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    RED WINE TONIGHT– 

    _{Usually such wasn’t strong enough for Robert’s tastes, having a personal preference for bourbon or whiskey, but he was with Damien tonight, and it wasn’t like him to turn down alcohol in any form– especially when asked to accompany someone for a drink.
    It wasn’t like Damien had a bad taste either, hell, his taste in wine was FANTASTIC, if not a bit too sweet for Robert and his desire for hard alcohol ( anything, ANYTHING at all to get him as drunk as quickly as possible ), but hell, he’d drink it for him.} 

    _{Just as he’d do anything for him.}

    _{He must of been on his third or fourth glass, ( or whatever, he didn’t need to keep count ) swirling his half-empty glass absently as he leaned against his companion, his free hand allowing calloused fingers to twirl through Damien’s ( luxuriously soft ) hair. Here, he felt comfortable, sitting in the other’s candlelit living room late at night, Lucien off spending the night elsewhere. It was just the two of them for now, drinking wine in the quiet of each other’s company.} 

    _{A thin smile presses onto Robert’s lips, before he leans and presses a kiss to Damien’s jaw. ❝You look gorgeous tonight,❞ he says. God, had he said that before? How many times had he repeated himself tonight? Has he even repeated himself once?
    It didn’t matter. He’d tell him as many times as he wants.}

    _{❝Shit, though. You look gorgeous every night.❞}