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Tristan senses Lucas' gaze on him and chuckles, swallowing.
"Am I really that interesting, that you'd watch me shove peanuts into my mouth and still think of me as good-looking?" he jokes.
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Tristan shakes his head, bemused.
"You're strange."
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"You're just staring while I shove food in my face hole; how is that not strange?" he teases.
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"Oh no, I want you to bask in my fantabulousness. Just don't do it while I'm inelegantly stuffing my mouth hole with peanuts." he chuckles.
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Tristan tilts his head curiously, playfully.
"Something like-" he starts, across the table and next to Lucas in a flash. "-this?"
He wraps a hand behind Lucas' head and pulls him in close, kissing him.
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After a few seconds, Tristan pulls away, smirking, slipping past Lucas and back into his own seat.
He licked his lips, slowly. "Somehow, the alcohol tastes better now."
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"Yes. . .?" Tristan chuckles, waiting for the rest of the sentence.
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Tristan grins.
"You're welcome."
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"I really didn't. I just accomplished my goal, which was to divert your attention from my 'fantabulousness' while I eat my peanuts." he chuckles.
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Tristan grins, getting up again, grabbing his bowl of oeanuts and walking around to the back of Lucas' chair, wrapping an arm around the smaller man's throat gently.
"You sure about that, sweetheart?"
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"Honestly. . . I'm in the mood for a bar fight." Tristan smirks. "So I'd suggest, maybe. . . finding somewhere safe-ish to go."
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"Then join me?" Tristan asks innocently.
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"My endeavours to cause pandemonium here." he grins playfully.
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"Yay!" Tristan laughs, going back and finishing his drink, considering the glass carefully.
He smirks, making sure to tread on someone's foot as he passes them, as he pretends to go to the bathroom.
The man gets pissed and stands up, throwing a punch at Tristan, which he dodges with ease. The punch hits someone else at another table, which then causes those to to knock over a table full of drinks, and soon enough Tristan was in the middle of a full-scale tavern brawl.
He laughs delightedly, smashing his glass over someone's head, punching another dude so hard he literally hits the wall, before a group of 15 dudes gangs up on him.
Despite Tristan's blindness he anticipated every single punch and blow they tried to rain down on him; in return he targets groins, faces and necks, tossing people around like ragdolls.
Lucas stays in the corner watching and just moving away from any people that get to close. Lucas didn't want to- He buffs when someone comes hurtling at him and he side steps, letting them run into a walk and looking back at Tristan a moment before getting wrapped up in dodging people, muttering to himself. He wasn't in the mood to hit someone or something today. He knew he was mean I'm a fight tjough, and if anyone touched him, he's fight them like he was fighting for the last scraps of food
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(Hello!)
Tristan continues to ragdoll people like a Skyrim player getting launched into the sky by their first Giant encounter.
It was honestly funny, once you got past the fact that tomorrow half of these dudes would still be unconscious.