Handsome. Sexy. Cool.
Use those words if anyone ever wanted to describe Blake. Yup, even he could feel people be entranced with his captivating aura. It was pretty much guaranteed that anyone who ever would become close with the smoking hot man would obviously have some sort of romantic encounter sooner or later. The younger man next to him was definitely no exception. Blake was sitting next to his ex boyfriend-now-drinking buddy, Chrys in the bar as he heard the music play in the back. "Y'know Blake, sometimes I wonder, why don't you ever go and get partner or something. I mean, your sexy, hot and great in bed so I don't get why." Blake closed one eye and rested his chin intertwined hands.
"I just don't want to. I mean, the last relationship I had was with you and that was like a few months ago, so as you can see I'm still heartbroken." He stated as he put on a fake sad face on. Chrys simply scoffed. "Please, after we broke you went ahead and started screwing people like a monkey, Heartbroken, my ass." It was true, Blake was never on to go ahead and start eating a bucket of ice-cream over a break up, he would just be reading a book as he flirted with the next cute human being. Sighing, he gave a look at his cute friend as leaned in closer as he cupped Chrys' face with his warm hand. "I miss you, you know that? I miss how we used to feed each other cotton candy and I miss all your cute little whimpers in bed as I was about to e-".
"I also miss how you always forget how short-tempered I am and the fact that I carry an illegally modified stun gun with me everywhere I go. Oops, sorry for interrupting you. Go on. Finish that sentence. I'm so eager to hear." Chrys smiled sweetly, Blake was on thin ice. He was so not ready for the taste of that stun gun. Moving back, he let go of his friend's face as he smiled weakly. "Just... testing the waters? Is that how it goes?" Chrys gave a nod as he signaled for another glass of wine. "Anyways, if you keep screwing around you're going to end up with something. Protected or not." Chrys took a glance at the amount of glasses next to Blake and rose an eyebrow. "How are you not drunk? That's like already twelve glasses of whatever you were having? Spirits?." The handsome male winked cutely. "It's called water, sweetie. Try it sometime."
"WHAT!?" Both of them looked over the owner of the obnoxiously loud voice. Chrys rolled his eyes, "Drunkard." Blake looked at the person next to him, he was cute. Maybe he was... "No. I know what you're thinking. No." Damn. He had to pull out what he hated doing. "Please! Please! Just do it once okay!? Pleeaaaaaase!" He had to beg, Chrys was enjoying this. He knew it. Sighing, Chrys got up from his seat as the other two got up, gesturing him to follow him. Chrys walked over, looking absent mined as he went closer and closer. With that, there was a small splashing sound as the wine Chrys was drinking spilled all over the poor man's shirt. "A-a-ah! I-I'm s-so sorry! P-please... d-don't be angry..." Chrys whimpered out. Blake was amused, Chrys' ability to go from sarcastic asshole to adorable puppy was always handy. The one who wasn't wet, seemed to be in a sad state, perfect.