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“Come on!” S.G. whines. “You have to have a crush on someone!”
“I am too sober for this conversation,” Glib grumbles as he takes a long sip of his drink.
“Just tell me!” S.G., acting a little tipsy, whines as she clings to Glib’s cloak.
Glib shakes them off while rolling his eyes at him. He fixes his cloak, smoothing out the wrinkles that S.G. had caused while his eyes scan the crowd. Everyone is happily drunk and mingling, they had just saved the world from a deranged Order God after all.
“At least tell me if you have a crush,” S.G. pleads, her words slurring a little and his accent getting steadily heavier.
“Will you leave me alone after?” Glib asks, taking another long drink.
S.G. is silent for a moment before slowly nodding. Glib gets the distinct impression that they are grinning, but he can’t see on her featureless face. “I will drop it if you answer me, yes.”
Glib drags a hand down his face. He grumbles something about being too sober before saying, “yes, I do have a crush on someone.”
“Who?” S.G. asks immediately, lighting up like a kid in a candy store.
“That wasn’t the deal, S.G.,” Glib reminds her. They pout for a moment before seemingly getting an idea.
“Stick come here,” she says coyly. Stick flies to his outstretched hand. “Stick take me to Glib’s crush.” Stick instantly points somewhere into the crowd and S.G. is pulled through the crowd, faster than is probably safe.
“Wait! No!” Glib yells in alarm, reaching for Stick, but S.G. gone before he can land a hand on them. Glib stands frozen for a moment while his slightly drunk mind wraps around what had just happened. “Shit.”
He starts walking in the direction Stick was pointing. He knows who will be at the other end, he just has to hope that S.G. won’t make a big deal out of it. As he gets closer to the edge of the crowd of people, he sees S.G. standing staring dumbfounded at the two individuals in front of them, Mercury and Mr. Goodbid.
“Not cool Glib,” S.G. says hotly. “Mercury is supposed to be mine!”
“What? No! It’s not Mercury!” He snaps back.
S.G. looks at him blankly for a moment before leaning down so that they are eyelevel with Glib. “Do you mean to tell me that you have a crush on Mister-motherfucking-Goodbid?” He says in the most serious tone Glib has ever heard come from her not-mouth.
“Uh,” Glib says, leaning away from them. “Maybe?”
“How did that happen?!” They whisper-shout.
“I don’t know, okay?! It just did!”
“I refuse to believe that. You must be charmed or something.” S.G. straightens up and makes a move like she is about to cast a spell on him.
“Don’t waste a spell slot,” Glib grumbles, grabbing their hand. “I already checked.”
“Already checked what?” Goodbid asks as he suddenly appears directly next to them.
“Jesus!” Glib yelps, jumping an entire foot back.
“Oh, sorry, Glib!” Goodbid laughs. “Didn’t mean to scare ya like that.” He pats Glib on the shoulder.
“I think Glib’s been charmed,” S.G. tells Goodbid.
Goodbid stiffens immediately, his smile faltering a little. “And why do ya think that?” He glances around as he widens his stance a little, seemingly preparing for a fight.
“No reason!” Glib snaps. If it weren’t for his very dark skin, he would be red as a tomato. “She’s just overreacting!”
Goodbid studies him for a moment before nodding, more to himself than to the other two.
“Hey, S.G., why don’t you go keep Mercury company for a little while?” Goodbid says with a wink.
“Don’t have to tell me twice!” They say as he starts walking over to the peg-legged merman. She picks up two flutes of champagne as they go.
“That will keep her busy for probably the rest of the night,” Goodbid mutters before turning back to Glib. “Why don’t we go for a walk outside for a moment. You seem overwhelmed.” Glib blinks at him slowly for a moment, wondering if his drunk frog-brain misheard Goodbid. When Goodbid says nothing else, Glib nods slowly.
Goodbid gently grabs the fabric of Glib’s cloak before walking out of the crowd. They easily make it outside where the air is much colder, but not unpleasant. They walk in silence to the edge of the platform where Goodbid stops to lean on the railing and look over the city. Glib climbs up before sitting on the railing, making them nearly eyelevel.
“Ya know,” Goodbid says, his eye’s not leaving the city, “I was thinking that after all of this I want to go to Wainua.”
“The water city?” Glib asks, quickly glancing at Goodbid before returning to the cityscape.
“Yep, that's the one.”
“Sounds fun.”
“I’m glad you think so because it makes askin' ya a little easier.”
Glib looks at Goodbid very confused, but Goodbid doesn’t look at him.
“I was wonderin’ if you’d want ta come with me,” Goodbid asks slowly.
Glib stills for a moment. “What?”
“You don’t have ta if ya don’ wanna,” Goodbid says in a rush, his suddenly much heavier accent making it difficult for Glib to understand him.
“Are you... charmed?”
“No,” Goodbid laughs. “No, but I did hear your and S.G.’s conversation.”
Glib fully freezes, eyes wide as he stares at Goodbid. “I-”
“And I decided that I kinda wanted to get to know you a little better now that our lives aren’t in peril.” He leans a little heavier on the rail. “Which is why I want to take you in vacation with me.” He looks at Glib for the first time since they left the building. His smile seems more genuine and less like a part of his businessman persona.
“Fuck it, yeah sure, I’ll go with you,” Glib says before his chronic anxiety can convince him to say anything else.
“Really, it was that easy? I was thinkin’ I was gonna have ta convince ya,” Goodbid says with a pleased smile.
“What can I say, you are a really good businessman.”
“I may be a good businessman, but I am an even better gentleman,” Goodbid says smoothly as he takes Glib’s hand and kisses the back of it. Glib stares at him slack-jawed.
"I-" Before he can properly articulate a response, Goodbid places a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth. He flashes Glib that same genuine smile before turning on his heel and walking back towards the party, leaving Glib in a very stunned silence.
"And besides," Goodbid says coyly, "it's good bidness."
Glib glares at him, his happy moment ruined, before yelling, "Stick!"
THWACK!
"Damn!"