"H-hanky...panky?" Shou huffed, shooting a glance at his friend. Before he could say much more, the increasingly intoxicated raven haired woman shuffled closer and closer, until she literally [i]was[/i] sitting on the man's lap.
...and she...wasn't staying very still.

[i]O-oh...god.[/i]

He grimaced against the feeling she brought on. As much as he wanted to ride above that, he knew, as well as any biologist knew, that all he was was a man.
"No...thank you." he yelped back at his old friend, shifting uncomfortably in his stool, that suddenly seemed incredibly tiny. He felt her weight shift as he leaned over to talk to the dealer, and breathed a tiny sigh of relief as the weight shifted away from...well...

"It...sounds like a good time." he murmured, half to the people at the table and half into his drink, gulping down the remaining beverage in his shaking hands. "I'll...leave you two to it, then..."

Silently, he thanked the dealer for the release, and for the first time in the evening, he put his hands on the woman's waist. They trailed lower, slightly, to her hips, and he lifted her up with the gentle strength (as possible, though his hands were still trembling) of a man carrying something incredibly delicate. Fighting the urge to pull her to him again, the...stimulation leaving him breathless without a doubt, and evidently [i]wanting[/i], something told him that it was not tonight.
It must not have been the right time.

[i]Boom.[/i]

A distant clap of thunder only served to strengthen this belief.

"Forgive me, Miss Mochizukki, and..." he gazed over at the dealer, still having not caught his name. He did offer the man a nervous smile, cheeks still flushed and his body warm. "I...I don't have much else I can lose, hah. Luck with gambling has never been on my side. Fortunately, however, I've had the good luck to meet you, Miss Mochizukki, and a dealer no less charming. Thank you, for...teaching me a new game, tonight. I might...stop by again."
His sentences were disjointed and forced, words slurring into each other, and as he used his hands on the woman's hips to manoeuvre her, the silver haired man slipping out of the chair on shaky legs, and placing the delicate young lady back where he was just sitting, he bowed his head to the couple, innocent and nervous still, but at least he still had his head.

...the slight bulge in his trousers told a different story, along with one of his fists balled hard, so the nails pressed into his palm. He exhaled shallowly, before wrapping the scarf he wore a little more tightly around his neck. Unfortunately, on attempting to walk, well...

"S-shit." he swore under his breath. His head was light from standing up after so long sitting down and his vision was bleary. This often happened to our beloved biology professor, though he hated it incredibly much. The momentary incapacitation when standing up suddenly...

"O-Ollie..." he stuttered, his words breathy and him using a hand against the table to steady himself.

"...can I ask you to...take me home? The old Ford's out...by the parking lot. Believe it or not...I still stay where we used to, hah. Just on the outskirts of the main city."

He paused, placing a shaking hand on his friend's shoulder. "...you've been gone for four years. I think there's a lot to...talk about."

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