“You’re the one who insisted on coming with me on my business trip…”

“But you know how boring everything is when you’re gone.”
“Fine, but no more complaining… And your 'paints' better not get us flagged by security.”

“Anything for you, My Prince.” The strawberry blonde is practically hanging off of his companion as they walk into the bar.

“Later, Darling. For now, we need an alibi…” The dark haired man walks up to the counter, looking the bartender up and down. “Whiskey for me and your fruitiest drink for my friend. Sweeter the better…”

The bartender smiles with a much too friendly grin. Both customers were all too familiar with it, having donned similar ones plenty of times. “Right away. Anything else I can get you?”

“No, thank you…” Blake looks at the nametag, “AJ.” The man behind the bar gets their drinks and is quickly called away to another patreon. The two watch everything going on as they sip their drinks. AJ seemed quite popular, especially among women. A less experienced eye might even mistake his returning interest as genuine. Blake already counted four numbers stuffed in the notepad that would probably be tossed later. Oh, and would you look at that… Seems one was supposed to be on a date. The guy didn’t look too happy.

Before a fight can break up, Blake is distracted by his partner rubbing up against him as if in protest of not getting enough attention. He turns to see the fruity cocktail mostly gone and suddenly feels something poking his side.

“Fucking hell, Dew…” He growls, barely audible. “Are you drunk already?”
“Can’t help it, Love… You smell so intoxicating right now.”

“We were supposed to stay here for an hour or two. I can’t very well do that with this sticking out of my gut…”

“Then let’s get outta here and have some fun. We’re leaving tomorrow anyways.” He hadn’t stopped leaning against Blake.

“Fine. But we’re going back to the hotel and you’re gonna patch me up before anything else.”

Dewi practically purrs. “With pleasure…”

Blake downs his drink. “I need my tab over here!”