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"I thought they gave him water?"
"I - I don't know! I thought they did, too! I swear," Nie Huaisang babbles, and all Lan Xichen does is just stare at him serenely.
It's something that, as a good friend, Wei Wuxian should rescue Huaisang from. Especially since he knows from personal experience how easy it is to mix up water and vodka, and it really isn't Huaisang's fault, but.
"Wei…Ying?" a muffled voice comes from his shoulder, and Wei Wuxian's smile turns fond.
He makes a note to apologize to his friend later. Right now, he has more pressing matters to attend to.
Wei Wuxian grabs Lan Wangji's empty cup, careful to move his arm without jostling the head on his shoulder. "Lan Zhan," he whispers. "Lan Zhan, I'm right here."
"Mn."
"Lan Zhan," and really, Wei Wuxian could sit here all night repeating his beloved's name, "I'm going to be right back, okay? I'm just going to go over to the bar - I'm just going to be right over there, I'm gonna get you some water, and I'll be back."
Lan Wangji frowns when Wei Wuxian starts tugging his arm out of his grasp. "Don't leave me," he pouts, and it's just…so cute. It's so cute. If Wei Wuxian could convince Lan Wangji to stop being such a rule follower, he'd go places with just this face.
For now, he'll settle for kissing his husband on the forehead and pulling away regretfully. "I'll be right back," Wei Wuxian repeats.
This time, it sounds more like he's trying to convince himself.
Surprisingly, it only takes a minute or two to get to the bar, even through the massive crowd of bodies. The bartender is flagged down with ease, a glass of water is ordered, and Wei Wuxian drums his fingers on the wooden surface as he waits.
"WEI WUXIAN!"
What? He swears he didn't do anything. At least not tonight, and definitely not in the last half hour.
His eyes roam the room until they make contact with Jiang Cheng's scowl. He's in Wei Wuxian's booth, which means he must have gone looking for him when Wei Wuxian got up to get that glass of water.
What? Wei Wuxian mouths across the distance.
All he gets in response is a rude gesture.
Ugh, fine. Hopefully that glass will still be waiting when he gets back.
"Jiang Cheng," Wei Wuxian whines. "I was doing a very important task, I'll have you know."
"Great, well, guess what? Here's a more important task."
And then Jiang Cheng shoves on Lan Wangji at him, who just grumbles and falls in Wei Wuxian's lap.
"Take him," Jiang Cheng hisses, "preferably home, because he's been crying on my shoulder for the past few minutes."
"Crying?" Wei Wuxian repeats in disbelief. In public? His Lan Zhan? "W - Why - "
"Whoever you're married to, I'll treat you better."
Wei Wuxian blinks, startled.
Jiang Cheng groans and drops his head into his hands.
Lan Wangji doesn't even blush. He meets Wei Wuxian's gaze with a somber expression, not a trace of embarrassment or regret to be found. Wei Wuxian, however, fares worse - he has to look away after a few seconds of eye contact because, well, it isn't fair how Lan Wangji can say things like this with such a straight face, even if he's drunk.
"I'm not sure anyone could treat me better than my husband does," Wei Wuxian laughs softly. Then he looks back up at Jiang Cheng and raises a single eyebrow.
Jiang Cheng huffs. "Look, he was the one that asked me if you were married. And I said yes, because you are, and he just started fucking tearing up. What the fuck was I supposed to do?!? The only damn crying I can handle is either yours or jie's."
Lan Wangji opens his mouth, presumably to say something either insulting or sappy, but Jiang Cheng glares. "No," he says, "no no. Tell me if any of this is too hard to understand. That man, the one you're lying on top of, the one that keeps looking at you with that dumb look on his face, the one you keep asking if he's fucking married. That's your husband. You are his husband. Got it?"
Both Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng can practically hear the gears turning in Lan Wangji's head. His eyebrows knit together, then clear up, then Lan Wangji looks up at Wei Wuxian like he hung the stars in the sky.
"I'm your…husband?" he whispers, voice full of wonder. "I'm yours?"
The scrape of a chair signals Jiang Cheng's departure as he mutters something about needing a drink.
"Yes," Wei Wuxian says, completely ignoring the disturbance in favor of the man in his lap. "Yes, you're mine, and I'm yours, and how do you feel about going home?"
"Home," Lan Wangji repeats while letting Wei Wuxian pull him upright. "Our home?" he asks on their way out the door, owlishly watching a taxi approach.
"Our home," Wei Wuxian smiles, and pulls his husband in.