"Wine, I think," says Martin mildly, pleased John seems as ready to move on as he is. He grunts softly as he hauls himself out of bed, offering John a hand to help him follow. Something stronger would feel more like drinking to forget, to him; wine feels properly celebratory.
Not to mention it's easier to just put an entire bottle away between the two of them, without the fuss of preparing proper drinks.
Once John is upright, Martin guides them back out to the living room, suffused with the bright pink and orange of summer sunset. It makes him feel a bit more awake, a bit more prepared to enjoy himself, and he smiles as he makes a bee-line for the liquor cabinet, fetching a rather nice Merlot they've both been saving for some unspoken occasion.
"Glasses?" he asks, glancing back at John. "Or straight from the bottle?" They usually go about this properly, and glasses would complete the celebratory picture, but with the sharp turn the evening just took, Martin thinks the outright debauchery of sharing a bottle like a pair of teens feels rather more enticing than it ordinarily might.
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Not to mention it's easier to just put an entire bottle away between the two of them, without the fuss of preparing proper drinks.
Once John is upright, Martin guides them back out to the living room, suffused with the bright pink and orange of summer sunset. It makes him feel a bit more awake, a bit more prepared to enjoy himself, and he smiles as he makes a bee-line for the liquor cabinet, fetching a rather nice Merlot they've both been saving for some unspoken occasion.
"Glasses?" he asks, glancing back at John. "Or straight from the bottle?" They usually go about this properly, and glasses would complete the celebratory picture, but with the sharp turn the evening just took, Martin thinks the outright debauchery of sharing a bottle like a pair of teens feels rather more enticing than it ordinarily might.