A/N: Yeah. Found this buried in my old files not too long ago. Apparently I'd watched Some Like It Hot a couple of days before I'd decided to pen this little gem of WTF. Ah, well. Have fun!
Sion frowned.
"... fuck no."
"It's just absinthe."
"Just-"
Kou leaned back in his seat, resting the hand that held the fragile bottle on one thigh. He interrupted the younger man's protest while scratching at a pesky path of tattoo on his forearm. "You're hardly a bouncer if you can't take the alcohol Fate's selling."
The brightly-colored bouncer made a disdainful noise through his teeth. "We don't sell anything that dangerous, Kou." He stood up to change the record in the jukebox; the fucking thing had been repeating the same tired old ditty for the past hour.
... you, just you - nobody else but yooou... I wanna be loved by you, alo-o-o - - -
CLINK-dit-dit-dit-dit-shhhhhhh...
Sion sighed. Why couldn't Fate simply invest in a sound system that wasn't anachronistically campy? And it had eaten his last bit of change...
"You know, they don't put wormwood extract in it anymore..." Kou almost sounded hopeful. In fact, he did; the thing is, he almost sounded serious about it. The way he was smiling, everything made it seem less like a farce and more like he actually wanted to see what Sion thought of it.
If this was Kou's way of trying to get some male bonding time, it wasn't sailing in Sion's neck of the woods. Scratching the back of his head on the way back to his seat, he discreetly hooked a foot around a leg of his chair and dragged it a few feet away from Tiger-man. He leaned on the table with an elbow, his hand distorting his too-pretty face. "Let's just say that I won't take whatever you're sellling, capisce?"
"That's cold, man. Real cold."
Was the guy feigning the hurt in his eyes?
'Kay. This was starting to feel like some sort of adolescent fictional novel.
Sion decided to test the waters. "How cold is 'real cold'?"
Tiger blinked and grinned, seeming to enjoy the fact that the younger had decided to play along. "Pretty damn cold. I wish I had a sweater."
"Or just some nice, warm sake?" Sion added.
"Or the warmth of your body-"
"Okay, enough with the joking," he said tersely and sat up nail-straight. Uneasiness suddenly made itself tangible in the form of an ache in his stomach area.
Five minutes until his shift.
"I wasn't joking."
"No, but still-" Sion stared while wariness tinged his unease, which had increased accordingly. "... oh, geez..."
Kou nodded and set the absinthe bottle on the table. The lightbulb flickered, making the greenish liquid inside glint lucidly. He looked at it for a moment, then up at Sion for a moment, and grinned as he gauged his expression. "What a pretty pink blush."
"Shut it." He scowled. "You're fucking around and you know I don't like it."
"Precisely why I'm so hurt that you don't realize I'm still not joking." Kou snapped. "This isn't an arbitrary prank of mine, I'll have you know. At least I've got the balls to get this out there fairly smoothly."
... CLUNK - I wanna be kissed by you, just you, nobody else but yooooou-
Goddamn juke.
Sion refused to take it. "I don't believe you."
And at that, Kou had nothing to say. He smiled faintly and leaned back in his seat again. With hurt eyes...
"... you're not kidding?"
"No."
Sion's shoulders loosened. "That's okay with me."
"Of course it is."
And the younger man socked Kou a good one before heading out to his shift...
... with smiling eyes...
