Candy Candy (Sean)

Since they were fine on wine, both because Sean’s list involved hard liquor and because he tended to have an abundance of wine at any given moment – it went more slowly than beer and hard liquor since he was often the only one to drink it – the telepath led Josh immediately towards the aisles dedicated to liquor. Their first stop was rum, as promised. “Add whatever you want.”

They had credit cards, should this surpass the amount of cash he had on his person. Because of that, he also wanted to see if they had any specials for Halloween, since every store seemed to have such specials.

The telepath didn’t have suggestions off the top of his head, primarily because he hadn’t given any thought to the topic for tonight. Drinking together – yes, kissing and embracing on the sofa – yes, pinning Josh to the bed later, assuming that they could ascend the stairs without falling down – yes.

However, he certainly didn’t object to the notion as proposed, despite not having given it consideration.

Sean smiled at the first suggestion of them violating copyright law for bedroom roleplay, dressing up as Holmes and Watson. “Solving a mystery is a good suggestion.” He had no spare hands to reach up to stroke Josh’s hair, and thus he settled for craning his neck downward to nuzzle the top of his partner’s head.

He was less keen on the police scenario for tonight, not after all of the discussions about Greg. However... “Cowboys are another possibility. I know we have the hats and the vests.”

Since Josh offered no additional ideas for costumes, Sean assumed that they had reached an agreement for later that night, which was fine with him. Either would do easily enough, and he wanted the other man to be excited.

Admittedly, Kahlua was absent from the liquor cabinet, because Sean didn’t keep a vast amount, and they had used the last of it on another endeavor some weeks back, before Josh’s withdrawal had become so severe that they didn’t interact. Back when they had been drinking together as the primary form of companionship. As such, Kahlua, if that would make Josh happy, was a necessity.

“Mister Bernstein, how you talk...” the telepath said with a small smile, responding entirely to the other man’s promise of eternal indebtedness, only to rescind immediately and offer only for “the rest of the week.”

However, Sean also scanned the shelves for the desired liquor, and after a moment of walking down the aisle, he found the desired section. Lifting his hand, the one not carrying the basket, he gestured for Josh to come join him. “Here you go. Get as much as you want.”

They certainly had the room for it, and they’d agreed that this was an all you can drink endeavor.