Vexen couldn't help but laugh too, withdrawing his arm from Marluxia. "That... that was fun," he said.
"Of course it was, you were with me." Marluxia said with a wink, grabbing Vexen's arm back as he started down the road. "So now what to do?"
Vexen checked his watch. They had time for another store. "Well... we could go to another store, or we could grab something to eat," he said.
"I think we've done enough shopping." Marluxia said, shifting the bags on his arm. "Shout me lunch."
Vexen led Marluxia to the food court. "Chinese... Japanese... McDonald's... Thai... Indian... Mediterannean... and ice cream," he said, scanning the stores.
"You can pick, just no sushi." Marluxia said with a nod, letting go of Vexen's arm to shift the bags.
Vexen chose Chinese. He ordered egg rolls, potstickers, and steamed rice only.
Marluxia picked a bit of everything- he wasn't a fan of Chinese but only because he had never really tired it before.
Vexen sighed affectionately and handed over his credit card to the cashier. He hated using it but he didn't carry that much cash on him at any given time.
While Vexen paid, Marluxia found them somewhere to sit, some quiet and away from the other people.
Vexen went over to join him once he'd paid. "Why Marluxia, this is quite remote," he said. "You weren't thinking of playing footsie under the table, now were you?"
"I can think of a few funner things we can do under the table." Marluxia sniggered, picking at his food. "This stuff appears to be soaked in grease."
"It's probably just butter," said Vexen, "and if you don't want it, I'm more than happy to eat your share." He chose to ignore the comment about doing fun things under the table.
Marluxia pushed his plate a little more towards the centre of the table, picking only a few pieces of sweet and sour pork out for himself. "Help yourself."
Vexen happily filled up his plate. He took out his wallet and handed Marluxia his credit card. "Here, use this to buy something you'll actually eat. Please don't go overboard."
"Nah, I'll just make something when I get home." Marluxia smiled, waving the card away with a dismissive hand.
Vexen smiled and pocketed the card. He wasn't particularly hungry himself, so he just packed up the rest as leftovers. "Let's go to the club now to see if anyone's found my vest," he murmured.
"After I got you all of those new clothes, you still want that little vest?" Marluxia pursed his lips a little, but stood up anyways. "Come on, then."
"It was a gift," said Vexen defensively.
"Alright, alright." Marluixa nodded, nudging Vexen. "Let's go."
Vexen smiled and dragged Marluxia to the club, almost skipping. Lexaeus gave them yet another odd look as he let them in but Vexen ignored him. "Did you see the vest I came in last night in?" he asked. Lexaeus shook his head.
"What a shame, looks like someone took off with it." Marluxia shrugged delicately, hanging on Vexen's arm. "Buyng me a drink, or are we going home?"
"You already get free drinks here," said Vexen, frowning. "I'm going to keep asking, and you're coming with me. You're the one who volunteered."
"That's before I realized how dull this would be." Marluxia mummbled, but he followed after Vexen nonetheless.
Xaldin looked up at Vexen, noting the pinket that stood very close to the blond, protectively almost. Then he shook his head. "I think Xigbar has it."
Vexen grimaced. He wasn't looking forward to that encounter.
Like clock work, Xigbar merged from the crowd, grinning a toothy grin when he saw the blond again. "Vexen, how nice to see you again." There was a slight slurr to his tone- he'd already had a few too many.
"You remember me. How n-nice," said Vexen, even more nervous talking to Xigbar than he'd been talking to Xaldin. "The vest I was wearing last night. Do you have it?"
His grin seemed to spread a little more. "I do, it's in the back room." He eyed Marluxia for a moment, wanting to get rid of him. He remember him, too. "Come with me, I'll get it for you."
Vexen naively followed after Xigbar.
After gesturing Vexen in, Xigbar closed the door and leaned against it. "To get it, you'll have to earn it."
Vexen frowned. "But... it's my vest," he said. "It was a gift. It belongs to me."
"Yes, but now I have it, and I won't give it to you unless you do something for me." Xigbar reasoned. "You didn't hesitate last night."
"Last ni- I was drunk!" Vexen exclaimed. "I wasn't thinking clearly! Just give me back my damn vest!" He lunged for Xigbar, malice in his eyes
Xigbar lurched out of the way, catching Vexen's arm as he did and pulling him close when he had righted himself. "Make me."
Vexen hit Xigbar, pounding his chest ineffectually with thin little fists. "Give it!" he snapped
Xigbar flashed a grin, befre mashing his lips to Vexen's, catching his other wrist as it hit his chest.
Vexen squirmed in Xigbar's grip, trying to pull back. "Mmph! Mm-mmph!"
Xigbar let him break away, pushing him towards the bed. "Loosen up." he grinned. "Or do you not want your vest?"
Vexen tripped and fell back onto the bed, which started vibrating as soon as he hit it.
Xigbar followed him onto the bed, leaning over him and pluckng at the front of his shirt. "That's better."
"I didn't mean to-I-I tripped," Vexen protested, grabbing Xigbar's wrist. "Leave me 'lone."
Xigbar frowned. "Shuddup, I don't want to play games." He growled.
Vexen kept struggling. "You're drunk," he informed the older man.