open post;; yeah why's it so fuckin' funny dickwad?

[hypochondrias]

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[trashmouthing]

[ they haven't really laid down rules of engagement around pda, but it's not a secret that richie has a boyfriend whose face crops up on instagram once in a long while. while sometimes he's tempted to his old anxieties whenever they touch in public, those mostly get drowned out by the perennial novelty of loving someone so much that every touch, public or private, is still its own thrill. ]

Read my mind.

[ he reaches sideways to sling his carry-on over his shoulder and reaches down for eddie unthinkingly as he stands. ]

Come on, if we've got time to kill the Sky Lounge probably has slightly less Michael Buble playing.

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[ as small a gesture as it is, eddie’s brain still stutters for a second before he takes richie’s proffered hand. he pulls himself to his feet, stretching briefly before taking his own barely-under-the-limit-sized carry on in hand. ]

Sky Lounge, [ eddie repeats, like the words don’t sit right on his tongue, ] of course. Of course you get into the lounges. Jesus Christ.

[ an airport lounge, what a novel concept. something an economical-minded eddie kaspbrak could never dream up in his most lavish imaginings. his creativity just doesn’t extend that far. but now that richie’s mentioned it, naturally eddie’s gotta see it.

there’s a certain satisfaction that comes with moving past throngs of stressed out holiday travelers. doubly so when one is about to check into a sky lounge during the busiest season of the year. ]

Hold on a second. Are you telling me we could’ve been hanging out in one of these this whole time?

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Get into, come on, it's not a club where they turn you away at the door if you aren't hot enough. You just pay money to Papa Delta.

[ he stops before the doors and reaches for his wallet, rifling through for a card, he leans his head close to eddie's as he does it, conspiratorial. ]

Which it turns out I do but [ relenting ] I forget about it all the time because I'm a man of the people, Eds, I put my pants on one leg at a time and get my margaritas at Chili's.

[ he flashes the card at the attendant, who confirms that eddie is his one guest; he pushes open the glass doors gallantly and lets eddie pass through first. the lax sky club hasn't changed much since he last saw it maybe earlier this year, garish blue-tinted lights and a smaller crowd than the masses outside. ]

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Which it turns out Steve does, you mean, even if it is your account - whoa.

[ eddie stops just inside the lounge, eyes slightly widened. it's more like a restaurant than anything one would ever see inside an airport: all tall windows, synthetic leather seating and florescent lighting. but there's a bar, charging outlets eddie doesn't have to fight teenagers for, a restaurant, and according to a sign on the wall, showers.

he entertains the impure thoughts that immediately pop up in his head long enough to nudge richie with his elbow when he approaches. ]

Showers, huh?

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If ya nasty.

[ richie puts his hand at the small of eddie's back to guide him to the bar, though. because priorities. ]

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[ given the chance to shower, eddie might take it. even if he hasn’t been on a plane yet. but richie's singleminded in another direction, and where he goes, eddie follows. right up to the bar, where he grabs a menu, barely able to control the way his expression falls. ]

Eighteen bucks?! It’s like we’re... fuckin’ downtown or some shit. [ he studiously avoids a bartender’s eyes. ] Choose wisely, young Jedi.

[trashmouthing]

[ richie, on the other hand, beams at the bartender once they're both seated. an hour isn't that much time, he reasons, so a drink and some snacks wouldn't be terribly out of the question. plus eddie's stinginess is wildly endearing when richie's own natural instinct is to set big piles of money on fire early and often. ]

Two mules, we'll have. [ convincing yoda voice and everything, as if eddie hadn't said young jedi. he turns to eddie again as the woman behind the counter nods and starts to prep their drinks. ] Hey, do you remember SkyMall?