#do u want a lazy indulgent summertime fling thing? here u go

[regulsh]

Richard hears a familiar voice come from behind him: “Can you get three of the Kölsch? They want—” Taron asks, and stops short. “Sorry.” Richard turns to Taron, as the guy flies back to his friend group with a promise to return. “Thought you might want an extra pair of hands.”

“Yeah, sure.” Edges around to make room for Taron to cram beside him, get an arm on the bar.

“He’s fit,” Taron comments once the guy is out of earshot, slipping his sunglasses in the neck of his tee.

“Stop it,” Richard replies, automatically.

He chances a look; Taron is—grinning, eyebrows raised, all good humor. Richard raises his eyebrows in turn. Makes Taron add a fourth beer to his tab.