a skittish animal to Nel's overeager child, but the buzz of the alcohol dulls it. He bends over him, bringing their faces close, and tilts his head back with a gentle, controlling hand to the back of his neck. Something is muttered—either "open up" or "here you go"—before the shot is poured into his mouth. Again, he lingers, making sure it went down smoothly before retreating. The class is set off to the side and the spinner is flicked again.]
Robin, left hand yellow. [He draws back, frowning at the spinner as he turns and stands.] A lot of hands, isn't it? It seems I'll have to pour for all of you. You're lucky I chose to be impartial.
[What had Robin wanted again? Oh. Right. He grabs the largest, fullest bottle he can, pauses, and then picks up another one to accompany it. Absinthe and everclear. Such odd names. He frowns at the labels as he delivers them to Robin. Even respecting his distance, he stands too close though he tries not to look at him. The memory of Oren's lips has left nothing but temptation behind. He has to stop himself from wondering what Robin's might taste like.
He presents both bottles with some flair, gripping the neck and holding them out so Robin can read the labels.] I think I knew someone named Absinthe. Take your pick. [And then, because he might be kind of hopeful:] Do you need me to pour it for you?
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You next?
[Oh. Right. The game. Or was it the shot? Maybe both. Probably both. He wavers as he stands, the world swaying beneath him, but he manages. Catches Robin's gesture as he raises his head and gestures for him to wait, one minute only vaguely knowing what he requested. His mind is still on Oren's mouth.
Picking up the next shot, he flicks the spinner with his toe.]
Left hand blue. [He murmurs as he sidles closer. Even now he's hesitant to approach, a skittish animal to Nel's overeager child, but the buzz of the alcohol dulls it. He bends over him, bringing their faces close, and tilts his head back with a gentle, controlling hand to the back of his neck. Something is muttered—either "open up" or "here you go"—before the shot is poured into his mouth. Again, he lingers, making sure it went down smoothly before retreating. The class is set off to the side and the spinner is flicked again.]
Robin, left hand yellow. [He draws back, frowning at the spinner as he turns and stands.] A lot of hands, isn't it? It seems I'll have to pour for all of you. You're lucky I chose to be impartial.
[What had Robin wanted again? Oh. Right. He grabs the largest, fullest bottle he can, pauses, and then picks up another one to accompany it. Absinthe and everclear. Such odd names. He frowns at the labels as he delivers them to Robin. Even respecting his distance, he stands too close though he tries not to look at him. The memory of Oren's lips has left nothing but temptation behind. He has to stop himself from wondering what Robin's might taste like.
He presents both bottles with some flair, gripping the neck and holding them out so Robin can read the labels.] I think I knew someone named Absinthe. Take your pick. [And then, because he might be kind of hopeful:] Do you need me to pour it for you?