⤿ beck & ???, @femaleraqe.
should he punch them? accidentally knock into them? throw a drink in their face? it could even be all three, if he was feeling adventurous. but he couldn't get the both of them kicked out before they decided who to bring home. beck didn't have a fatal temper, but he knew his partner in crime did, and for fear that if he let another second pass he'd be witness to a murder up close and personal, he slots his frame in between the ticking time bomb and the dolt who couldn't see that they were close to death. expression pleads too trust him, maybe not hurt him too, and in a second palms frame the other's features, pulling them in for a kiss. it's not exactly typical for them, it's not something beck has ever thought of wanting to do, but now that he is, it's pretty nice. their mouth is soft, and despite no priors, the kiss isn't clunky with unfamiliar tension. it's definitely the drinks he's had that keeps him from pulling away right away, definitely, even when he feels the dolt's fury behind him, hears the huff and shoes dragging past old wooden floorboards. " phew, " murmurs, breath still tickling brims before he's carefully maneuvering them to arms length. " there. they're gone. i was worried you'd kill them if i didn't interfere. "