-Prompt 2: Mylar goes to a bar-

"Mohinder, do we have to go in?" Sylar whined. He winced at the booming sound coming from inside the tiny bar. Mohinder rolled his eyes, excitedly rubbing his hands together.

"Yes! We never go out together." He tilted his head towards the door, suggesting that the taller man should enter. Sylar stood unexcited and hunched, hands in his pockets. He pouted.

"Oh come on! It will be fun!" How could he resist that adorable accent? He moved willingly at his curly-haired companion's eager tug.

A blast of warm, stale air hit them as they stepped through the door. Sylar scrunched his nose at the aroma of beer, rum, and clearly uneatable food. As the song changed over the speakers, he cringed heavily, covering his ears with his hands.

Noticing, Mohinder fumbled in his coat pocket.

"Here," he shoved two foam earplugs at Sylar. What he got in return were dark, glaring eyes from beneath a robust brow.

"I'm NOT wearing those, Mohinder!" he yelled over the pounding song.

"You'll kill yourself if you don't!" Mohinder chimed back. Sylar bent down, nearly falling to the floor, as the song hit its raging chorus. With a growl his bony fingers snatched the foam from Mohinder and shoved it into his ears. The sounds around him muted to a dull, muffled roar and he sighed, content with the level.

Mohinder flashed him a comforting, apologetic smile and lead them both over to the bar.

"Two rum and cokes please!" he chirped to the bartender, removing his coat and slipping onto a bar stool.

"And a beer," Sylar growled, sliding next to him. He wasn't happy about being there, and he was making sure his boyfriend knew it. Seeing Sylar's discontent, Mohinder leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek; a simple thank-you kiss. Sylar winked at him without cracking a smile, letting his mate know that he was in full compliance that night. His geneticist lover worked so hard all the time and Sylar knew he deserved some fun.

"Too loud in here for ya?" the robust bartender laughed, pointing to Sylar's ears after giving them their drinks. The non-vocal threat he got in return from Sylar's scowling face made him shrug and move down the bar to another customer. After taking hold of his beer, Sylar turned in his seat so that his back was to the bar, elbows propping him up. He took a swig of beer, scanning the room with calculating eyes.

"This place is quite charming!" Mohinder proclaimed, noticing all of the jolly couples laughing and having a good time. "It has an absolutely lovely atmosphere about it. Wouldn't you agree?" He turned to an un-amused Sylar and received a sarcastic nod in return.

"Oh Mohinder, I do hope you bring me here every weekend!" he joked before chugging the rest of his beer and slamming it on the counter behind him.

"Be nice!" Mohinder laughed. "It's not my fault you're anti-social!"

"I resent that! You know what my childhood was like. I didn't have many friends. I didn't go out very much. I'm a reserved person."

"I know, I know. I was only kidding Sylar." He handed Sylar his untouched rum and coke, simultaneously sipping on his own. Sylar downed his drink in only a few gulps.

"Slow down!" Mohinder stared wide-eyed at his lover as he finished off the drink and motioned to the bartender for another.

"I feel uncomfortable here," Sylar said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Well if you don't slow down then you'll be too drunk to dance later."

"Mohinder it takes a lot to get me dru-" Sylar paused, eyes flicking to the doctor. "Did you say dance?"

"Yes. Dance. We're going to dance later." Mohinder was positively beaming at the idea.

"Oh, no no no! That was NOT part of the deal!" Sylar affirmed, standing up as if he was about to make a break for the door.

"Relax, would you? It will be fun!"

"Relax. Relax he says. I'm going to make a fool of myself and he tells me to relax," Sylar mumbled, slumping onto the bar. As the bartender was socializing at the other end and taking too long for his liking, Sylar used his abilities to retrieve another beer from the refrigerator behind the counter. Luckily Mohinder didn't notice.

"See," Mohinder motioned to the few couples across the room who were dancing. "All you do is…move."

"I know HOW to dance. That's not the problem. It's what I look like dancing." Mohinder tilted his head sideways in amused disagreement.

"I'm sure you look very sexy dancing." Sylar blushed as Mohinder squeezed his jean-clad knee. His nerves got the better of him, and he finished off his beer, only to grab the drink from Mohinder's hand and finish it too. He let out a satisfied "Ahhh" as he felt the alcohol start to work in his system, soothing him. Mohinder giggled, ordering two more drinks and slapping a crisp 20 dollar bill onto the bar. "Keep 'em coming please," he smiled at the bartender. They kept coming, and Sylar drank them as quickly as the man could make them.

Before long, a tipsy Sylar had eagerly pulled Mohinder onto the dance floor. The couple gathered stares as flailing arms and legs jutted out in every direction. Mohinder was twirled, dipped, and swung by Sylar, whose beaming stubble-laced face grew redder and redder. They were both laughing after a 3-song stretch of careless dancing caused them to crash through the bar door into the cool night air.

"Mmm! That was refreshing!" Mohinder breathed in, feeling a rush of ice-cold wind brush past his rum-burned throat.

"Indeed," Sylar slurred, followed by a burp that rumbled deep inside him. He pulled the foam from his ears, throwing it onto the ground, and missed as he tried to kick it away.

"Uh, yeah. Let's get you home." Mohinder wrapped Sylar's arm around his neck, struggling to hold the bigger man up.

"We should do this more often, Mohinder." Sylar's squinted eyes and enlarged grin beamed down at the doctor. He tripped, nearly sending them both into a face plant on the hard concrete sidewalk.

"Woah!" Mohinder said, steadying them. "Yes Sylar. We will do this again. But with less drinking next time." Mohinder smiled as he got a sloppy kiss on the top of his head. "Thank you for coming with me, Sylar."

"Anything for you, Doctor Suresh!" Sylar exclaimed, squeezing the smaller man heartily. They stumbled home into a warm bed, into warm arms, and fell into a drunken bliss. The next day Sylar was teased nonstop about his dancing. He saw Mohinder's upcoming birthday as the perfect excuse to get a spot in a couples' dance class. He was going to need it.