Husbandos For Cryptids Here.

"That's a question with far more answers than someone would probably like to answer." Tiberius snickered. The sound of the plastic groaning and squealing under the young man's thumb was quite distracting. The noise could've been considered more annoying and agitating than intended but what wasn't, these days. He took a swift sip. The action was some strange combination of indulgence- both drinking and eating of the dewy cocktail. The swallow was heavier than water or juice. A slurp? Maybe two? He took a soft breath in with it to amply the olfactory for a greater experience. The fruity combination sent his senses into overdrive. Delight. He paused just long enough to make it more natural as the sudden arousal of savory notes of spice found their way to him. "Are we on private property?" He'd peek over at Paolo anticipating those wonderful slices of fruit dusted with amber and crimson flecks.

"Alright, fair. I'll give you that." Paolo nods, reaching into his jacket to fetch a spare disposable fork. He hands it towards Tiberius, scooting a bit closer to the chummy snacker. He didn't expect to enjoy the other's company as much as he did, so in his own way, Paolo decided a bit of proximity as well as the fruit cup could serve as adequate payment for being a decent person to hang out with. He watches the hues of reds engulfing them both in a stark and stubborn overcast of color. Paolo watched as the red ominous night sky seemed to fit the snacking man. "I get people thinking I'm a menace at times."

"Oh, forgive me for ever doubting your wisdom," he teased shamelessly, pulling out on the side of the road, getting the car a little bit on the grass, ready to enjoy the show and the marvelous view of the hills.

Of course, as Paolo noted, the show would be much better outside.

"If you call my car a tin can one more time I will riot," he groaned, even when he wasn't upset about it at all. Still, he was the first to unlock his door and make his way outside.

"You're going to miss the fireworks." Paolo reaches into the cardboard box of drinks, fishing out a bottle of beer and handing it over to Emanuel. "For the heat." Paolo reaches back into the box for another one. He places it onto his forehead once he does.

Doesn't matter. He's here now, blushing when Paolo calls him "cool." Malik doesn't think anyone's ever called him "cool" before.

"No I didn't," Malik says, actually looking at Paolo now. "I honestly haven't been to the beach in a while. I haven't gotten that in my tasks yet."

"I heard you guys have specially made swimwear for the beach," Paolo jokes, handing Malik another small handful of mix for him to pick through. "Not judging of course, I'm not allowed shellfish, so." He shrugs.

Maybe it has been a while since Lucas hung with Richard. Not on purpose. Lucas just wanted a change of scenery more lately. Not that he can get much with Unfinished but still.

"Promise, I'm not trying to hide from you. Just was wanting more than Billion's had to offer. Course, that meant less of you but obviously I couldn't stay away for long."

"They things I hear from this town, it's like you believe you live next to some monsters." Richard chuckles, perhaps a bit forced before taking another swig from his beer.

"That's fair." Richard nods, looking down at his drink, his eyes wander towards Lucas. It had been a while since they were by themselves, though even now, Richard felt an unexplainable obligation to keep some at bay. Even with some of the other Billiard Bikers, though he hopes it hadn't become prominent. "I..."

"I just missed my friend."

He was impressed, of course. He knew of the japanese drink, but he never tried it himself before. Emanuel was under the impression that it would be impossibly expensive... But hey, if he wasn't the one paying for it...

The ex-soldier met Richard's toast with a gentle smile and, following his example, took a swing. Probably more than he should've, thinking it would be closer to beer than to whatever fire-water-thing this was. Unlike the biker, he didn't keep his composure as well and ended up coughing a little after he swallowed.

Richard lifts his own drink at Emanuel's direction as he introduced himself. "Pleased to meet you. My name's Richard. I'm sure your gift would be very appreciated. Could use a decent bottle of some red wine, something to give back to my husband." He says proudly, tapping the metallic band on his finger against the glass beer bottle.

Lucas takes a moment as Aiden walks to the bathrooms to catch his breath and wake himself up a bit. Sure, he'd wanted to get a little drunk, but he really prefers not to be super drunk if he's getting sex. What's the point of having sex if you can't remember the good stuff?

He gets up and heads into the bathroom. Aiden's there, leaning against a sink and looking absolutely sinful in the low lighting.

"Fuck," Lucas mutters before stepping up and pulling Aiden in for a frantic needy kiss.

Aiden doesn't even fight the kiss that Lucas gives him, moving across the bathroom sink to pin the handsome man between the sink and himself. Aiden's hands move across Lucas' torso, holding him from either side, holding him close as Aiden's lips return the rushed fury of their kiss. "Such a sweet looking mouth."

Feeling fingers brush at his upper thigh as he thought. Pervical came up with an answer. " Um ... having late dinner then um walking home. Exciting , huh?" He took a softer tone with Aiden now. Trying so hard to not lean into the other as they spoke.

Aiden couldn't help keeping his intense eyes at the other man's face. The things meant to be the boy's cat ears looked pretty good on him, enticing enough for Aiden to play with, but he'd restrain himself for now. "Care for some company in the meantime?"

"If you're offering," he replies, reaching in the bag to take a small handful. He sits up so he can look at what he got. He starts with taking the almonds, then the peanuts, then cashews, then raisins, then finally the m&ms.

"To your credit, I usually watch the fireworks from the commune. Trusting someone outside of it is... different."

Difficult. Scary. Thrilling. It almost reminds him of being a teenager, trying to sneak out from his parents during holidays. Of course, it's completely different but he can't deny the edge of it still there.

"But I guess you're cool." Paolo watched the other as Malik dug through the trail mix, taking notice of the what got picked first and what got picked last. Usually Paolo alternated between something sweet like the m&ms/ raisins and something savory like the nuts. Deciding to indulge in the sweets as the firework show continued on. "You heard what's happen over by the beach?"

When they separate, Lucas stares at Aiden, debating the merits of just going in for another kiss despite it not being his turn. He looks away, and manages to wait until it is his turn. He spins it, and a part of him really wants it to land...

He smiles, looking at Aiden.

"Guess it's our lucky night," he says, leaning forward to gently but forcefully grab the back of Aiden's head, pulling him in for another, slightly longer kiss. He licks Aiden's lips, teasing him when he pulls back.

He separates themselves with a proud grin and a thin strand of saliva wiped off across the back of the mechanic's hand. Aiden sits himself back in his spot on the floor before looking around for the bathroom entrances. Once he found them, Aiden turned to face Lucas again and moves his head in their general before getting off from the floor to meet him there.

Lucas tilts his head, giving Richard a curious look.

"Someone outside the family?" He says in a mock scandalized tone. "You sure that's safe? Us outsiders could dirty the floor."

He snickers more, not really taking the invitation seriously. Why would Richard invite him anywhere like that?

"But we can stick around here, if it makes you more comfortable. Been a while since I've heard from you, you know. Not trying to hide from me are you?" Richard teases, taking a swig from his drink.

Open w/ Percy

Percival was a fan. Of Halloween , haunted houses, goth shit, Hot Topic - all that type of stuff- so when occasions arised to celebrate. He did. Happily so. Tonight was costume night at Dragon roll Z. And instead of going utterly ooky spooky with his look. Or being something as basic and overplayed as a zombie or a cowboy. He was a catboy maid. Apron, skirt , stockings and all... oh the chronically online punk twink just knew what he was doing. Taking a few pictures for Instagram in the back kitchen before stepping out on the restaurant floor for his shift.

"Forgot all this business was happening today,"

"Had I remembered, I probably would have gone out of town for the week," Aiden continued on to say, his eyes still watching the other man intently, or rather the costume he was wearing. Without meaning to, his hand angled under nicely tailored frills of the costume. Fingers twirled and carded through the soft satiny fabric. "Thank god I didn't huh?" Aiden says mindlessly, the soft fabric slipping from his fingers before the attention landed on the man wearing the skirt. "Say, what are you doing after this, doll?"

Except, that day, he truly needed a distraction much stronger than some fireworks.

"With my luck," he started, totally smiling at the playful nudge, "I'll end up catching a cold."

It wasn't self deprecating, not truly. Just a healthy dose of cynicism to keep himself grounded in reality. And reality seemed to be rather elusive considering the week he just had at work.

Richard began to unscrew the top to the personal bottle of sake, moving his bottle closer to Emanuel's to give it a clink before taking a swig. It was an odd flavor, lighter than the hops brew that the bar had in stock. It ran down his throat smooth. He gives a hiss as he feels the soft burn of the spirit before returning to their conversation. "If that doesn't keep away a cold, I don't know what will."

Lucas tries to give Aiden a flirtatious smile.

"Are you trying to get me even more drunk? Highly suspicious."

He grins but leans forward.

"I'll take a kiss. If it's bad, you can owe me a drink."

"I'm cool with that. I'll get you something colorful to match the fireworks" Aiden winked. Today had been a bad day for Aiden to wear anything remotely made of fleece. Especially with an attractive man like Lucas sitting across from him like this. Better yet, playing in a game of spin the bottle with him. It must have been the amount of liquor already within him, but Aiden felt an unearned confidence next to a young stud like Lucas. Luckily, the younger man accepted the kiss, and Aiden leaned toward him too. His lips press into Lucas', slowly deepening it to Lucas' preference.

Aiden couldn't help but grin as he separated himself from Lucas' lips, wanting more of course, but more than satisfied with their soft kiss. As Aiden sat there mesmerized by the other man, the rest of the bar patrons continued on, spinning the bottle once again and seeing who it lands on.

Lucas grins and winks at Richard over his glass. While he doesn't visit the bar every night, Lucas is here pretty regularly, if for no other reason than his apartment is too depressing to spend actual time in. And Richard is always a welcome sight.

Lucas nudges back. "I think I saw them through the window. Haven't really been festive. You?"

"I think I could bring you along if you'd like?"

But times like these, where he and the other person can be quiet and just share a moment together helps calm him. Makes him feel like he's on equal footing.

"You're right," he admits with a laugh. "I shouldn't have doubted you. Though to be fair, you didn't inspire much confidence at first."

He snickers and turns to look at Paolo, laid out next to him, skin catching the light of each color burst.

His eyes look back towards Malik, lit up in pink and yellow hues as his mind was conflicted in what it knew about him. "Did you want some?" He finds himself breaking his absentminded stare, shaking his hand to get the trail mix to make some noise.

Or so it seemed.

"You had somewhere for us to go and you let me open my beer all the way out here in some shitty street?" he teased, immediately hopping off and making his way to the driver's seat.

"See, you can already see so much more already, man" Paolo beams with a soft smile, his face catching the bright luminescence of the fireworks. A bright flash of white and blue catches Paolo's attention, his eyes engrossed in the intensity and color. Turning to Emanuel with an excited bounce to his words. "Should we stay inside this tin can or you want to watch these babies unfiltered?"