"We should drink our way through the cocktail alphabet!" Deuce suggested cheerfully, one hand gripping the neck of a vodka bottle.
"Unschway. Those prissy things are for girls." Terry made a face, still investigating the contents of the open bar. He didn't know what Mokuba had said to the bartender to make him go away, but now the three dark-haired boys were in charge of serving drinks to the entire wedding party, which hadn't been their intention at all! They'd just wanted to get a few drinks but the three thirteen-year-olds were stuck manning the bar.
"I found a book on how to make cocktails!" Mokuba announced, coming up from under the cabinet he'd been rooting around in. "There's one called Kamikaze. That's not girly."
A woman raps her knuckles on the bar top and demands, "Young man, I asked for a Margarita ten minutes ago. Where is it?"
Deuce cuts in with a smile, sliding a drink down at her and giving her a blatantly suggestive look instead, "How about a Screaming Orgasm instead?"
"You--" By way of response, she throws the drink at him and storms off. Deuce stands there, eyes closed and hair sticky with alcohol while Mokuba and Terry laugh. Terry grabs a cloth, wets it under the tap and wipes at Deuce's face, "Any of it go into your eyes?"
"If it had, I'd be screaming." Deuce's face is screwed up with disgust, but he takes the cleaning steadily enough until Mokuba slaps him on the thigh, which makes Deuce jump.
"Guess you're not old enough to pull off that line." Mokuba teases him, tongue stuck out.
When Devlin flips his ponytail, the alcohol-drenched mass of hair hits Mokuba in the face and makes him cry out with startlement. Terry sighs and throws him the cloth, "You're gonna have to clean yourself up."
"No fair!" Mokuba protested, trying to wipe his face clean, "How come he gets help and I don't?"
Deuce grins and brushes a slow kiss over Terry's lips, murmurs against Terry's lips with his eyes on Mokuba, "Guess you're not offering him the right sort of incentive."
"..." Mokuba grins, and comes up behind Terry, wrapping both arms over Terry's waist, "Thanks for telling me where I've been going wrong."
A wet lick to the back of his neck makes Terry jump, acutely aware he's now sandwiched between the two, and moments later, the three of them disappear from sight entirely, leaving behind a seemingly empty bar and a lot of disgruntled guests.
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"Unschway. Those prissy things are for girls." Terry made a face, still investigating the contents of the open bar. He didn't know what Mokuba had said to the bartender to make him go away, but now the three dark-haired boys were in charge of serving drinks to the entire wedding party, which hadn't been their intention at all! They'd just wanted to get a few drinks but the three thirteen-year-olds were stuck manning the bar.
"I found a book on how to make cocktails!" Mokuba announced, coming up from under the cabinet he'd been rooting around in. "There's one called Kamikaze. That's not girly."
A woman raps her knuckles on the bar top and demands, "Young man, I asked for a Margarita ten minutes ago. Where is it?"
Deuce cuts in with a smile, sliding a drink down at her and giving her a blatantly suggestive look instead, "How about a Screaming Orgasm instead?"
"You--" By way of response, she throws the drink at him and storms off. Deuce stands there, eyes closed and hair sticky with alcohol while Mokuba and Terry laugh. Terry grabs a cloth, wets it under the tap and wipes at Deuce's face, "Any of it go into your eyes?"
"If it had, I'd be screaming." Deuce's face is screwed up with disgust, but he takes the cleaning steadily enough until Mokuba slaps him on the thigh, which makes Deuce jump.
"Guess you're not old enough to pull off that line." Mokuba teases him, tongue stuck out.
When Devlin flips his ponytail, the alcohol-drenched mass of hair hits Mokuba in the face and makes him cry out with startlement. Terry sighs and throws him the cloth, "You're gonna have to clean yourself up."
"No fair!" Mokuba protested, trying to wipe his face clean, "How come he gets help and I don't?"
Deuce grins and brushes a slow kiss over Terry's lips, murmurs against Terry's lips with his eyes on Mokuba, "Guess you're not offering him the right sort of incentive."
"..." Mokuba grins, and comes up behind Terry, wrapping both arms over Terry's waist, "Thanks for telling me where I've been going wrong."
A wet lick to the back of his neck makes Terry jump, acutely aware he's now sandwiched between the two, and moments later, the three of them disappear from sight entirely, leaving behind a seemingly empty bar and a lot of disgruntled guests.