#drinking champagne with Slider

[galehautstomb]

to whoever came up with the "hangster wedding is the equivalent of the royal wedding for the navy" headcanon I'm forever in your debt, that is a god-tier concept, I'm obsessed, those wedding invitations would be worth more than a fighter jet costs

[sophsbookstore]

i loved the quinn x pregnant!reader 💕 i was wondering if you could write one of their baby shower, where quinn is just being so attentive since it can get overwhelming tyy

Little All Star

Quinn Hughes x Pregnant!reader

read part 3 here!

Word count: 1564

Hockey Masterlist

A/N: Baby shower time!! (I also added a gender reveal at the end!)

The room buzzed with a chaotic symphony of laughter, chatter, and the clinking of champagne flutes (sparkling cider for her, of course). (Y/N), radiant with a seven-month glow, navigated the crowded living room of their Vancouver home with practiced ease, a hand resting protectively on her swollen belly. It was her baby shower, and the guest list read like a who's who of the NHL. Seriously, almost every player seemed to be there, along with their wives and girlfriends. It was a testament to Quinn's popularity, and to the genuine warmth (Y/N) herself radiated.

(Y/N) turned to Nathan MacKinnon and his partner. "Nate! You made it! I was worried you’d still be stuck in practice."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Nate grinned, handing her a gift bag. "Congrats, (Y/N) and Quinn. You two are going to be amazing parents."

She moved on, greeting Auston Matthews, Cale Makar, and a slew of other hockey stars and their families. It was a whirlwind of well-wishes, baby advice (solicited and unsolicited), and gifts that ranged from adorable knitted outfits to high-tech baby monitors. Quinn, ever the gracious host, was circulating too, though (Y/N) noticed he kept a watchful eye on her, always ready to steer her away from any potential bumps or overly enthusiastic hugs.

After working her way through the room, (Y/N) clinked a spoon against a champagne glass, the sound cutting through the din. "Okay, everyone, can I have your attention for a moment?" she announced, a playful smile on her face. The room quieted down, all eyes turning towards her.

"First off, thank you all so much for being here. It means the world to Quinn and me to have you all celebrate this special moment with us. We're so excited to welcome our little one into the world, and we can't wait for all the chaos and joy that's to come."

She paused, gesturing towards a table laden with plain white onesies and fabric markers in every color imaginable. "Now, for a little activity. We'd love for each of you to personalize a onesie for our baby. Get creative! Draw a picture, write a message, whatever you like. We'll cherish these forever."

A murmur of excitement rippled through the room. Hockey players, known more for their skills on the ice than their artistic abilities, suddenly became engrossed in the task at hand. Auston Matthews meticulously drew a maple leaf, while Cale Makar opted for a more abstract design. Even Quinn, usually so reserved, was sketching something with a focused expression. (Y/N) watched him, her heart swelling with love. She knew he was going to be the most amazing dad.

Her future in-laws, Quinn’s parents and brothers, were beaming with pride. They hovered nearby, offering (Y/N) snacks and drinks, making sure she was comfortable. "You're glowing, sweetheart," Quinn’s mom, Ellen, said, squeezing her hand. "You and Quinn are going to make such wonderful parents."

As the afternoon progressed, the onesie-decorating continued, the laughter and chatter never ceasing. (Y/N) felt overwhelmed with love and gratitude. Looking around at the room full of people who cared about her and Quinn, she knew that their baby was already surrounded by so much love.

The aroma of mini quiches, sliders, and an assortment of other delectable finger foods filled the air. The onesie decorating had transitioned seamlessly into a relaxed buffet-style meal. Guests mingled, plates in hand, the earlier artistic endeavors now a source of amusement and lighthearted ribbing. (Y/N), however, was content to perch on a plush armchair, a plate of fruit and a small pastry balanced on her bump. She watched the scene unfold with a warm smile, feeling a profound sense of happiness.

Suddenly, Quinn was beside her, his hand gently resting on her shoulder. "Hey," he said softly, his eyes filled with concern. "You okay? You've been sitting here for a while."

(Y/N) looked up at him, her smile widening. "I'm perfect," she assured him, taking his hand in hers. "Just soaking it all in. It's amazing to see everyone here celebrating with us."

Quinn's gaze softened as he looked at her. "You're amazing," he murmured, his thumb gently stroking her hand. He glanced down at her belly. "And so is this little one."

"They're both great," (Y/N) confirmed, patting her bump affectionately. "Really. I'm feeling good. A little tired, maybe, but good."

Quinn still looked a little worried. "You sure? You haven't been up and moving around much."

(Y/N) chuckled. "I'm seven months pregnant, Quinn. Moving around isn't exactly my favorite pastime these days." She squeezed his hand. "Go on, enjoy yourself. Talk to the guys. I know you haven't seen some of them in a while."

Quinn hesitated. "I'm good here with you," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Quinn," (Y/N) said gently, "I want you to have fun too. This is a celebration for you as well. Go on. I promise I'll be fine. My mom and your mom are keeping a close eye on me," she added, nodding towards the two women who were indeed hovering nearby, chatting animatedly.

Quinn finally relented, though his expression still held a hint of worry. "Okay," he said, giving her hand a final squeeze. "But I'll be checking in every five minutes."

(Y/N) laughed. "Deal."

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, then brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," (Y/N) replied, her heart overflowing with love for this man who was so devoted to her and their unborn child.

As Quinn went off to join his teammates, (Y/N) watched him go, a soft smile playing on her lips. She knew he would always worry about them. It was just the kind of person he was. And honestly, she wouldn't have it any other way. It was a testament to his love, a love that she knew would only grow stronger when their little one finally arrived. She looked down at her belly, feeling a tiny flutter. "Your dad's a good one," she whispered to her baby. "We're lucky to have him."

The buffet tables were now mostly cleared, the remnants of the delicious food a testament to the celebratory feast. (Y/N) and Quinn, hand in hand, made their way to the center of the living room, a shared, excited glint in their eyes. They had a little surprise planned, a grand finale to the already wonderful afternoon.

"Alright everyone," (Y/N) announced, her voice ringing with anticipation. "We have one more little thing to share with you all before you go."

Quinn stepped forward, placing a protective arm around her. "We're so excited to finally reveal the gender of our baby," he said, his gaze sweeping over the crowd of smiling faces.

A collective gasp rippled through the room, followed by a flurry of excited whispers. The guests had been eagerly awaiting this moment. (Y/N) had strategically avoided any hints throughout the shower, keeping everyone guessing.

"And to help us with this very important announcement," (Y/N) continued, gesturing towards the doorway, "we have two very special helpers."

As if on cue, Jack and Luke Hughes walked into the room, a dramatic flair in their steps. The crowd erupted in laughter. Jack was decked out head-to-toe in blue, while Luke was a vision in pink. The brothers grinned mischievously at each other, the playful rivalry evident in their eyes.

"So," Quinn explained, a smile playing on his lips, "the Hughes brothers are going to settle this once and for all. A little brotherly competition to reveal whether we're welcoming a little hockey player or a future hockey player!"

The room erupted in cheers and laughter. Jack and Luke squared off, their playful banter echoing through the room. They started “play” fighting, shoving each other lightly, much to the amusement of the crowd. It was clear they were enjoying the theatrics of it all. The playful wrestling match continued for a few minutes, with both brothers putting on a show. Finally, after a particularly dramatic tumble, Jack emerged victorious, pinning Luke to the ground.

"It's a boy!" Jack shouted, pumping his fist in the air, his blue attire now even more prominent.

The room exploded. Cheers, whistles, and applause filled the air. Quinn let out a whoop of joy, pumping his fists in the air mirroring his younger brother and then turning to (Y/N) and pulling her into a passionate kiss.

"We're having a little boy!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with pure happiness.

The hockey players in the crowd went wild. "Future NHL star!" someone yelled. "Another Hughes brother on the ice!" "Get him a mini stick!" others shouted, their voices filled with excitement.

(Y/N) laughed, her eyes sparkling with tears of joy. She looked around at the room, at all the people who were sharing in their happiness, and felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Their little boy was already so loved.

As the celebration continued, (Y/N) leaned into Quinn, her hand resting on her belly. "Looks like we're going to have our hands full," she murmured.

Quinn smiled, kissing her forehead. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he replied, his eyes filled with love and anticipation. "I can't wait to meet our little guy."

[watchyourbuck]

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[riofann]

5. tempestuous

Tempestuous: characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion.

Previous Chapter

Trigger warning: Violence, Arson

Tuesday December 31, 2019

The bar is alive, it's expected it is New Years Eve after all. There's sooo many people it makes it difficult to maneuver with drinks and food in hand, it felt like the entire city was convened at your bar even though you knew it wasn’t true.  Thank goodness for your staff being willing to pick up extra shifts all hands-on deck  was the moto tonight and they were going to get compensated for it. You had triple the amount of people helping. You gave a limited menu today as well, no way were you having your team  frying up and grilling all types of food. Finger food: fries, sliders, sandwiches, dips, chips, mixed nuts, you name it things that wouldn’t matter if they fell on the floor or were lost due to the commotion. 

At first you didn’t see him because you were so busy running around delivering food, picking up glasses arguing with drunk customers. You felt like someone was watching you and that's when you paused to scan the bar, and your eyes met. He lifts his glass to you before turning his attention to the TV ahead. 

Why was he here? Shouldn’t he be with Marcus or Nick and family? You didn’t have time to worry about him because your bartender was arguing with a customer.

“I ASKTH FOR ANOTHER FUCKING SHOTH OF JAGERBOMBS AND THIS DHICKH WON’T GIVE THEM TO MEE!” he screams slurring his speech

You smile and nod clasping your hands “That is because you are at your limit you are slurring your words you can’t stand straight so we are closing your tab” “I AM A LHOYAL CUSTOMEH YOU BITCH! YOU GIVE ME MY FUCKING SHOT NOW!” You make a face and smirk before picking up your walkie talkie “Sean I need you at the bar rear entrance” In less than 1 minute Sean arrives

“What’s up boss?”

“We have closed this gentleman’s tab because of his current state, I want him out of the bar please” “Oh come on you don’t have to do that listen he is our friend we will watch him we know he gets testy when drunk” his friend defends You give a half sympathetic smile “You’re friend called me a bitch at my own bar he’s not welcome anymore” “Come on listen we will leave a good tip” You shake your head “Nooo, I’m sorry but that won’t do, you can go with him if you would like” The group remained silent “I am happy to close out your tabs and let you enjoy the rest of new years but I don’t tolerate disrespect to my staff or myself so what’s it going to be?” “Fucking bitch men” you hear from behind “Excuse me?!” You lean forward over the bar “I didn’t hear you speak up” you talk directly to the one you know said it   “It’s nothing name on the tab Taylor” another friend speaks seemingly embarrassed by the situation at hand You beam at him “Perfect lets close you out so you can enjoy the rest of your evening!” You turn to Sean “Don’t leave until they are gone” “Yes ma’am” 

You turn to find Rio gone, you needed to speak to him. You urgently leave the bar running onto the parking lot to see if you can spot his car. You don’t. You make it back to the bar defeated. 

The time reaches when the countdown begins, you have the staff pass out champagne flutes to everyone 3 minutes prior to the count down. You on the barstool by bar along with the rest of your bartenders, your staff surrounds you. You even have the kitchen staff join in. 

“10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!” The crowd erupts in celebration as Auld Lang Syne blasts through the speakers! You take a few shots with your staff before the party continues. Time moves by faster now and you and your staff are focused on getting people home safely and making sure nothing nefarious is taking place. 

“Have a good night, remember we aren’t open till Friday” “Oh so you guys get some days off?”  A customer comments “YES FINALLY” one of the waiters comments laughing along with the customers

“She got y’all working on tight schedule” one customer comments “Nah we love her” they hug you 

“Yea yea yea” you joke around with them. When the last customer is gone you all work together to clean up all the bar so that the only thing that needed to be done was opening back up on Friday and get into the swing of the new year.

“Thanks guys, drive safe please! If you’re gonna party please be safe!” 

“We will” “Sean Gracie (bar managers)  thank you so much your hard work I’ll see you guys Friday be safe okay” “Will do Y/N” 

Sunday January 5, 2020

You wake up groggy from the night before you had picked up drinking as a coping mechanism to nurse your stress. Slowly you make your way to your kitchen. 

“Good morning sleeping beauty” You hear his voice which makes you drop your mug with a scream. He snickers behind you. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask him 

“Well seeing that you made a scene last week” He speaks to you going to his warehouses and demanding to talk to him 

You turn to face him “I have to talk to you” 

He smiles “what could be so important?” “Where have you been?” He smiles at you “I’m a busy man I’ve been working” Your phone rings and you look down at it 

“How’d you get in?” You had upped your security recently, for sure you thought if someone was breaking in you would be alerted

“Gonna pick that up?” It was Alejandro calling you

“I need to talk to you” “I’m here, better hurry up before your man shows up” 

You roll your eyes “He’s not my boyfriend” 

Your phone rings again “I think you should pick up” “I have to talk to you” “I’m listening” Before you can say anything there’s a knock on your door that makes you jump again. “I’ll get it” he smirks before standing up to open the door 

One of Alejandro’s goons barges in with gun in hand pointing it at Rio 

With hands up Rio says “I’m leaving, I’m leaving” Your phone rings again you watch as Rio walks out before picking it up 

Saturday January 25, 2020 

“Hey boss” you hear Gracie call to you while knocking the door “Rio and Mick are back!” she beams “Ohhh.... that’s great!” you force a smile

“Wanna take the food out to them?” You shake your head “just pass my hellos” “Oh okay, Rio asked for you” 

“Tell him I’m busy” “Okay” 

You resume the task on hand 20 so minutes later there’s another knock 

“Hey, he said he really wants to talk to you” You sigh “okay” you feel your hands shake but put your best poker face on and leave the office

“Hey” He smiles at you as Mick shimmy’s he’s way out of the booth. You don’t protest like you usually did

“We got interrupted last time what did you want to talk to me about?” 

You shake your head “Nothing, no longer relevant” He snorts “Oh your man got you on a tight leash” “He is not my man” you speak defeated He hums taking a bite of his food “You good?” You nod vigorously “Yea! Just working” “Y/N” You feel your phone vibrating  “I have to go” “You just got here” You take a deep sigh and mutter out “He threatened to kill Marcus, thought you should know” You glance at your phone Alejandro was calling 

Rio laughs throwing his head back “I’m not worried about that” and you knew if anyone had security it was his family no one could get close without one of his men running interference “Yea see not important, figured I just panicked for nothing initially” He glances at you “nah.… that aint what you wanted to tell me” “It’s all I got excuse me” You don’t give Mick the option, instead you practically push him out of the booth before you very quickly find your way on the other side of the restaurant. 

(A/N: when I wrote this I envisioned pushing Mick out the booth and it made me laugh, because the man doesn’t say much so you know he huffing and puffing while you got hands pushing him out)

Wednesday February 5, 2020

You proceed opening the delivery boxes to find a burner phone with the words “call me” written on the paper. You stare at the box and the cell phone before placing it to the side gently as if it was a bomb. It adds to your paranoia. It could be Rio or Alejandro or someone else and you weren’t willing to take the risk.

Monday February 17, 2020 

“What’chu doing here lady I already told you we don’t know a Rio!” the very scary looking man comments as you attempt to make your way into the warehouse “They know where everything is stashed” The man scoffs “They are gonna hit all of them at the same time” “Lady you must be on that shit huh? I don’t know what’chu talkin’ bout!”

“Just warn Rio” with that you leave 

Friday March 13, 2020

“Hey mama” You hear as soon as you walk into your office at 9:00am that morning “Why ain't you....” you slap your hand on his mouth to shut him up 

Your phone rings “Hello” “Buenos dias Carino? Who’s at the bar now?” “No one” you turn to look at Rio and put the phone on speaker

"Sounded like a man, is Cristobal there?" "No!" you clear your throat to sound more convincing "No he is not here, seeing how you chased him out of town"

He chuckles arrogantly "Eso perro didn’t stand a chance just checking, I’ll keep in touch"

"Listen before you go I need to be able to do payroll so i need money for my workers"

He chuckles "si si si carino, yea you will" you don't believe him

You hung up with your hand still on Rio’s mouth, “sorry” you mouth removing it. “I can’t talk” you mouth to him pointing out your headphones 

He nods understanding your situation, you slowly remove your hand from his mouth hoping you two would remain silent and communicate via pen and paper

"What do you want?" You write on the note pad

He looks down at the paper then up at you, there's a pause you can't tell what he is thinking

You motion with your hands opening them up and mouth "what?" to him

He throws his head back laughing “Nah I'm not doing this, you might not be able to talk but, I can though, so what you wanna talk to me about?” Your mouth hangs open, your phone rings and it's Alejandro again “Why?” You ask with tears in your eyes He stands up and looks at you “I told you to pick wisely, see you around yea?” He smirks leaning close to your ear  “hola Alejandro, mi amigo” 

You look down at your ringing phone 

Thursday April 1, 2020

You wake up body sore groaning internally wishing for 2 mores hours of sleep or 1 more at least. You were starting to look and feel like a shell of the person you used to be. You sit up on your bed and notice Rio sitting on the corner chair bloody and bruised. Gun aimed at you with a deep scowl. The instant fear makes you freeze in place, making sure your eyes didn’t deceive you. Damnit what is going on with your new system? It’s supposed to be alerting you. Why was Rio the only one slipping by it?

You both sit staring at each other it feels like hours have passed by when he decides to speak. You have a death grip on your gun although if you move you know he would know and shoot you instead.

He adjusts sitting up straight “How’d you know?” he asks. You swallow not wanting to reveal the secret. “Better start talkin’” he warns aiming the gun at your head

“I heard them”

“Heard them say what?” “They were gonna attack your family, a planned attack all at once” you whisper

Your phone rings, its Alejandro, you had a specific notification to know it was him

He nods “Gonna pick that up?” You shake your head 

“They knew everything” 

“I know” you confirm

He mugs you “You told them!” You shake your head “It wasn't me Rio” “They knew where my safe houses were, they attacked Marcus, my kid, my son Y/N!” He pauses to gather himself

“Is he okay?” you ask

He nods slowly “He will be” 

Your phone rings again

“Gonna pick that up?” 

You shake your head “I’m good as dead anyway so no” 

“How?” “You have a mole” you comment

“You!” he accuses 

You shake your head “I didn’t know everything, someone high up, someone close to you. You gotta go it takes them 5 minutes to show up” you advise

He stands up and limps away out the door 

Wednesday April 15, 2020

After the attack on Rio things had been extremely tense. It felt like the city was a war zone the amount of shootings/mutilation of bodies increased exponentially. For some you were sure they had Rio/Alejandro attached for the others you couldn’t tell if it was just a bi-product of the issues happening or a random act of violence.

Your head is throbbing, no literally it feels like it has it’s own heart beat. You go to touch it but your hands are tied.

“Rapido cabron!” you hear

There's splashing and sloshing sound around you, droplets of the liquid was getting on you and try to look around 

“CHINGA TU MADRE!” you hear before intense pain, and you’re blacked out again 

“Y/N! Y/N!” 

You groan 

“Get her in the ambulance now!”

“Y/N, Y/N, It's Jasmine can you open your eyes?” 

You try to cover your eyes but your arms don’t move again “the light is bright”  you close them again as you fade in and out of consciousness 

Authors Note: Please leave your feedback do you like it do you hate it?, again please don't steal. Only repost, like, or give credit.

XOXO Rose

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[mintedwitcher]

Personally I believe the reason why bachelor party planner!Buck is so high strung is because he doesn't have a physical clipboard.

Someone prevented this man from using an emotional regulatory tool and look what happened. He's got anxiety. He's mad about sliders. He won't let you drink champagne. He slapped Eddie's hand.

#GiveBuckAClipboard #ClipboardsCanBeStimToolsIfYoureBraveEnough

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Planning a bachelorette party in Las Vegas means you’re in for an unforgettable experience—and choosing the right resort is key. Las Vegas resorts with pools are known for turning up the fun, offering everything from high-energy pool parties to luxurious cabana lounging. These resorts aren’t just places to stay; they’re destinations packed with entertainment, amenities, and Insta-worthy moments perfect for celebrating the bride-to-be. Whether you’re into all-day DJ sets, spa-style relaxation, or sipping cocktails in the sun.

Chic Dayclub Vibes at Las Vegas Resorts with Pools

For bachelorettes looking for music, energy, and dancing in the sun, Las Vegas resorts with pools offer the ultimate dayclub experience. Resorts like Virgin Hotels LV are known for their curated vibes and DJ-fueled pool scenes that create nonstop energy. These pool decks feel like open-air clubs, with party-ready guests, signature cocktails, and upbeat soundtracks setting the mood. It's an ideal setting to celebrate a bride’s final fling with her best friends, where the sun meets nightlife.

Cabanas and Bottle Service for Your Private Party Zone

One of the biggest perks of Las Vegas resorts with pools is access to private cabanas and VIP bottle service. These reserved areas give your group space to chill, toast, and party in luxury without the hustle of the crowd. Resorts like Virgin Hotels LV offer beautifully styled cabanas complete with shaded seating, dedicated service, and customizable drink menus. Whether you're popping champagne or ordering frozen margaritas, the attention to detail makes every bride feel like a queen.

Las Vegas Resorts with Pools Offering Poolside Dining

Great food and refreshing drinks are essentials for any celebration, and Las Vegas resorts with pools deliver both right to your lounge chair. Whether it’s gourmet sliders, fresh fruit platters, or handcrafted cocktails, poolside menus cater to every taste. At Virgin Hotels LV, guests enjoy a blend of elevated bites and classic favorites designed for all-day enjoyment under the sun. No need to leave the fun—everything comes to you.

Instagrammable Backdrops at Every Poolside Corner

Let’s face it—a bachelorette weekend isn’t complete without stunning photos. Las Vegas resorts with pools are designed with eye-catching decor, vibrant murals, and stylish poolscapes that are ideal for snapping group pics and selfies. At Virgin Hotels LV, you’ll find aesthetic poolside views that turn your weekend into a photo-worthy escape. With sparkling waters, chic seating, and palm-lined perimeters, every corner becomes a backdrop for fun, beauty, and memories.

Relaxation Options for the Morning After the Party

While Vegas is known for going hard, downtime is equally important—especially the morning after. Many Las Vegas resorts with pools offer tranquil settings designed for calm and recovery. Virgin Hotels LV features loungers, shaded retreats, and chill vibes perfect for easing into the day. Whether you’re catching some sun or sipping iced lattes with your girls, these peaceful spaces provide the perfect recovery zone.

All-in-One Amenities for Seamless Party Planning

Las Vegas resorts with pools often offer more than just pool access—they provide all-in-one convenience for bachelorette party planners. From spa packages and beauty services to cocktail bars and live entertainment, resorts like Virgin Hotels LV make planning effortless. You don’t need to bounce between venues to keep the party going. Everything’s right there, from brunch to blowouts to dance floors. This makes it easy to focus on celebrating while the resort takes care of the rest.

Personalized Experiences That Elevate Every Celebration

What sets Las Vegas resorts with pools apart is the ability to customize the party experience. Virgin Hotels LV offers tailored packages and add-ons to match your group’s vibe, from curated playlists to custom cocktails. This personal touch elevates your celebration, making it feel like more than just a weekend getaway. Whether you're planning a themed bash, a surprise moment for the bride, or a relaxed girls-only escape, these customizable options bring your dream party to life.

Conclusion

Las Vegas resorts with pools offer the ultimate backdrop for an unforgettable bachelorette party. From high-energy dayclubs and luxe cabanas to recovery lounges and all-in-one planning, the right resort makes every moment extraordinary. At Virgin Hotels LV, every detail is designed to balance fun, luxury, and celebration. Whether you're splashing through a pool party or lounging in a private cabana, these experiences turn a once-in-a-lifetime occasion into something even more special.

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Yamamoto Sayaka at Japan Night 2025

What’s a Yamamoto Sayaka fan in the United States supposed to do when they find out she is performing at a gig in New York City? Bite the bullet on an expensive Times Square hotel and go check it out, of course!

Sayaka was invited to perform at Japan Night, a new event to go with Japan Day, a long-running, daylong street festival featuring traditional and contemporary Japanese culture and food that takes place on the second Saturday of May. The event took place May 9 at the Edison Ballroom, which is next to the historic Hotel Edison and across 47th Street from the Barrymore Theater, where “Othello,” starring Denzel Washington and Jake Gyllenhaal, was being performed. It’s about three blocks from Times Square.

The event also featured an intro by a group playing and singing a traditional song and wearing traditional outfits while processing into the room followed by cast members from the stage musical version of “Attack on Titan,” which was on Broadway last fall, and the Miyabi Koto Shamisen Ensemble, led by Ishigure Masayo, a well-known koto player.

The koto is a really cool, harp-like instrument. I first saw a koto performance in a Vietnamese restaurant in Kyoto. I thought it was impressive when the performer, Watanabe Kasumi, tuned her koto with a socket wrench.

The Miyabi Koto Shamisen Ensemble included a couple of white guys who introduced the pieces.

Each of the main musical groups after the intro performed 15-20 minutes of music. There also was a lengthy presentation from the event’s main sponsor, ASP Group, about their cruise ships, an onsen resort and some master artists in Japan. It was basically a “COME TO JAPAN” pitch. The videos they played were narrated in Japanese with English subtitles. Unfortunately, the subtitles were at the bottom of the screen and unless you were at the very front of the audience they were blocked from view by the people in front of you. The narrator was a well-known Japanese filmmaker who couldn’t be there in person because he was going to the Cannes Film Festival.

There were remarks by some other dignitaries, too.

Before the concert, there was a reception from 5:30 to 7 p.m. that featured samples of Mio sparkling sake, a white wine from CoCo Farm and Winery in Tochigi Prefecture, samples from the Times Square location of I’m Donut?, and roving waiters serving various hors d'oeuvres. My favorite were bite-sized salmon onigiri “sliders.” They were triangle-shaped sandwiches with salmon between two layers of rice that you could dip into soy sauce. The chocolate-dipped strawberries were delicious but messy. I probably should have grabbed a napkin to hold the strawberry with because the juice got all over my hand.

The bar serving the Mio sake was at the top of the stairway to the venue’s second floor, and there was a woman directing us to take one of the small, plastic cups “for kampai.” I waited several minutes before trying the sake because I was waiting for someone to do a toast. If someone did a toast, I didn’t hear it.

When the guy at the CoCo table told me the winery is in Tochigi Prefecture, I told him that I have a friend who used to live there. I did not tell him Matt was not a fan of Tochigi.

The winery sounds like a pretty cool place, particularly because they work with people with intellectual disabilities.

The reception took place in two rooms and a lobby-like area on the second floor of the venue. I just kind of wandered between the two main rooms, people watching and killing time before the concert. There were two bars, and along with the usual drinks they had two special cocktails: one with blue curacao and a sparkling wine, I think, served in a champagne flute. I didn’t have that. I had the cherry sake cocktail, which was very good. It was sake with something giving it a cherry flavor topped with some ginger ale served over ice in a rocks glass.

I’m Donut? had two kinds of doughnuts (Associated Press spelling): a standard ring glazed and their original, brioche-based powdered sugar doughnut. Both were delicious. They apparently have long lines at the bakery, so it was nice to not have to wait.

A couple of days before the event, the organizers sent an email to the ticket-holders recommending that we dress festively and suggested suits and dresses. I don’t have a suit that fits very well — and I don't own any dresses — so I wore a light blue sport coat, light khaki pants, brown dress shoes, a white dress shirt, and a pink tie that I bought to wear to my sister’s wedding. The lighter colors seemed festive to me.

Most everybody there seemed to be of Japanese or Asian descent. The women mostly wore party dresses — there were some wearing yukatas or kimonos — and most of the guys wore dark suits with white dress shirts and dark ties — the standard uniform you see most office workers wear in Japanese cities. It was on a Friday evening right after work, so I imagine most of the Japanese guys who work in New York came straight from their offices. I did see a 30-something guy and a 20-something woman wearing T-shirts from Sayaka’s “I’m Ready” concert tour. The guy was completely casual in the T-shirt and shorts, while the girl was wearing a skirt and a blazer over the T-shirt. There were some photographers milling about taking pictures.

In the room where the concert took place, two Sayaka fangirls were seated to my left. They cheered loudly for her when she was introduced. They were about 30 years old. The girl next to me produced a Canon DSLR with a long lens, maybe a 70-300 mm, from a large, cloth tote bag. I’m sure she got some good shots. We were in row D on the left side facing the stage, which was about 20 feet from the stage. I had a tall guy between me and Sayaka, so I didn’t bother trying to take any photos with my phone. There were two premium rows up front, then an aisle, then the regular seats with a center aisle dividing them left and right.

The woman in charge of the event did ask us not to take photos or videos after the “Attack on Titan” performance. I wish I had at least recorded audio of Sayaka’s performance. She sounded great, as expected. She introduced herself in English, but then got to playing her four songs: 

1. “Yasashisa ni Tsutsumareta Nara” by Arai Yumi.

2. “365 Nichi no Kamihikouki” by AKB48.

3. “Nando Demo” by Dreams Come True.

4. “Blue Star” by Yamamoto Sayaka.

Here's a clip of "Nando Demo" posted by a fan: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/kVDCT6k3Jto

Sayaka posted on Instagram that she wanted to showcase some different Japanese songs. The first song apparently is associated with Studio Ghibli, so it probably was familiar to anime fans. I was not not familiar with it. Sayaka centered “365,” which was a B-side for AKB but was the theme song for a morning TV drama in Japan and gained wide popularity. Sayaka covered “Nando Demo” on her “identity” album. “Blue Star” is one of Sayaka’s more recent songs, which she released in April 2024. It allowed her to show off her vocal range.

She played solo with just a guitar. She changed guitars between “Nando Demo” and “Blue Star.” It seemed like she might have regretted her choice of blouse, because it had these large, sparkly decorations on the sleeves and she had to pull her right sleeve way up to keep the decorations from rubbing up against the guitar.

One mildly annoying thing about the concert was the emcee, NBC News correspondent Emilie Ikeda, mispronounced Sayaka’s name by emphasizing the middle syllable: sigh-YAK-ah.

One kinda cool thing about the show was that Sayaka entered from a side door to the right of the seating instead of from backstage like the other acts. She looked a little nervous or unsure what to expect, but once she got up on stage and started playing and singing, she was locked in.

I really hope she gets to come back with her band and play some shows, but I also want to go back to Japan to catch one of her concerts there.

Here's an article in Japanese about the event: https://www.excite.co.jp/news/article/E1746850024995/

If you use Chrome and have it translate the page, it'll read well in English.

Here are some photos: https://thenaturalaristocrat.com/2025/05/10/exclusive-photos-sayaka-yamamoto-at-japan-night-2025-nyc-concert/

And here's a video that shows some of the venue and the "Attack on Titan" performance: https://www.tiktok.com/@adventurous_anders/video/7503379136585501982

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Best Happy Hour Food Specials: Pairing Drinks with Bites

Best Happy Hour Food Specials are the perfect way to enjoy delicious bites at unbeatable prices. From half-priced wings and discounted sliders to gourmet nachos and sushi deals, happy hour specials offer something for every craving. Many bars and restaurants serve mouthwatering appetizers like loaded fries, tacos, and flatbreads paired with budget-friendly drinks. Whether you prefer classic bar snacks or upscale small plates, these specials let you indulge without breaking the bank. Look for venues featuring daily discounts, 2-for-1 deals, or shareable platters to maximize savings. Enjoy the best happy hour food specials and elevate your dining experience!

Best Happy Hour Food Specials

Happy hour is a beloved tradition where friends, colleagues, and foodies gather to unwind, enjoy discounted drinks, and savor delicious bites. Pairing the right food with your drink can elevate the experience, creating a harmonious balance of flavors. Below is a detailed guide to the best happy hour food specials and how to pair them with drinks for the ultimate experience.

1. Classic Pairings: Timeless Combos

These are tried-and-true pairings that never go out of style.

Margarita + Tacos:The tangy, citrusy notes of a margarita complement the bold flavors of tacos. Opt for fish tacos with a zesty lime crema or carne asada tacos with fresh salsa. The acidity of the margarita cuts through the richness of the meat or fish.

Beer + Wings:A cold pint of beer (like a lager or IPA) pairs perfectly with spicy buffalo wings. The carbonation and bitterness of the beer help balance the heat and richness of the wings. For extra flair, try blue cheese or ranch dressing on the side.

Wine + Charcuterie Board:A glass of red wine (like Cabernet Sauvignon or Merlot) pairs beautifully with cured meats, cheeses, and olives. The tannins in the wine complement the saltiness and fat of the charcuterie.

2. Elevated Pairings: Gourmet Bites

For those looking for a more sophisticated happy hour experience, these pairings are sure to impress.

Martini + Oysters:A crisp, clean martini (gin or vodka) pairs wonderfully with fresh oysters. The briny, oceanic flavor of the oysters is enhanced by the herbal and citrus notes in the martini.

Champagne + Caviar:Celebrate in style with a glass of bubbly Champagne or Prosecco paired with caviar or smoked salmon canapés. The effervescence of the Champagne cleanses the palate, making each bite of caviar feel luxurious.

Old Fashioned + Sliders:The bold, smoky flavors of an Old Fashioned cocktail pair well with mini beef sliders or pulled pork sliders. The sweetness of the bourbon complements the savory, umami-rich flavors of the meat.

3. Casual Comfort: Bar Snacks

Sometimes, the best happy hour food is simple and satisfying. These pairings are perfect for a laid-back vibe.

Mojito + Coconut Shrimp:The refreshing mint and lime in a mojito pair beautifully with crispy coconut shrimp. The tropical flavors of the drink enhance the sweetness of the shrimp.

Sangria + Patatas Bravas: A fruity, refreshing sangria pairs wonderfully with Spanish patatas bravas (spicy fried potatoes). The sweetness of the sangria balances the smoky paprika and heat of the dish.

Moscow Mule + Pretzels with Beer Cheese: The spicy ginger beer in a Moscow Mule complements the salty, cheesy goodness of soft pretzels dipped in beer cheese. It’s a match made in happy hour heaven.

4. Global Flavors: International Pairings

Explore the world with these globally inspired happy hour pairings.

Sake + Edamame or Tempura:A light, crisp sake pairs perfectly with edamame or tempura. The subtle sweetness of the sake enhances the delicate flavors of the dishes.

Pisco Sour + Ceviche:The tangy, citrusy flavors of a Pisco Sour complement the bright, fresh flavors of ceviche. The acidity in both the drink and the dish creates a refreshing combination.

Guinness + Irish Nachos: A pint of Guinness pairs wonderfully with Irish nachos (potato slices topped with cheese, bacon, and green onions). The creamy, malty stout balances the richness of the toppings.

5. Sweet Endings: Dessert Pairings

Happy hour doesn’t have to end with savory bites. These dessert pairings are perfect for those with a sweet tooth.

Port Wine + Chocolate Truffles:The rich, fruity notes of port wine pair beautifully with dark chocolate truffles. The sweetness of the wine enhances the bitterness of the chocolate.

Espresso Martini + Tiramisu:The coffee flavors in an espresso martini complement the creamy, coffee-infused layers of tiramisu. It’s a decadent way to end happy hour.

Moscato + Fruit Tartlets:A light, sweet Moscato pairs perfectly with fruit tartlets. The wine’s floral and fruity notes enhance the fresh flavors of the dessert.

6. Non-Alcoholic Options: Mocktail Pairings

For those who prefer non-alcoholic drinks, these pairings are just as delightful.

Virgin Mojito + Veggie Spring Rolls: The refreshing mint and lime in a virgin mojito pair well with crispy veggie spring rolls. The lightness of the drink complements the fresh, crunchy filling.

Sparkling Water with Citrus + Bruschetta: A simple sparkling water with a twist of lemon or lime pairs beautifully with tomato bruschetta. The acidity of the drink enhances the fresh flavors of the tomatoes and basil.

Iced Chai Latte + Samosas: The warm, spiced flavors of an iced chai latte pair wonderfully with savory samosas. The sweetness of the chai balances the spiciness of the filling.

Tips for Hosting the Perfect Happy Hour

Balance Flavors: Pair rich, heavy foods with light, refreshing drinks, and vice versa.

Consider Texture: Crispy, crunchy foods pair well with smooth, creamy drinks.

Experiment: Don’t be afraid to try unconventional pairings—you might discover a new favorite!

Offer Variety: Include a mix of alcoholic and non-alcoholic options to cater to all guests.

Whether you’re at a trendy bar or hosting happy hour at home, these food and drink pairings will ensure a memorable experience. Cheers! 🥂

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The Week Ahead 2/10-2/16

You've woken up the day after the Super Bowl, and you're either feeling fabulous or far from it. Either way, we're going to make everyone champions with epic Valentine's Day feasts, and a few parties that will make you shake of the Cupid blues in favor of good vibes & booze...

$29 V-Day Soirée: Live Music, Bubbly, Delicious Foods & More

Valentine's Day is on the horizon, but after all the cheesy nonsense comes the real celebration - one filled with luxury, decadence, and delicious sensations! Welcome to the Sweetheart Soirée, an alluring night where your senses will find their happy place at the charming Winnie's Jazz Bar. A glass of bubbles will add sparkle, while desserts such as cookies & cheesecake make the rounds. Plus, devour savory nosh such as Ahi Tuna, Chicken Wings, Mac & Cheese, and Sliders. It's enough to make you fall head over heels...

Experience the Best of NYFW off the Runway at NYFW: Backstage

The exclusive experience at Lume Studios in TriBeCa will feature TRESemmé Style Studios, a Digital Art Exhibit with a curation of works from the fashion & beauty space, meet & greets, and conversations with industry insiders, pop-up shops, and more.

$119 Rooftop 3 Course V-Day Dinner For Two & Bottle of Champagne

This Valentine’s Day, let love rise to new heights at Highkey Rainforest Rooftop, where romance soars effortlessly above the city. Nestled 29 stories above FiDi, this tropical oasis transforms into your very own love nest, serving up a night of decadent indulgence, irresistible flavors, and enchanting views that will make your heart skip a beat. Luscious Lobster Tails, anyone?

Free Chandon Sparkling Wine Tasting

This tasting will showcase two of Chandon's most beloved expressions: the crisp and refreshing Chandon Brut and the vivacious Chandon Brut Rosé. Discover the nuances of each wine, from the Brut's delicate floral notes and creamy texture to the Rosé's juicy red fruit character.

$39 VIP: 2 Hour Open Bar Galentine's Day Party With Food

Discover Miss Nellie’s, where every drink and second spent here tells its own tale. Their expertly crafted cocktails put a fresh spin on classic recipes, blending old-school charm with contemporary twists. At the Galentine's Day Party, you'll sip in bliss from an open bar serving up Ilegal Mezcal Valentine's Specials, Aperol Spritzes, Margaritas, Wine, Beers, Mules and more! As the DJ spins on the ones and twos, dance the night away, taking a break to snack on some sweet treats crafted by Chef David Coleman. Love stinks, but your gals are forever...

Soul of the City: Valentine's Night at MCNY

Savor the unique sounds of international performer and Brooklyn native The Odds, backed by The Odds Band, as they deliver jazzy and sophisticated tunes inspired by golden-era hip-hop. Between sets, keep the energy flowing with a live DJ spinning your favorite love-inspired hits all evening.

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Top 10 Festive Night Themes to Try This Season

The festive season has arrived, and what preferable method for celebrating by facilitating a themed night with your companions or family? Whether you’re hoping to loosen up following a lot of time work, partake in some astonishing food and beverages, or capitalize on happy hour Dubai, themed evenings can add a fun twist to your get-togethers.

Dubai, known for its energetic nightlife, offers plenty of choices for those hoping to brighten up their merry evenings. Here are the main 10 festive night subjects to attempt this season, whether you’re praising at a bistro bar in Dubai or facilitating at home.

1. Winter Wonderland at the Bistro Bar

Dubai might be known for its singing intensity, however, that doesn’t mean you can’t have a comfortable, happy winter wonderland experience. Have your night at a bistro bar in Dubai where you can brighten the scene with fake snow, snowflakes, and pixie lights to make a mysterious winter environment.

Serve hot chocolate, reflected wine, and festive mixed drinks to keep the guest in the occasion’s soul. To make the night extraordinary, integrate some colder time of year enlivened starters and dishes like cranberry sauce, turkey sliders, and flavored treats.

2. Retro Christmas Party

Make a stride back in time and rejuvenate the past with a retro Christmas celebration subject. Consider the ’80s or ’90s with neon tones, out-of-control lights, and old-school music. This can be a great method for partaking in special times of the year while thinking back about Christmases past.

You can also incorporate popular retro cocktails like the classic Martini or Cosmo, along with a selection of festive finger foods. Choose a bistro bar in Dubai with a vintage-inspired ambiance to enhance the nostalgic vibe.

3. Tropical Christmas Luau

Not every person cherishes the customary snow-filled Christmas energy and some incline toward a tropical wind. Set up a luau-themed Christmas celebration, complete with Hawaiian music, tiki drinks, and brilliant botanical improvements.

Think palm leaves, tiki lights, and pineapple mixed drinks. On the off chance that you’re facilitating the occasion in Dubai, make a beeline for a bistro bar in Dubai with an outside porch to partake in the lovely night climate.

Serve tropical-roused dishes like barbecued fish, natural product platters, and tropical sweets like coconut macaroons and pineapple topsy-turvy cake.

4. Masquerade Ball

For a more captivating and modern bubbly evening, have a disguised ball. Urge visitors to wear exquisite clothing and elaborate veils while you enrich the setting with extravagant gold and silver accents.

Think velvet curtains, crystal fixtures, and an illustrious honorary pathway entrance. For a sumptuous touch, serve signature mixed drinks like Champagne Mojitos or Blue Curacao Martinis.

A bistro bar in Dubai with an upscale atmosphere would be the perfect place to host a masquerade ball, as it adds an air of sophistication and mystery.

5. New Year’s Eve Countdown Party

Celebrate the new year with a bang! Have a commencement get-together that keeps the energy high the entire evening. Have a devoted DJ or live band playing perky tunes, and ensure there’s a commencement clock noticeable so anyone might be able to see. Offer themed beverages like champagne mixed drinks, shimmering wine, and merry martinis.

Don’t forget to have a midnight snack station with delicious finger foods like sliders, nachos, and mini desserts. Happy Hour Dubai often comes with special offers, so this could be the perfect time to gather your group and enjoy some drinks as you countdown to the new year!

6. Santa’s Workshop

For families with children or even grown-ups who have faith in the wizardry of Christmas, a Santa’s Workshop theme is a pleasant method for celebrating. You can change your space into a mystical toy studio with a lot of exercises for youngsters, including expressions and specialties, treat designing, and meeting Santa himself.

For grown-ups, make a comfortable corner with pondered wine, occasion mixed drinks, and solace food sources like macintosh cheddar and gingerbread. This subject is ideal for a bubbly night at a bistro bar in Dubai, with exercises to keep the youthful ones engaged while the grown-ups can unwind and partake in the party.

7. Great Gatsby Gala

Transport yourself to the thundering ’20s with an Extraordinary Gatsby-themed party. This exquisite and sumptuous topic is about charm and allure, complete with jazz music, champagne pinnacles, and Workmanship Deco-propelled beautifications. Urge your visitors to wear flapper dresses and tuxedos to get into the soul of the subject.

Classic cocktails like the Gin Rickey, Mint Julep, and Old Fashioned would pair beautifully with the glitzy atmosphere. Choose a bistro bar in Dubai with a vintage feel, and you’ll be able to immerse yourself in the Great Gatsby world.

8. Christmas Movie Marathon Night

For a laid-back yet happy night, have a Christmas film long-distance race. Pick a blend of exemplary and present-day occasion motion pictures, for example, “Home Alone,” “Mythical Person,” and “Love Really.” Set up a comfortable film-watching region with covers, bean packs, and a lot of popcorn. Serve solace food sources like simmered chestnuts, hot cocoa, and Christmas treats.

If you’re at a bistro bar in Dubai, request that they have a projector set up and show your favorite Christmas movies for the perfect cozy night out with friends.

9. Festival of Lights

Celebrate the beauty of the season with a Festival of Lights-themed night. Inspired by Diwali, Hanukkah, and other light-based celebrations, this theme revolves around bright and colorful lighting. 

Decorate your venue with fairy lights, candles, and lanterns to create a luminous atmosphere. Offer sparkling cocktails, including prosecco-based drinks, and serve colorful appetizers like stuffed grape leaves and mini samosas. 

This theme works well in a bistro bar in Dubai, where the lighting can be adjusted to match the glow of the festive decorations.

10. Around the World in 80 Days

Take your guests on a culinary and cultural journey with an “Around the World in 80 Days” festive night. Each area of the venue can represent a different country or culture, with food and drinks to match. 

Think Italy with pasta and wine, Mexico with tequila shots and tacos, or Japan with sushi and sake. Decorate each section with flags and cultural symbols, and offer signature drinks inspired by each region. 

If you’re planning to host this at a bistro bar Dubai, you can work with the venue to create an international cocktail menu that fits the theme.

Conclusion

No matter what kind of celebration you’re planning, there’s a festive night theme for everyone in Dubai. Whether you’re looking for a cozy winter wonderland, a glamorous masquerade ball, or a tropical Christmas luau, these themes will help you create unforgettable experiences with your loved ones. 

Enjoy the festivities, and don’t forget to take advantage of happy hour Dubai deals at your favorite bistro bar Dubai to make the season even more special!

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Gout de Champagne

Bottle Selector:

With the FATPACK/PATREON versions, you can use the Bottle Selector to choose your bottle design or set it on auto, so when every Bottle is empty, you have a random chance of getting one of the 4 bottles.

Menu:

Resize your Bottle or Glass/Flute in the Dropdown Menu

Animation Size: Change from Male to Female to help your animations better fit from a larger to smaller avatar size.

Volume: Increase, Decrease or Mute your Gout de Champagne Sounds

Remove Cover:

You can remove the Cover from the Cork at any time that the Bottle is with the Cover ON

Open Bottle:

Manually open your Bottle by removing the Cork

Spill:

Open the Bottle but keep shaking to spill champagne on your friends.

​Auto Drink:

To keep drinking without stopping, activating the drinking cycle of filling a couple of glasses and throwing everything away, then getting it back and repeating it without stopping.

Serve Others:

After sharing the Glass/Flute using the "Prop Button," use the Serve "Others Button" to get a dropdown menu with the names of people around you whom you want to serve Champagne.

Animation Delay:

This slider controls the drinking speed. Increasing (moving right) will take longer for your avatar to take another sip.

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TO-SHARE Version:

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It will be invisible. Once the Bottle owner uses the Serve Others function, the person with the TO-SHARE Glass/Flute can start drinking.

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Bratty

Requested: yes

Summary: You learn what happens after you act like a brat at a New Year’s Eve party. 18+

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Smut. Penetrative sex. Fingering. Oral (f!receiving) cum play? Drinking. Foul language.

Note: This my first time writing smut. If anyone has any suggestions or tips feel free to send them in. Thank you to @alitheia-foxes for proof reading this. (Also, Madmartigan cause why not)

Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

Soft music floated through the car as you and Tom drove. His hand was resting on your thigh as his thumb stroked patterns into your skin. The pair of you were headed to a New Year’s Eve party. One of the fancy ones that the Navy put on every year. While getting ready, Tom had expressed to you many times how he expected you to be on your very best behavior. You had a history of disobeying his rules at events like this. He was hoping that this night would be different.

In less than ten minutes, you were pulling up to the hall that had been rented out. Tom jumped out of the car first, moving around to your side to open your door. You accepted the hand he offered you gratefully. Grabbing the edge of your dress, you were careful to not let it get dirty as you stepped from the car. Your husband looped his arm through yours while you walked into the hall. A small smirk rose on your face at the sight of all the people. This should be interesting.

Tom lead you around the room, introducing you to various people whom he had worked with over the years. While you knew a few of your husband's colleagues, there was a vast majority that you had either never met, or you honestly didn’t care enough to know. While Tom was talking your eyes drifted around the room in boredom. He must have noticed the blank, disinterested look on your face because he removed the pair of you from the group and led you to a corner. His lips found the shell of your ear as he whispered in a low, harsh voice. “Be good and I promise you’ll enjoy what happens when we get home,” His words sent shivers down your spine.

A small smirk graced your lips. You feigned innocence as your eyes drifted up to meet his. There was a harmless smile on your face that seemed to fool your husband. In your heels, you were able to press your lips to his cheek softly. “Of course, Tommy.” You could feel him stiffen beside you. You were the only person allowed to call him that and normally, it was reserved for very specific scenarios. Ones that usually took place in the bedroom.

His eyes closed as he cleared his throat. When his eyes reopened, any trace of your malicious intent was wiped off your face. You offered him an easy smile when he looked down at you. You could practically feel his urge to roll his eyes. Honestly, you found it impressive that he resisted. “Can we go get a drink?” He nodded at you silently. His hand settled on your ass while he lead you to the makeshift bar.

About an hour later you were seated at a table with your husband and a few of his colleagues. Slider and his wife had decided to show up a few minutes ago, plopping themselves down beside you. You were sipping on your second champagne of the night while Tom was still nursing his scotch. The only reason that you were seated was that one of the Rear Admirals had decided to do a speech thanking everyone for coming. You couldn’t have been more bored.

You could see how invested Tom was in this man’s speech. He was most likely aiming for a promotion and wanted to impress. A wicked thought crossed your mind. Doing your best to contain your plan, you set your champagne flute on the table and moved your hand to his thigh. He paid you no mind, instead keeping his attention on the speaker. It became a different story when your hand began to drift higher up his leg. When your hand finally rested on your husband's bulge. Not able to help yourself anymore, you squeezed softly. You snickered quietly when he choked around his sip of scotch. Slider turned to check on his friend but Tom waved him off before he could. You were lucky that the tablecloth hid what you were doing.

Your thumb continued to brush over the fabric of his suit while you pretended to listen to the man’s speech. His hand disappeared below the tablecloth. Seconds later you felt his fingers wrap around yours and partially rip your hand off of him. He leaned over to you until his lips were level with your ear. His voice was low and measured, so as not to draw any attention to the pair of you. “Behave,” You only nodded softly in response. Your husband knew that nothing was going to change. He pinched your thigh softly. “I’m serious. Stop acting like a brat.” You could tell how serious he was and while you still planned on messing with him later, for now, it couldn’t hurt to fool him a little. You smiled innocently before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. He returned his attention to the speaker once more.

Minutes after the incident at the table, you excused yourself to use the bathroom. You quickly began what would be phase two of your sneaky plan. When you were finished in the bathroom you headed back out to the hall. By the time you returned there were only 30 minutes left in the party. You slid up beside your husband, feigning innocence as you settled into his side. In the middle of his conversation with the Rear Admiral that you had seen on stage earlier his hand landed on your ass for the second time tonight. The difference now is that something was missing. You fought your smile as you felt him stiffen next to you.

In the most professional way he could muster, Tom excused himself from the conversation before focusing his attention on you. The other man disappeared from your line of vision. Tom’s words were sharp and curt. You had clearly struck a nerve. “Where are they?” His voice was rough. Exactly the reaction you were looking for. With a barely noticeable smile, you pressed your bunched-up panties into his jacket pocket. He sucked in a sharp breath.

Tom gripped your hand tightly before pulling you toward the doors. He offered some people some half-assed excuse about why you were leaving early but other than that he was silent. He opened your door for you and raced to the other side of the car before he peeled out of the parking lot. The ride home was silent. For the most part, you considered whether or not you had made the right choice.

When you pulled into the driveway of your home, your husband was out of the car faster than you would have thought possible. Your door was yanked open moments later. He lead you inside wordlessly. The second you passed through the entry, Tom had you pinned against the wall, lips marking up the side of your neck. “Bedroom. Now,” He murmured into your skin. You heard him all the same, knowing that now your best option was to listen to what he said. He entered the bedroom moments later, eyes trained on you expectantly. “Take it off.” He motioned to your dress. With shaking hands, you removed the soft dress.

You could hear your husband hum approvingly. You were now standing in front of him in nothing but the lacy bralette you had worn tonight. He took slow, calculating steps toward you while your eyes drifted over him. Since you had arrived home, Tom had undone his tie and the first few buttons of his dress shirt. He walked up to you, slipping the tie from around his neck. His hand grasped your wrist gently, but you knew better. “Since you couldn’t keep your hands to yourself,” He murmured. You watched as the tie wove around your wrists intricately. “Now you don’t get to touch at all.” You wanted to groan loudly, but figured it was better if you stayed quiet.

Once your wrists were secure Tom began to rub his hands over your arms gently. Slowly, his hands found their way to the clasp of your bra. He undid it swiftly. You instinctively wanted to bring your hands up to cover yourself but your husband stopped you before you could. He grasped one of your breasts in his hand. You shivered slightly at the light chill of his fingers mixed with the sharp feeling of his ring. A breathly moan passed your lips as he tweaked your nipple. The chill of his fingers caused it to harden instantly.

You gasped quietly as his head ducked down to lap at the other. All the while, his free hand slipped between your legs to stroke at your dripping folds. Tom began walking you backward until your knees hit the edge of the bed. You fell back onto it and let out a soft squeak. With a nod of his head, Tom encouraged you to shuffle further up the bed. Your head fell back onto the pillows. Ice began to strip off the rest of his clothes, leaving him standing before you in nothing but a pair of black boxers.

He settled himself on the edge of the bad. He grabbed one of your legs by the calf, pressing soft kisses along it as he made his way to your center. When he reached your thigh he nibbled on it softly, soothing the bites with gentle kisses and laps of his tongue afterward. Before you could even comprehend what was happening, both your legs were thrown over his shoulders as he lapped at your folds. You moaned loudly as you tossed your head back. It felt heavenly as his lips sealed around your clit, drawing moan after moan and cry after cry from you. ‘Tom!” You cried softly. You wanted nothing more than to reach down and tug on his hair but unfortunately, that wasn't possible in your current state.

He continued on, licking at your cunt as if his life depended on it. His tongue began to slide in and out of you, causing you to cry out loudly. You could feel his hands tighten on your hips as you began to raise them, seeking more friction. ‘’M gonna come,” You murmured, head lolling to the side. Your thighs began shaking as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten. He began sucking harder, lips sealing around your clit as one of his hands left your hips. The coil threatened to nap as Ice slipped one of his fingers into your tight heat. “Fuck!” You cried out weakly. Just as you were about to tip over the edge, both his mouth and fingers retracted from you suddenly. You groaned loudly, feeling your cunt clench around nothing.

“You thought you’d get away without a punishment, baby?” He cooed softly, climbing up your body. When his eyes met yours, he ground his sizeable bulge down into you. You whined softly. Miraculously, he was able to remove his boxers with one hand, tossing them to the other side of the room. Your eyes landed on his cock hanging heavy between his legs. He brought a hand down to stroke himself, pulling a low groan from him. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. The tip was an angry red, and slick with pre-come. A soft moan left your lips at the sight of another bead leaking from his slit.

With one arm and an impressive amount of strength, he pinned your arms above your head. With his other hand he lined his cock up with your entrance. With a small smirk he teased the tip of his cock through your folds a few times, tapping it against your clit lightly. You both groaned loudly when he pushed the first few inches in. Needless to say, your husband was one well endowed man.

The second he was balls-deep, he set a ruthless pace, knocking the air out of you with every thrust. “Couldn’t behave, could you?” He grunted out, bringing his hand to your clit. He began circling it in time with his thrusts. Your choked out whine was the only response that he got. He pulled out until only the tip was inside you before slamming back in. Ice’s lips landed on your chest, littering soft bites across your otherwise pristine skin. “Just needed one night of you behaving, but no. You just couldn’t help but be a little whore could you?” His words were sharp and straight to the point. He punctuated the unsavory name with a harsh thrust. The squelching sound of Tom rocking his hips into your brought another wave of wetness through you.

The only noises that could be heard in the room were the sounds of your slick and soft moans and groans from both you and Ice. His lips trailed up the side of your neck until they slotted with yours. The kiss was rough and messy, all teeth and tongue. He nipped on your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. “Can I please come?” You whimpered out, coil forming once again. Your husband grinned down at you, fingers seizing their movement on your sensitive clit. His thrusts slowed until he was just sitting inside you, letting you keep his cock warm.

He stared down at you mockingly. “I don’t know, can you?” You let out a high pitched whine. You began wiggling on the bed, searching for any type of friction to get you off. C’mon baby. Use your words.” You stared into his eyes, watching as they softened slightly. Even underneath this tough, dominant exterior he was still your sweet caring husband that you knew and loved.

“Please,” you pleaded softly. “Please, Tommy. Please let me come.” Ice could hear how desperate you were, which is why he took pity on you. His thrusts picked back up, the tip of his cock hitting your sweet spot with each one. You sighed blissfully when his long fingers returned to your clit. He tweaked the swollen bud between his fingers. In a matter of minutes your high was rebuilding. Soft moans escaped your lips as your husband brought you to your climax. When you finally reached it a loud moan fell from your lips. You shuddered in Ice’s arms as he coaxed you through it.

A whimper escaped you when you felt Tom pump his load into you. His thrusts slowed to a stop but his finger remained on your puffy clit, tracing soft circles. When he slipped out of you, you could see his eyes drift down to your weeping hole. He watched as his come slowly began to leak out of you. Not able to help himself, he brought a finger up to push it back into you. You whined, shifting your hips away from him when the overstimulation became too much. His thumb retracted from your clit. “Let’s get you cleaned up baby.” He murmured, lips pressing to your temple softly.

He got off the bed before heading into the ensuite. Moments later he returned with a damp washcloth in hand. Tom approached you, moving your leg before softly wiping down the inside of your thighs. You sighed softly at his gentleness. The cloth was tossed away. Ice climbed onto the bed and pulled the covers over the both of you. He pulled you to his chest and began tracing patterns into your back. “I love you, baby.” He spoke quietly.

You let out a sleepy yawn, curling into his chest. Your fingers played lightly with the dark tuft of hair that sat on his chest. “I love you too, Tom.” Your eyes fluttered shut, sleep overcoming you as you snuggled with your husband. The last thing you felt before you drifted off was the feeling of his soft lips pleasing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

a/n: Thank you for reading! Requests for holiday fics and moodboards are open.

[imawkwardlysoc]

champagne and sunshine

Dedicated to @skiddit, @optimisticmiraclecolor, and other members of the slider slut society.

Song- champagne and sunshine by plvtinum ft. tarro

Pairing- ron 'slider' kerner x female! reader

Warnings(s)- 18+, MDNI, degradation, full-on smut, dirty talk, slider calling himself daddy, p in v, aftercare

Summary- slider goes absolutely feral when he sees the reader in a sundress.

Wordcount- 1,473

After a day of training in the hot San Diego weather, some of the boys decided to go to the O-Bar to grab some cold drinks to cool them out and to also let go of some stress. While Hollywood and Wolfman grabbed the drinks, Maverick, Iceman, Slider, and Goose sat around the tables talking about their plans for the weekend.

“So Carole’s wondering if you guys are still down to have a little barbeque at our place tomorrow,” Goose started the conversation.

“Yeah, Y/N and I are already planning on bringing something,” Slider nodded his head.

“Oh, how are you two doing?” Ice asked his RIO.

“We’re good,” the RIO smiled. “Really good.”

As Hollywood and Wolfman returned with the cold drinks in their hands, Slider started to gush about his partner not knowing that Y/N just arrived. Adjusting the straps of her dress and fixing her hair, she walked into the bar to see some Top Gun students eyeing her down, planning a plan on how to get her in their beds at the end of the evening. Y/N ignored their looks and headed straight to the table where her boyfriend and his friends sat.

“Sorry, but is this seat taken?” Y/N wrapped her arms around Slider.

“Only for you,” Slider smiled as he pulled Y/N by her waist and pulled her into his lap.

“Y/N, nice of you to join us,” Mav smiled.

“Yeah, I just need a drink after the busy day I had,” Y/N took a sip out of Slider’s drink and looked at Goose. “By the way, I got the thing you and Carole needed for tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” Goose thanked Y/N.

“It’s no problem,” Y/N smiled as she laid her head on Slider’s shoulder.

Throughout the two hours they were there, Y/N was laughing and enjoying the conversations that were happening while Slider was distracted with his own thoughts and the sundress Y/N was wearing. The floral sundress fell above her knees while the dress slit went mid thigh giving Slider easy access. The sweetheart neckline showed the right amount of breast while her collar bone was exposed which Slider wished to trail all of his hickies all over her body. The tie straps will make it faster for him to rip the dress off of her when they get home.

While Y/N was in a conversation with Ice, she felt Slider put his hand on her thigh where the slit was and started to ride his hand up. Y/N bit the inside of her cheek as she felt the tingling feeling. As Slider made it up her dress, he used his two fingers to open the fold and started to rub her clit. Y/N tried to remain calm and interested in the conversation while fighting the urge to let out a moan.

“Y/N, are you okay? You’re looking a little blushed,” Hollywood questioned.

“Yeah, it’s just a little hot,” Y/N let out a chuckle.

“Well then gentlemen, I’m going to take this lady home and cool her down,” Slider announced while removing his hand from under her dress. “We’ll see you tomorrow.”

All of them said their goodbyes and Y/N and Slider went to where Slider’s truck was parked. Slider helped her into the truck since it was slightly elevated and closed the passenger door before getting into the driver’s seat.

“You’re an asshole you know?” Y/N slapped his arm.

“How am I?” He questioned.

“That thing that you did while we were inside,” she explained, slightly frustrated. “What would happen if anyone saw it? Especially the guys.”

“And I will kill them if they mention it,” Slider placed a kiss on Y/N’s lips. “Damn, it’s hot when you're frustrated.”

“Just shut up and take us home,” Y/N whined.

“As you say,” Slider winked.

He pulled the truck out of the parking space and made the fifteen minute drive to their house. Throughout the drive, the sexual tension was tense as Slider kept on guiding his freehand up Y/N’s thigh. Y/N let out a tiny moan which Slider smirked at when he pulled into their driveway. Getting out of the car, Slider quickly locked the car as Y/N opened the front door. When the two of them got into the house, they closed the door and hurried to their bedroom.

Y/N let out another moan as her back was against the wall while Slider started to place kisses along her neck and neckline. Ripping her underwear off and moving the dress slit away, Slider inserted his fingers into her again while rubbing the clit. With his free hand, he started to untie one of the straps of her dress while Y/N helped with the other one.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Slider groaned as her dress fell exposing her breasts.

Removing his fingers, he let the dress fall to the floor and looked at the expression that was shown on Y/N’s face. With a satisfied look on his face, he picked her up and placed her on the bed while towering over her giving her a nod. Y/N started to unbutton his uniform while kissing him and placing kisses along his neck. Throwing the button up onto the floor, Slider quickly tossed his white beater off leaving his dog tags on. Kneeling onto the bed now, Slider started to place kisses along Y/N’s bare body as she quickly took his pants off. Taking off his underwear, Y/N cupped his crotch for a few seconds before starting to stroke his cock. Slider soon got on top of her as his dog tags dangled above her face with her eyes pleading.

“You want it don’t you?” Slider’s voice went down an octave as he went closer to her ear to whisper the last part. “You dirty, little slut.”

Y/N let out a whimper while also nodding her head yes.

“Oh no, I need a verbal answer,” the RIO tilted her chin up so he could see her.

“Yes!” Y/N moaned and whimpered. “Please! I need it!” 

“Oh wait for Daddy,” Slider smirked as he began to go down. “I’ll fill you up soon you little whore.”

Slider started to place kisses along her legs and inner thighs. Y/N gripped the bedsheets as her back arched while letting out some small moans. Taking one of her hands, Y/N gripped onto his hair as he continued to eat her out.

“Are you ready?” Slider asked.

“Yes, please!” Y/N screamed out.

With that answer, Slider started to tease her a little while misplacing his cock which caused Y/N to moan more. Soon he inserted it in and started to slowly thrust into her. Moans filled the room as each thrust quickened. Y/N wrapped her legs around her partner’s waist while he kissed him passionately. 

“Ron,” Y/N moaned. “I’m about-”

“No, not yet.” Ron started to do some of his final thrusts.

In his final thrust, the two moaned out their names so loud that the whole neighborhood could hear it. Slider collapsed next to Y/N who were both a sweaty mess as they panted.

“Fuck, that was,” Y/N panted.

“Amazing,” Slider completed. “I’ll be right back.”

Slider got out of bed and left the room for a few minutes before coming back with a damp hand towel. He cleaned the area between Y/N’s legs before tossing it into the laundry basket and getting into bed. He pulled her closer making their legs tangled together. Slider softly talked to her asking her if she was alright while rubbing circles on her thighs. The two shared a conversation before deciding it was time for bed.

*The Day After at the Party*

“So, you had an eventful night didn’t you?” Mav smirked.

“Mitchell, shut up before I throw you into the ocean when we’re on a carrier,” Slider sends him a daggered look.

He soon looked over to see Y/N talking and laughing at the conversation she was having with Carole and Sarah.

“Looks like you and Ron had a pretty exciting night,” Carole nudged Y/N a little.

“How did you know?” Y/N blushed.

“Well you’re still glowing and you missed a spot.” Sarah pointed out the missed love mark that peeped over the neckline of her dress.

“Oh well,” Y/N replied while shrugging her shoulders.

“You’re planning on doing it again aren’t you?” Carole questioned as she saw the look on her friend’s face.

“Oh yeah.”

Y/N took a sip of her drink and sent Slider a wink before turning her attention back to the conversation.

“He’s gone isn’t he?” Wolfman asked.

“Yep,” everyone answered at the same time.

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To Ruined Friendships

Fandom: Westworld Pairing: Logan Delos x Reader Rating/Warnings: PG-13; spicy language, alcohol consumption, heavy smoochin Author's Note: This entire thing was inspired by a dream I had about one black hat cowboy who cannot for the life of him consume a drink without looking like he's going to inhale it. I tried to work on my other WIPs for an entirely different fandom, but my brain refused to focus on anyone other than Logan Delos. I don't have the energy to create a sideblog for this, so any Logan fans who happen to find this from the tags, please don't judge me for the other fandom(s) I'm in. I already know, lol. Word Count/Reading Time: +/- 2600 words (10 minutes reading)

hell if I know who to tag for this...if I ever write more and you want to get an update, leave a comment, I guess?: @the-blind-assassin-12 @ao719 @the-soot-sprite possibly @ofpixelsandscribbles @burnsoslow

Another night rubbing shoulders with the elite in a penthouse, and all you want to do is retreat into one of the half dozen empty rooms to rest your feet. Beauty always has a price, and tonight your feet were being sacrificed to the stiletto gods in the name of fashion. As a waiter weaves between guests, you deftly trade the empty crystal flute in your hand for a fresh one off their tray, the slim glass chilling your fingertips.

A tiny, imperceptible sigh slips past your lips as you look out at the wall of windows, city skyline twinkling in the distance. Glancing through the crowd, you try to find a familiar face of one of your girlfriends, when you feel someone’s fingers on your back, ghosting over the ink at the base of your spine. Over your shoulder, a warm, though somewhat world-weary voice makes your body tingle. “Hey gorgeous, I was wondering if I’d see you here tonight.”

You know he’s grinning before you even turn your head; a sly smile spreads across your painted lips when you see you were right, and you lean in to press your cheek to Logan’s in greeting. His beard tickles your face, and the movement is small, but you feel him pull you closer to him, pressing his fingertips into your smooth skin. “You know me,” you reply, gently squeezing his bicep for balance, noses nearly touching as you both move to kiss the other cheek. “Any excuse to squander part of my father’s fortune on a party dress.”

His cheek twitches up as he grins wider, and once more, the grit in his voice makes you want to find a dark corner and do unspeakable things with him. “Only you could make a napkin’s worth of fabric look like couture,” he teases, stepping back to admire your outfit. “I own pocket squares larger than what you’ve got on!” His gaze lowers appreciatively, taking you in, before settling at your feet. You shift your weight from one hip to the other; tilting your head back to take a sip of champagne, you’re surprised to see his dark eyes on you as you swallow and lower the glass. There’s a hint of something there, the way the corners of his eyes crinkle. “Been here long? Why don’t we find somewhere quiet to catch up? You can let your hair down, along with… anything else, to get comfortable.” Were it not for the playful expression in his eyes, his proposition would warrant throwing the remainder of your drink directly into his exquisite face.

But you know Logan. You’ve known him too long for the invitation to be anything but amicable, much to your dismay. You’re well aware of the caliber of women he’s taken to the bedroom, and while you consider yourself attractive enough for the circles you keep, there’s no way he would ever see you as more than just a family friend. Knowing that doesn’t keep you from stroking his ego and taunting him at every opportunity, though. “My hair’s already down,” you tease, grinning as you roll your eyes at him.

“You know what I mean,” he replies, brushing your tresses over one shoulder. His thumb lingers on the strip of silk there, slipping between the material to rest on your skin, before pulling away. “We’ve known each other for years now, you’d think there would’ve been one night of indecency.” Before you’re able to respond, he glances up, noticing one of the other guests. “To be continued,” he says, raising his brows to you. He’s already begun to walk away.

“As always,” you reply, raising your glass to him.

-

You catch his eye more than a few times as you both make the rounds, catching up with friends and being introduced to new acquaintances vying for a way into social circles and business ventures. He winks at you before throwing back a drink, appearing as if he’d take a bite out of the glass to get every last drop of liquid from it. You nod as you pass by him while he converses with another guest, your arm linked with a friend’s as you walk off to powder your noses. You even catch him looking at you from across the room like he wants to ask you something, but the moment disappears when he pulls his phone from his pocket to take a call.

The evening goes on much longer than you anticipated. Even with windows of interesting conversation to pass the time, you begin to grow weary of the company, drowning out a discussion around you while you stake a claim on one of the pristine white couches. Your legs are crossed in front of you, one foot dangling in the air, while the one closer to the floor looks like it’s about to snap away from the rest of your leg. You’re balancing the weight on a sliver of one side of the heels, and you gaze out at the outdoor pool, wishing you could sit by the edge and dip your feet in the cool, chlorinated water.

Scanning through the guests once more, you notice Logan at the bar. He’s in the middle of a conversation with two gentlemen, but he catches your eye, glancing over long enough to notice your legs again. He flicks his eyes upwards to the rooms, tilting his head at an angle in silent question. You scoff and shake your head, blinking slowly to dismiss his invitation, and give up your position on the couch to go to look for the bathroom. He simply smiles as you cross the room, before returning to the conversation at the bar.

-

You’re outside on one of the balconies, forearms resting on the brushed steel railing as you lean against metal and glass, absentmindedly staring out at the city. The cool night air feels refreshing against your skin, now warm and flushed from too much champagne and not enough food; there’s never enough food at these things, and you would sell your soul for a plate of loaded nachos or even a tiny slider. Behind you, there’s a click and a hiss from the plate glass door opening. Jovial music and conversation from inside filters through the temporary break, and you sigh to yourself in preparation of putting on your party face to make idle conversation.

“That is one hell of a view.” An all too familiar voice fills the air after the door hisses shut. Logan.

You respond without turning around to acknowledge him. “Your family sure knows how to pick a party venue, I’ll give you that.”

“We do, but that’s not the view I was talking about.”

Body warming at his suggestive tone, you turn around to see Logan’s eyes fixed on your backside, unashamed of his blatant ogling. There’s a glass tumbler in his hand, with barely a sip’s worth of what looks like whiskey in it. “There you go again, getting a girl’s hopes up,” you tease, fidgeting with your hair.

“You know you’re fucking gorgeous, especially in that dress tonight.” His voice travels as he walks over to a darker part of the balcony, swirling the remnants of his drink.

Emboldened by the alcohol still coursing through your system, you play along, walking slowly towards him. “Let me guess, next you’re going to tell me it would look even better in a pile next to your bed.” You roll your eyes at him, but your heart begins to race at the idea.

He grins warmly at you, a tendril of hair knocking loose when he tilts his head and shrugs. You want to reach forward and smooth it back in place, and run your fingers against the side of his scalp. His hair’s longer than it was before; he’s been away at the park for a longer visit this time around. His unnervingly dark eyes are practically black in the shadows, eyeing you like prey. Extending a hand towards you, he reaches for the strap on your shoulder again as if to adjust it, but instead he lifts it and lets it fall off the slope of your skin, staring at the unblemished swath of flesh before him. You feel the material fall until it rests in the crook of your elbow, thankful to be holding up a glass to keep the silk from falling away any further off your body. “A dress like this? I’d have the decency to hang it up first.” He tugs at the fabric again, pulling it up over your shoulder to return your modesty.

“Keep saying shit like that, and one of these days I might believe you.”

“Should I keep talking then?” He chuckles.

You exhale, shaking your head with disbelief. He takes another step away from where you can be seen, and you follow him. “I’m not drunk enough to take you seriously,” you scoff, looking just beyond his gaze.

Logan reaches forward again, fingers landing on the base of your glass, and he pushes it up towards your mouth. “Then by all means, take another sip,” he grins.

“Bullshit,” you utter through a nervous smile, though you don’t stop yourself from tipping the edge of the flute to your lips and tilting your head up, downing half the contents in one gulp.

“Fuck it,” he whispers.

You swallow, and effervescent bubbles tickle the length of your throat so much that it takes you a second to register feeling Logan’s lips at the juncture of your jawline and earlobe. The way his beard brushes against you as you pull the glass away from your lips makes you lose your grip, and the flute falls to the ground, shattering near your feet. You gasp with surprise, unsure if it’s from the shock of dropping the glass or from the fact that Logan fucking Delos just kissed you.

In one swift movement, Logan wraps his unencumbered hand around your waist to pivot you away from the broken glass. His drink-laden hand blindly stretches out to set the glass on the thin metal railing, and he kisses you properly this time, impossibly soft lips on your open mouth and both of his hands are on your waist. He tastes sweet, smokey and woody from the whiskey, setting your lips on fire as he kisses you. Your hands fly up to his shoulders, gripping at his suit jacket as he leads you both towards an exterior wall. The shock of the cool wall against your exposed back makes you gasp again, and you push Logan away. “What’re you doing?” Your head is swimming, blood pulsing from the alcohol and the rush of emotions as you search Logan’s eyes for an answer.

“Might be ending our friendship,” he laughs wryly. His eyes land on your lips, before looking up to meet your gaze. “Want me to stop?”

The look in his eyes is intense; two black pools stare into you, daring you to continue. You tug the lapels of his jacket, pulling him close as your pelvis tilts forward to meet his. “Finish what you start,” you whisper, Cheshire-grin giving away your desire. He kisses you again, grabbing hold of the back of your thighs as he lifts you. You spread your legs, wrapping them around his waist as he presses you up against the wall, the pair of you kissing each other like it’s your last night on earth. There’s an urgency in your actions; if there’s a moment of hesitation from either of you, the spell will break, so you ignore the burning in your lungs to kiss him again. When you feel how hard he is pressed up against you, you tilt your head back and let your eyes flutter closed. He takes it as an opportunity to swirl his tongue against your neck, and you think about feeling his tongue elsewhere on your body.

Your back presses against the wall even more, causing you to wrap your legs around his waist tighter, pinning you in place. As you utter curses of pleasure into the night air, your feet feel relief for the first time all night, weightless as you destroy any propriety that existed with Logan Delos.

-

You can feel the sun against your eyelids, and the soft sounds of someone typing away at a keyboard. Between the dull ache at the base of your skull and your throbbing temples, you smack your lips together a few times, grimacing at the dryness in your mouth. You turn your face into what you think is a pillow, but determine to be a fleece blanket due to its soft yet formless design. There’s a faint aroma of coffee in the air, and you hope your roommate left some in the carafe. “Dear god, don’t let me drink that much ever again,” you groan, voice strained and scratchy from dehydration. “I made a complete ass of myself in front of Logan.” A minute passes without your roommate’s usual prodding; all you hear is typing now and then. “How’d we get home?”

You’re met with more silence, but your level of irritation is nothing compared to the hangover headache growing with each passing minute of consciousness. You’re about to ask for Tylenol, when you hear the click and hiss of a glass door opening, followed by the sound of someone splashing in a pool. The apartment you share with your roommate has no access to a pool, let alone a back door made of glass. Opening your eyes feels like peeling apart pieces of tape, but with effort you blink slowly and allow your eyes to focus, trying to ignore the glare from the midday sun. You realize the fleece blanket you were resting on was your arm, nestled in the sleeve of a plush bathrobe. It was the kind of robe often seen hanging in the bathroom of high-end hotels.

“That was a side of you I haven’t seen before. Good morning, sunshine.” The voice is distinctively, impossibly Logan’s, with a new note of lightness to it that wasn’t present during last night’s party. “Care to see something interesting?”

You push yourself off the sofa slowly, adjusting the robe on you - apparently you fell asleep wearing it, and you have no idea where your dress or shoes are - and sit up. Logan’s dressed casually in black, seated at a desk a few feet away, with multiple monitors in front of him. One looks to be running code or tracking stock market activity, but he disconnects the laptop in the middle of the desk and carries it over to the couch, taking a seat next to you. There’s a video clip paused on the screen, and he waits to make sure you’re alert enough to watch, before letting it play.

The video shows a clip from the hotel’s CCTV cameras, pointed at the infinity pool. The only lights are coming from the pool walls, and the timestamp reflects it was the middle of the night, long after the party would’ve ended. There’s a naked male figure treading water matching Logan’s build, and then an undressed woman appears from the bottom edge of the frame, preparing to jump into the pool with him. You gasp, covering your mouth with one hand, making out a tattoo on her lower back - your tattoo - before cannonballing into the pool and making out with Logan just before dipping under the water’s surface.

Logan pauses the video, beaming an annoyingly adorable smug expression across his face as he resists the urge to tease you right away. Instead, he leans over, pecks your cheek, and eyes the glimpse of cleavage availed to him between the folds of your robe. “Lady’s choice - I could fuck your hangover away, or there’s coffee in the kitchen. What’ll it be?”