Finn was still at Cannabites with his phone out where he could easily access it. He nursed a water now expecting to head home after that given the hour and his hope dwindling. Best sober up since he'd parked his car down the street to get himself home. Gareth had gone back to the castle with Bradley earlier, likely at the faerie's insistence. Finn wasn't complaining.
It was just when he'd given up hope that his phone buzzed on the counter and his eyes lit up at the notification. He jumped to his feet and shoved it in Shade's face proclaiming something about how he did have rizz. He waited precisely a minute before he replied with his ETA, grabbed the white fur cloak, and bee-lined it out into the biting cold night of Krovs Town back down the street to Euphoria. His feet were fucking killing him in the heels with his ankles aching and blisters beginning. The stupid plastic ornaments that made up his "outfit" did him no favors for warmth against the elements. He walked quickly as he could wrapped in the cloak and wary of patches of ice after the first slip and near fall. His pace increased the second he saw Euphoria coming clearer into view. He knew exactly where Ransom was inside.
Finn paused a moment walking in the door to catch his breath. He didn't yet take off the cloak, still wearing the winter chill on his skin even inside the comfortable temperature of De Luca's club, but he did pull the hood back. The thing was coming off soon anyway, or so he suspected. Sure enough the black dragon was still at the bar in the VIP section, still drinking. He walked over to him, brushing up against his side as he stood between the younger demon and the seat right next to him, a gloved hand resting lightly on Ransom's bicep. He bit at his bottom lip while his Christmas-colored eyes flickered over the handsome, rugged features of the younger, lingering on those lips he'd wanted to taste all fucking night long.
"Glad you rang," he said. He didn't need to ask how drunk he was, having an idea from this alone. He'd been loaded during the Bridgerton ball last time they did this. His fingers danced down Ransom's arm to his hand, guiding him out of his seat at the bar towards one of the private rooms.
Ransom had been looking at his phone counting down the time going back and forth in his head if he should even stay. His mind was making too much noise. The alcohol wasn't even enough to keep it quiet. He was talking himself out of waiting when the small voice came at his side with the accompanying hand. It was cold enough to pull him from his head and make everything quiet. He met the mismatched eyes being led out of his seat and to the back rooms. Once the door closed the thunderous bass was nothing more than a soft rumble behind the walls.
Ransom pulled the hat covering his cock that was already reacting to the fit body he knew resided under the bulbous ornaments. His glamour dropped as he moved on the familiar able to use the most basics of his power when it wasn't murder or harm someone else. The talons snapped the structural holds of the outfit letting it fall around the familiars feet before he easily lifted the other and dropped him on the bed beneath him settling between his thighs.
"Glad you found your way back." He breathed along Finn's neck his teeth tracing along his pulse to his ear as his hips rocked into the smaller form beneath him. "I was getting lonely."
