Christian took Syed's hand and dragged him to the secluded area of the Vic behind the bar. He leaned back against the wall and pulled Syed in close, his arms firmly holding around Syed's waist as he sought out the other man's lips and he moaned like a parched man finally getting a drink of water as they kissed. Tongues dueling, eyes firmly closed, one of Christian's hands began to wander on a path up Syed's body and cupped his cheek. They pulled apart slowly with light, chaste kisses, each one considered the last before one of them moved in for another.
Eventually, Syed took the lead and moved back enough to look at Christian properly. "Are you ready?"
Christian groaned. "Urgh... Do I have to?"
"You agreed to it!" Syed exclaimed. "But if you want to wimp out and forfeit then that's entirely up to you."
"No." Christian said defiantly. "A bet is a bet-"
"Not a bet. Against my religion." Somehow Syed was keeping a straight face as he spoke.
"Fine, a dare? Whatever the hell it is, I agreed to it so I'm going to see this through. But we have to start now?"
"Yes, we have to start now or it's not even worth it."
"Fine..." Christian dropped his arms from Syed, feeling the loss of warmth immediately.
"Okay then. That was your last chance to choose what to do tonight and now... my turn!" Syed rubbed his hands together in mock glee and Christian rolled his eyes.
"I'm all yours then, oh master... what do you want to do?"
"Well, since you have to do everything I tell you to for the rest of the night. We're going to start with... no alcohol."
"What?" Syed glared at Christian's response. "I mean, no problem... easy."
"Good. I'm not drinking so neither are you. That beer you just had was your last of the night." Syed grabbed Christian's hand and with a quick 'come on', he dragged him back into the pub properly in a mirror image of how they'd disappeared out to the back not ten minutes before. He headed straight to the bar and plonked Christian on a bar stool, taking one for himself at the same time.
"What can I get for you, boys?" Kat asked, leaning onto the bar.
"Two orange juices, please." Syed asked.
Kat looked at Christian, "Are you feeling alright?"
Syed leaned over the bar to meet Kat halfway and whispered into her ear, explaining. Kat's mouth opened in surprise and then she laughed as they pulled apart. "Oh dear, Christian, what have you got yourself into!"
Syed wore a smug grin as he paid Kat for the drinks and after she put the money in the till she rang the bell of the Vic. "Ladies and gentlemen, our lovely Christian has made a bet that he can survive the night doing exactly what Loverboy tells him to. Got any suggestions, let them know!" She cackled as a laugh rippled around the pub and Christian buried his head in his hands where he sat. He just knew some right bugger was going to come up with something horrid.
"Did someone say a bet?" Mo Harris appeared through the door, like a bloodhound she'd sniffed out the chance to make some money. Christian threw his hands up in resignation. Now there was going to be a book held on it too. Syed was clearly enjoying the situation. Christian's only problem was that, without alcohol, he didn't know if he'd have the balls to do everything they'd come up with this evening.
