It was a nice night. A fine one. One may even correct that statement, say it was a great one. Was, being the important word here. Recently, the SevTri had completed a big goal, and as living being do, the people of the SevTri celebrated. This included Myze, an Avhrot chef who cooked up more… questionable protein, and Rasaei, a Protogen medic who created new and wondrous innovations, perfect for killing. They were close coworkers, they helped eachother as they could, more than they really should've honestly. So of course, when Myze created a fancy meal to celebrate, his first, and only, invite was Rasaei.
The meal was delicious, one had to admit. Myze may use questionable meat but he sure knew how to cook it, it was perfect. The side dishes too, he even prepared sweet desserts. It was a perfect celebration between friends until… Myze brought out the "Nectar" as he called it. It was more or less Mead but sweeter, and seemingly, it was extra strong for Avhrot.
Rasaei didn't particularly care for drinking, but it was admittedly entertaining to watch Myze get drunk on the rare, rare occasion he'd break out the nectar. The chef, who was usually quite well composed, if playful and even hostile at times, devolving into a flirtatious little lovebug. It was fun! It never usually went beyond some light teasing that Rasaei could never truly tell if it were serious or not, but fun to tease back about the next morning. Usually. Usually, was the key word here. Tonight however, Myze kissed him.
It took Rasaei a few moments to process what happened. It had been a gentle thing, sweet even, which was odd to think about when it came to a cannibal kissing people. It took him a few moments to realize he returned the favor with barely a few moments of hesitation. Only when the insect before him shut their mouth and began to blush had Rasaei realized what he had done. He felt odd at the realization. But he felt more odd when he didn't regret it. When he wanted a little more…
