Gay Bar Because Why Not

"You won't be saying that later." Matt whipped off his belt and flicked it like a whip in Sam's direction before running the belt over himself.

Sam slid down the pole one more time as the song ended. He had just the lightest bit of sweat across his skin, and he waited for Matt to finish before getting rid of the poles

Asura dropped down and climbed off of the stage. His shirt was discarded on the floor, and he didn't feel like putting it back on.

Sam slid over to Asura, leaning forward to almost rest his head in the crook of his neck. "You dance pretty damn well love," he quietly grumbled into his ear

"You're not too shabby yourself, Sammy boi"

(wait I just realized I need to DM you something important)

"Mm. I would hope I wasn't too rusty," Sam said absently, running a hand along Asura's back

Asura shivered slightly at the touch, turning to face Sam. "You didn't do too bad," he said with a smirk.

"Glad to be some sort of…entertainment," Sam purred

He looked Sam up and down, and his eyes landed on his chest. He still has his shirt on… what a shame.

Sam slid to the side of Asura, grabbing his almost forgotten bottle of vodka off the counter. He went to take a swig of it but fumbled, spilling it on his front. "Shit," he muttered. He went to get a towel for his shirt but got annoyed, resolving to just take his shirt off and chuck it with the rest of his layers

Asura's eyes were immediately drawn to Sam's chest, tan and glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Subconsciously, he bit his bottom lip.

Matthias had walked over and grabbed a full bottle of rum from behind the counter, trying to calm the barista down by throwing a $20 at him. "Imma just borrow this now… Ya probably won't want it back aftawards." He sauntered over to the two, offering the bottle to the men with a wiggle of his eyebrows. "Hope ya don't mind me buttin' in."

Asura's gaze flicked over to Matthias, who was holding a bottle of rum. His eyes lit up. "Can you share some of that?"

"Only if ya pay~" He held the bottle slightly behind him as he winked at them.

He promptly drew ten dollars from his back pocket, tossing it lazily at Matt.

"Aha ya smartass hunk. Ya win this round." Matt chuckled and picked up the $10 before opening the bottle and offered it out to Asura.

Asura gladly took it, not bothering to get a glass and instead drinking straight from the bottle. He chugged about a fourth of its contents before putting it down. The world was wobbling a little bit.

"Hey, hey, save some for me. Don't hurt yourself, handsome." He added as soon as he saw Asura sway a little. He held his arms out slightly, ready to catch him if he stumbled and fell or passed out.

He waved his hand dismissively. "I'm fine, hun, don't even worry about it." He looked at Matt's eyes, which looked very pretty for some reason. Like stars… but prettier.

(oh no lol Asura's seeing stars how drunk is he??)

(oh jeez) Sam leaned towards Matt. "Can I have a sip?"

"Might as well, otherwise this hot, drunken fool's gonna drink it all for himself." Matt took back the bottle and took a quick swig before passing it along to Sam.

Sam took a drink, immediately glad he had asked. He liked vodka, but rum was usually a lot better. He handed it back to Asura, grinning to himself

"Ha. We could play a drinkin' game with that attitude." He teased, noticing Sam's face when taking the rum.

Asura's eyes lit up. "That sounds like a great idea."

"Mm. I wouldn't be adverse to that."

"What shall we drink to, laddies?"

"Well, there's the rum. And I have half a bottle of cherry vodka left," Sam said, holding his vodka up

"What game are we playing?"