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Gojyo snorts a little at the mention of the freeze ray. What a ridiculous breach.

"Ellie was my little sister, and that was just annoying."

And they had a father who loved them, but we're not touching that.

"She teases you like a little sister already," Hakkai points out with a little smirk, and finds the good spot to scratch just under Jeep's chin. "I can see it."

Parents are a tricky topic, and he's not about to ask any more than Gojyo is to bring it up.

"The Admiral pairs us up for two months in a row and now I can't get rid off her", Gojyo complains in what is surely the most convincing performance of the century.

"Next thing you know it's going to be permanent," Hakkai laughs - well, it's a joke, but he wouldn't be surprised. Gojyo would be good for a kid who's had to look out for herself too much.

Jedao's actually hearing isn't anything special, but he is keeping tabs on the conversation through the cabin surveillance system, so it hardly matters. He gets two of the bottles Hakkai picked up during his run from Stockwood - a nice sake that Hakkai has opened before, a known favorite, and a whiskey that he hasn't, therefore probably bought for someone else's tastes - and a chokecherry cognac from drowned New York for himself. A tray and tumblers He sets it all down on the table and then wriggles back into his spot.

"Ugh, no, I'd want a--"

He was about to say 'a hot woman' but manages to remember in just the last second what kind of conversation they've just had. Thankfully, Jedao has good timing for once.

"All right! Now it's a proper evening!"

"So it is," Hakkai agrees, and takes Jedao's hand, threading their fingers together. He pours out a few generous drinks with his spare hand - the cherry cognac for Jedao and himself, because frankly sake isn't quite strong enough for his feelings at the moment, the whiskey for Gojyo - and hands them out, leaving his teacup on the table. It seems it's going to be a slightly classier round of drinks than he'd been imagining, but it's not as if he minds a clean cup.

"Bottoms up," he toasts, glancing from one of them to the other with a smile shading towards shyness.

Jedao squeezes his hand gently, and adds his weight on the opposite side to enforcing the unspoken cuddles.

"Cheers," he agrees.

Speaking of unspoken cuddles, at least Gojyo isn't jumping away from touching Hakkai as soon as another guy walks into the room. Progress?

"Last one to finish their glass is a loser", Gojyo toasts. It's probably a traditional toast somewhere. ~~Gojyo can always be counted on to lower the classiness of any set-up.~~

Hakkai laughs outright, and - well, good luck, Gojyo and Jedao: he's clearly taking that as a real challenge.

Down the hatch!

"I'm like six glasses in already," Jedao argues, only slightly exaggerating, sipping more slowly. "You're both way behind me."

Whelp!

Gojyo has no delusions that he'll ever beat Hakkai in a drinking contest, but he can't lose to Jedao! He drains his own glass, not with Hakkai's impossible speed but at least quicker than Jedao's.

Hakkai pours himself another glass - sake, this time - before settling in more comfortably on the sofa, doing his best not to dislodge Jeep (or lean away from the men to either side of him.)

This one he's drinking more slowly: he doesn't want to race Jedao, either, even if it's something of a question which of their metabolisms would really handle the alcohol better. But someone is going to have to make sure they all get poured into bed. And it is a good liquor, besides.

Speaking of which....

"If you need to crash here, afterwards, I've got blankets for the couch," he offers to Gojyo. No pressure, and it's certainly too soon (maybe always too soon) to offer a space in their bed: but still.

If he gets any encouragement, he's a possessive man.

"And I've got more of your cigarettes in the study. I can bring 'em out here later," Jedao adds on.

Gojyo makes a face at the sheer amount of bitter alcohol he swallowed in one go, before tossing back:

"Man, you guys must be so bored when I'm not around."

No he can't reply sincerely to being so earnestly included; he'd have an allergic reaction.

He might not be able to reply sincerely, but Hakkai hears the yeah, okay, whatever in the tossed-off comment, and grins behind his glass.

"So bored," he agrees ingenuously. "Nothing to do but think up places in the cabin we haven't had sex yet to cross them off the list."

It's three-quarters teasing, and one-quarter a sly attempt to sneak the image into Gojyo's mind, now that the offer has been explicitly made and left open.

"Don't worry," he adds, now entirely teasing, and downs another mouthful of sake. "I make sure everything's well scrubbed afterwards."

Jedao bursts into tipsy giggles.

"I was being so good, Hakkai-shei, I wasn't going to say anything," he exclaims, pressing his face against Hakkai's back while he quivers through the laughter. Peaking back over Hakkai's shoulder, he adds,

"But you should watch one of my shows with me, Hakkai is too sensible for harem dramas if he isn't participating."

Gojyo almost chokes on his cigarette like an amateur, and turns away to cough.

Normally he's all for sex jokes - hell, he's the one cracking them most of the time - but being reminded of Hakkai and Jedao's sex life right now... it's a little uncomfortable.

He's definitely not imagining anything. No image comes unbidden to his mind. Nothing about how some of the things he and Armand have been doing, he could be doing with Hakk--

"--H-how do you know I'm not into super serious dramas only anyway."

Hakkai's smugness about the absolutely-as-intended landing of his home is undercut by Jedao's extremely accurate crack about harem dramas he's a part of: he shoots Jedao a dry glance, but stays leaning comfortably against both of them.

"I think Jedao has a wide selection of dramas," he muses. Serious is an option... not that he thinks Gojyo wouldn't also appreciate the romantic dramas.

Jedao leans a little farther over Hakkai.

"Sha Gojyo, you look me dead in the eye and tell me you'd rather watch the 21-generation, 343-planet nomadic semi-historical quasi-tragic serious literary military epic A Dream of Ten Doorways than The Victorious Beauties of Hyacinth Moon."

But be careful, because if you pull it off he will absolutely bully you into watching Ten Doorways instead.

"I suppose I could consider expanding my taste to include more, ah, mainstream media."

Beauties does seem to suggest there are boobs involved. Gojyo is not so ready for purely gay porn yet.

"He'll appreciate having someone who pays attention to the dramas," Hakkai confides to Gojyo. "I usually just knit."

And while spending time together is nice, he's aware he's not properly appreciative of the media.

Jedao huffs a laugh and has another gulp of liquor.

"You'll like it. I've been putting it off for ages because it's mostly women as major players, but it's supposed to be a classic of romantic intrigue."

Yes, there are boobs involved. Jedao will be watching it for the plot, and also for the opportunity to get Gojyo used to having frustrated boners on their couch.

Gojyo drains the rest of his glass - he beat Jedao, hah! disregarding Jedao being like six glasses ahead - before refilling it.

"Fine, fine, I'll watch your stupid show. As long as the actresses are pretty. You--" he says as he bumps his shoulder against Hakkai's -- "are just not used to finding artistic merit in every art form. Do better."

~~Gojyo maybe has some experience with that, come this point.~~

"I'm sure it has artistic merit," Hakkai protests mildly. "I just prefer other kinds of media."

Books, mostly. Although it's harder to enjoy those in company, and Jedao's shows are perfectly good background noise....

Mildly embarrassed, he glances down at his sake just in time to catch Jeep trying a taste.

"Jeep! That's mine."

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