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[cvastals]

The basement of Scuba’s was crowded and stuffy, body heat making the air humid despite the lack of a breeze from outdoors influencing the texture. It was just about Frankie’s nightmare - sometimes, he could barely contain himself in a one-on-one conversation with his new favourite person, forget the bump and drawn attention of people pushing past him. But it’d be rude, to up and leave, when he told Spencer he’d be there that night. And Spencer was somewhere on that list of current favourite person - the task of locating him was just deemed more stressful than Frankie had anticipated, “Boo,” Sounding unsure, as he usually did, when he shoved his way into the booth across from the person he’d been seeking. Frankie hadn’t bother asking what the plan was - whether others were coming, if this was their only destination for the night. The world was usually tainted with pink, rose coloured glasses slipped on, when Spencer reached out to Frankie, “I murdered three trolls and solved an elves riddle just to... make it here. Very crowded. Was this your, uh, plan the whole time? To get me... all vulnerable?” he asked, monotonous as per usual, but anyone who knew him well knew this was Frankie teasing - light-hearted, if you could believe it. Without asking for permission, he reached across the table and grasped at Spencer’s drink, “What is this?” and took a desperate gulp before his company could even answer - both due to a genuine need for something to cool him down and desperate to soothe frayed nerves. @solitvdcs​