Kyle looked at Colt and grinned. “Yep.”
He winked over. Improv was his life. He just went with it. No big.
The group hung out, talking for a little while longer, but finally started to break up with some folks going home and some just getting drunker as it got late. Kyle was on martini number one-too-many—four maybe?—when he leaned in close to Colt. “Hey there. You’re handsome. Wanna make out?” Kyle slurred and planted a kiss on Colt that tasted like vermouth.
He chuckled softly and kissed Kyle back, keeping it light, lazy. He needed to pour them both into a cab and get them home—either to his room or Kyle’s house, he didn’t care.
“Was your beer good? We should go to a bar that has beer you like.” Kyle started to get up and stumbled a step. “Oh. Your lover is a little drunk, baby.”
He grabbed ahold of Kyle around the waist. “Mm-hmm. Let’s go home, cher. Maybe have a long bath together.”
“I’m all yours. Anything you like.” Kyle leaned on him as they made their way through the bar. “You liked the show.”
“I loved it. It was damned fine. Your place or mine?”
“Let’s do you, hm? Way closer. And I can smooch Timmy.” Kyle looked at him wide-eyed. “Smooch hello, lover, not smooch smooch. I got you to smooch smooch.”
“You so do.” Lord have mercy, that was cute as fuck. He got them a car and got them moving before Kyle passed out or puked. A B-12, a Tylenol, and a big glass of water was on order.
“’M not that drunk, you know.” He let Kyle lean on him in the cab, full weight against his shoulder. “Sorry I have asshole parents. They want me to marry this girl, Danielle? She’s my mom’s friend’s daughter. I think they’re missing something kind of important about me.”
“Is that still a thing, cher? I thought that was for princes and all.”
Kyle started to laugh, but it wasn’t happy or amused; it was rueful and ugly. “I am a prince to them, baby. My father and mother are king and queen of denial.”
“Well, you ain’t got to do a thing but die and pay taxes, you know?” No one could force someone to get married these days.
“Nope. I keep wondering what they’re telling Danielle. Poor woman.” Kyle sat up. “Enough of them. Tell me you’re ready to start working on Monday.”
“You know it. I’m yours.” He meant it. He thought they’d have a ball—moving and playing.
“Mmm. So mine.” Kyle slid a hand up his shirt.
“Yes. All the way.” He let himself kiss Kyle’s jaw. “All the way, cher.”
“Are westillin this damn cab?” Kyle pouted at him and rubbed his belly. “I mean comeon. Hurry it up, driver!”
Colt chuckled softly. God, drunken Kyle was cute as fuck.
“Jake said there were a couple of critics in the audience tonight. It was good, right? You said you thought it was better than the rehearsal you saw even, right? Those critics can be so mean. But this company is so talented, aren’t they? I mean, Ali? She’s just smooth as glass. And Danny’s a turd, but he moves like he’s not even trying. And they usually like me, so….” Kyle grinned. “You’re not talking much.”
“I loved it. I thought it had the best hoodoo. All y’all.”
“Is this your neighborhood? Oh, I love it. It’s so, like, real New York, you know?” He let Kyle babble while he paid the driver. “Like, real people live here, not spoiled-brat ballet dancers.”
“You’re real, cher.” He grabbed Kyle’s hand. “Come see my room. It’s sweet.”
He tugged Kyle into the building and up the couple of flights to his apartment, but when he unlocked the door, it wouldn’t open. Something was wedged under it.
He grinned. Timmy was smoking.
“Hey, dude! One second, man. Hang on. Okay. Wait, I got it.” The door opened a crack, and the second he and Kyle had squeezed through, Timmy slammed it and stuffed the towel back under the door. “Sorry about…. Hey, Kyle!”
“Hello, Timmy, you cutie pie. You’re up to no good, hm?”
“Oh dude. You got him drunk.”
“He got himself drunk. I was just there to love on him and make sure he was having a good time.” He winked over, got Kyle on the sofa, and snagged Timmy’s spliff. One long drag was all he needed.