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It was obvious, to Roy at least, that Kori was bored.
Which in itself wasn’t too unusual, usually Kori would get them to educate her on an Earth custom. They’d played games (she loved jenga but couldn’t stay on the ground for twister), watched movies (loves Mulan but was personally offended by Sleeping Beauty), and TV shows (she loved Avatar and thought star trek was hilarious).
But this bored was different, it had been a while since they’d been on a challenging mission, and Roy could tell Kori wanted to move.
Roy didn’t think Jason had noticed, was too busy laboriously and somewhat obsessively cleaning his guns, having finished with his knives collection already.
But Kori wouldn’t last much longer before interrupting them, of this Roy was sure, she was currently lying horizontally, floating in front of the TV, her watchful eyes moving between Jason and Roy.
Roy gives it a minute before she cracks.
By his count she lasts 34 seconds.
Kori has made friends with at least half the club by the time Roy is as buzzed as he will be getting (he’ll never let himself be out of control with alcohol again), and Jason has had enough to drink that he’s both touchy and dancing like it’s everything to him, pulling Roy in against him, twirling and dipping him.
Roy winces when Jason drops to his knees mid one song. The audible thunk makes him sorry for Jason’s knees, and the floor is sticky from the multitude of dancers who have spilled their drinks. Jason among them. Roy hopes that’s the only reason for the stickiness.
When the song changes Jason reacts before Roy even recognises the song, grabbing Roy’s arms and staring him in the eyes, before doing what Roy can only describe as losing his shit to the song. Kicking his legs and throwing his arms out. Roy isn’t sure it’s a dance so much but Jason is just moving. It’s frenetic and Roy lets himself get caught up in Jason’s energy, dancing and laughing along with him.
As the song slows down and comes to an end Jason all but collapses into Roy’s arm, huffing and more than a little out of breath. Still out of breath, Jason laughs in his arms and Roy can’t help but laugh along with him.
Jason pulls himself out of the semi-collapsed position he’d fallen into in Roy’s arms, looks him in the eyes, then pulls Roy into a hug.
Then Jason pulls away, places his hands on his face, and kisses him.
His lips tingle from the contact. His eyes fall shut at the contact at his lips. Jason’s lips are a little wet, and he tastes like rum, ginger and a sweetness that Roy knows comes from Jason’s choice of chap stick.
As far as kisses go, it’s not much of one, Jason’s pulling away before Roy even processes what’s happening, let alone have time to react, or return the kiss.
But-
It’s still a kiss.
Jason kissed him.
Roy’s still trying to process that thought when Jason laughs in Roy’s face, but Roy knows it’s not teasing. His face is flushed, a red hue on his cheeks and his ears, from the alcohol, and the dancing, but Roy can tell the smile on his face is genuine. He can't help but return the smile with his own.
Too soon, Jason steps away, but he keeps his arm on Roy’s, an when he turns he gives a gentle tug on Roy's arm, before pulling Roy along with him.
Roy looks around for Kori, before seeing her floating just near the DJ, sipping the drink in her hand. She raises her eyebrows as him, before giving him a thumbs up and an over exaggerated wink.
Jason pulls him to the bar and gets a rum for him, and another beer for Roy. Roy figures he’ll nurse it. Jason is having a good time and there’s nowhere Roy would rather be.