Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 129584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129584 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
“And we can’t possibly be boring,” Sora deadpanned, dry as a martini.
“Of course not. Perish the thought.”
“We’re doing a drinking game, aren’t we?” It wasn’t much of a guess.
“Ding, ding, ding! Someone get the man a cookie.”
Sora should have anticipated this. With a wind dragon in charge of dinner, of course things wouldn’t go normally. This dinner was a lure, a false advertisement. But he didn’t mind it. Time spent with Ravi was never boring.
“And what movie are we watching? What’s the game?”
“We are watching, good sir, Lord of the Rings.”
Sora’s interest perked. He’d only seen the movie once, but he’d also read the books and enjoyed both. He was very much a fan of fantasy, so Ravi’s choice was a good one.
But.
But a drinking game.
To Lord of the Rings.
Sora wasn’t sure how well that would go. “And we’re taking shots to…?”
“Every time the main theme song is played,” Ravi said, ticking each rule off on his fingers, “they do a panoramic view with the camera, or the ring is mentioned.”
As expected. That gut feeling was dead on. “Wait, we’re going to be drunk in fifteen minutes with those rules!”
“Usually takes most people thirty.” Ravi’s grin didn’t abate; rather, he added an outrageous eyebrow waggle. “Unless you’re a lightweight.”
“I am not. But I’m beginning to think you’re going to drink me under the table. You do remember that your metabolism is faster than mine? That you can process alcohol at twice the speed I can?”
Ravi pretended to think about this. “I can give you a handicap.”
That was apparently as good an offer as Sora would get. But he couldn’t back down. He didn’t want to. He wanted to meet the challenge in Ravi’s eyes.
“Alright, dragon, you’re on.”
“That’s the spirit!” Ravi sprung up, a whirling dervish as he went for the bar. “I’ll get drinks, you get comfy.”
Sora headed for the bean bags, oversized that they were, and hoped he’d eaten enough to be able to process the truly ungodly amount of alcohol he was about to consume.
Ravi came to him, handed him a tray with glasses lined up neatly in a row, then deviated long enough to flip on the projector and start the film. Holding the tray off to the side, Sora gave him room to climb in. Of course, it being a bean bag, Ravi ended up close, hip pressed into Sora’s.
In an overexaggerated manner, he cooed, “Ooh-la-la.”
Sora snickered, shaking his head. This man was so incorrigible. “I hope you’re comfortable.”
“I am perfect, thanks for asking. Now, pass the booze.”
Alright, he wasn’t going to let this man lead him around by the nose all evening. Sora situated the tray first, but then he slid an arm around Ravi’s shoulders, getting them both comfortable. Ravi leaned into the hold with an almost audible purr, the happy rumble dragons made when blissfully content.
Oh.
Oh, he made Ravi happy, too? That knowledge went straight to his head, swelling it.
Sora usually felt so awkward and out of joint with people on dates. He’d never been on one like this, where he enjoyed his date’s company even as he thrilled at every touch. It was so perfectly fun and enjoyable, with no judgements being made even as he confessed to little sins.
And then there was the way this amazing man looked at him, as if he were delighted to spend time with Sora. It was indeed a very heady feeling. One Sora had never experienced before.
His parents had always bemoaned his lack of partner and asked repeatedly what it was he hoped to find, why he didn’t like the people he’d tried to date. Sora hadn’t been able to explain it to them. Just that there was something lacking. Comfort, trust, attraction—usually his date fell short in some way or another.
Tonight, he had no such complaints. This was all too perfect. For once, Sora wasn’t eyeing the door and wondering how to gracefully extract himself. He wanted this night to continue. And a repeat, however soon he could manage it. Which was very telling, as he’d never wanted that before.
Could…Ravi possibly be…?
“Ooh, we have main theme song!” Ravi lifted a drink from the tray. “Bottoms up!”
The thought broke, and Sora blinked back into the present. He took a glass and clinked it against Ravi’s. “Bottoms up.”
Enjoy tonight, he mentally chastised himself. You can always think later. And every moment with Ravi should be enjoyed.
Hopefully he wouldn’t get so drunk he’d forget half the evening. Although, at the rate they were planning to consume alcohol, Sora didn’t give that high odds.
Sora smiled to see Ravi jogging toward him, his eyes aglow with some hidden delight and his face a little flushed. He was dressed in a dark button-down shirt and black slacks. Sora was beginning to think this was Ravi’s work uniform, as he always seemed to be wearing it while protecting the king and running errands for him around the castle. The colors seemed too somber for the perky dragon, but they did nothing to dampen his cheerful demeanor.