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"Did I make you wait this long last time we went out together?” Isaac was slouched in his seat, reclined deeply into the couch in his friend’s living room. He’d long since kicked up his feet onto Elfred’s coffee table -- legs crossed precisely at the ankles -- and he’d been left to frown at his now empty scotch glass. Isaac squinted as he watched light refract off the intricately carved glass, wrist twisting back and forth to rattle around the pair of slowly melting ice cubes. “You know,” he called out to the other, clearing his throat in a dramatic preamble, “I really don’t think it takes anyone this long to get ready.” Except, it completely did. Last weekend when they’d gone to a club opening and Elfred came by Isaac’s apartment instead, he must’ve kept the other man waiting for a solid thirty minutes as he primped and polished. As of now, he’d hardly been sitting for ten minutes, but Isaac had always been impatient. He could barely wait on dates that ran late, so of course he was going to give Elfred an even worse time. Drawing in a deep breath, he let his head fall back against the cushions of the sofa. “If I keep pregaming I’m going to be utterly drunk before we get anywhere.”