Izzy was fumbling around in the kitchen trying to scrap together some measly dinner as Duff was moaning and groaning about being bored. He drained the pasta noodles and started adding in the cheap sauce and waited for the bread in the toaster. It was Valentine's Day, and the other three were either balls deep in somebody, or... just balls deep, nobody said they were romantic by any means.
"Fuck this man, I'm going to the bar, y'coming?" Duff said, he heaved himself off the couch and leaned in the doorway of the kitchen.
"Oh cmon, you couldn't have asked before
I made dinner?" Izzy groaned, throwing a look in Duff's direction.
Duff tossed an arm over Izzy's shoulders and smiled warmly.
"Fine, after dinner, and I'll buy you a drink" Duff said, poking Izzy's shoulder.
"Duff, who knew you were such a gentleman?" Izzy teased. "Sit your ass down" he pointed to the table.
"Thanks sweetheart" Duff snickered. He got out a couple beers and cracked them open.
"Don't start with me" Izzy said.
At the bar...
"And she looked at me dead in the eyes and made me swear I wasn't gay!" Duff slurred his words together. "I mean, cmon! Izzy babe, tell me the truth" he drunkenly wrapped one of his arms around Izzy and leaned into him.
"Duff, babe, get offa me" Izzy shrugged Duff off him. He let his eyes trail across Duff's face, which had been graced with, rather nice, makeup, and his body clad with a shirt that he shouldn't even be wearing in public anymore, and his jeans, which had a large rip right under the ass. "None of— this-" he gestured from Duff's hair all the way to his shoes, "is helping your case. Besides, you're drinking a fucking fruity ass rum bucket"
"I like it!" Duff pouted. "You're Mister Masculinity over here drinking, what is that?" He lazily pointed to Izzy's dark colored drink. He stuck his pinky in it and sucked off whatever was on it.
"That could've been drugged for all you know" Izzy said, lazily pointing to his half empty glass. "You could have died"
Duff grimaced and stuck his tongue out.
"That's fucking... is that Jäger and... root beer?" Duff asked. "I can't tell if that's good or not"
"Good thing it's not yours" Izzy said, sipping at his drink. He finished it off and swirled the ice around.
"Lemme buy ya another" Duff proposed.
"If your fruity ass can stand up straight, sure" Izzy smirked.
"M not fruity" Duff grumbled as he tried standing on the stilts he called legs. "I'm kinda fruity" he muttered, falling back into the booth. "'S bullshit"
"What're you grumbling about?" Izzy asked.
"Nah, know what?"
"What?" Izzy said, he was looking into his melted ice.
"Kiss me" Duff said.
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