forum Not a friendly Start that Becomes a Little too Friendly (Abandoned) (X/1) (MxM)

Started March 02, 2023 by @RhysTheFirebird group

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Lucas blinks, “Uh. . . Food?”

(He doesn’t care—)

Tristan shrugs fair enough.

"Two steaks and two beers please!" he calls out. A "waiter" laughs and nods.

"Thought so!" he says cheerily.

Lucas rolls his eyes, dropping his forehead on the table, “Tris—“ He laughs.

"Hey! I got us food, didn't I? Besides, it's Ireland, beer is the least expensive thing on the menu." he snort-laughs.

Lucas shakes his head, laughing, “I’m going to take you to an Irish pub later.”

"You'd better." Tristan teases.

Lucas snickers, “They’re fun, lively things.” He traces his finger on the table, smiling, “Lots of music and jolly singing.”

"Oh, I love singing and lively places. Combine the two and I'll be right at home." Trsiatn laughs.

Luc hums, “Good. That is very good.”

Tristan smiles.

"Now, which pub would we go to?" he asks.

He sucks in a breath, “I’ll have o think on that one.” He laughs softly, “I don;t think your dressed for pubbing today.”

Tristan hums quietly.

"What, do I need a dapper little suit and tie?" he teases.

Luc snorts, “No, not exactly, but you may want to wear real clothes.”

"But these are real clothes!" Tristan protests.

Luc pauses, looking him over, “Okay, despite how much I like looking at the display, and a few other people probably do as well, that not what one usualy wears out into public in Ireland.”

"Oh whatever." he smirks, striking a ridiculous pose.

Luc looks at him, humming, “Whatever indeed. . .” He murmurs, then shakes his head, “Anyways, it’s better on weary jeans and a jacket, you never know when a bar fight can start and then glass is everywhere.”

"Oh, trust me, I'm built to withstand any and every single bit of punishment Ireland can throw at me." Tristan grins.

“Shards of glass digging into your skin?” He huffs, “I dont want to be hunched over you with tweezers trying to pull the shards out.”

"Don't worry about the glass, sweetheart. I've had worse in me, trust me." he chuckles.

Luc pauses, looking back at Tristan, silent for a moment, he seemed. . . Thrown off by thre endermant, and it take a moment for him to reply, “I- uh, yeah, but still.”

Tristan laughs. "Hey, if you want to play nurse, I won't stop you."

“I don’t want to play nurse! I don’t want to have to worry about that.” He grumbles.

Tristan shrugs playfully. "Then I suppose you'll have to watch me pull them out myself."

“God no! The moving around you’d have to do would make it worse!” Luc huffs, crossing his arms, “Come on, Tris, it’s not that bad. In plus, with the right jeans and jacket, you’d look just as fantastic as you do now.”