#twingenuity

“Come on, Ricky! You’ll have a good time, I promise you!”

Those were the words that had persuaded the brunette out on this little night time adventure, though it was something he needed after a long week of work. Having friends so kind and generous was good for the bellhop, because he so often got caught up with the same thing that he forgot to do something new. Which is why his dear friends insisted upon him joining them to some karaoke bar that was all the rage as of late. He wasn’t the best singer around, but if it meant watching his friends and maybe unwinding with a few drinks, then he’d participate.

So here he was, sitting in a booth with a nearly finished cup of beer and a smile on his face while a pair of his buddies sang as loudly as possible to Bruno Mars. Yes, this was definitely the best way to get his mind off work. “Hey, you guys go ahead and continue, I’ll grab us another pitcher and maybe some snacks.” Ricky announced, getting up and adjusting his shirt before draining the last of his drink and walking off with the empty pitcher towards the bar. “Hey, uhm... Can we have another one of these please? Oh, and an order of the garlic fries and some hot wings.” He requested, handing over his card to pay and gathering it up again once they were done with it.

It was fairly rare for Luke to be in the position of teaching. Growing up in his coven, he’d been the youngest, even Liv having him beaten by a few seconds. He was taught, trained, pushed in to research and study but never gven the opportunity to impart what he knew on to somebody else. So, upon discovering Finnick and Nathaniel, it provided him an opportunity to prove himself, and set them upon a path that could help.

He knew the consequences of not, so it only seemed right.

The connection that formed between them, however, wasn’t entirely expected. Luke supposed it made sense, sharing that much with others, it was bound to lead to something. This exact position hadn’t been one that he’d initially envisioned, but he also wasn’t inclined to complain. Not with the sensations coursing through him.

Hips rocking up steadily in to Nate’s mouth, while his own attention was focused on Finn. A steady pace, losing himself in the bobbing of his own read, while fingers reached for both. Another connection, another contact before orcing himself to draw back and speak.