"It really does," John agreed. and let his hand slip down to lightly rest on Bobby's ass, all very couple-y and possessive and tender at once. "You play your cards right, you might get to go home with the man of your dreams tonight, Drake." He gave that ass a gentle squeeze, just to underscore his point.

"And I got the 'Kraken Frost Bite'," John told him, looking at his glass for a moment. The lime, mint and cranberry cut through the rum with a bit of a tang, and it all felt pretty good after a few sips. "For sentimental reasons." Because he was one big softy, or something.