starter for @malefibliss :
Jon had lost count of how many hours had past since the sun slipped down over the desert horizon but it always had been difficult to keep track of time in a city like Las Vegas. Always bright, always teeming with life and excitement, it wasn't easy to pinpoint an hour in the twenty four a day has to offer. In Jon's defense, the day had been nothing short of madness, having whisked Colby along on their 'bro date' as soon as the younger man had arrived. It wasn't too unusual to find two good friends of the same sex finding some comfort in each other's company on a day specifically designed to celebrate those who had found love in their lives and shun the single and lonely. And it wasn't that Jon as lonely, per say, but being sidelined after the surgery for two months had really messed with his head. Oh, and Renee leaving him- that sucked too. Nothing like being kicked when he was already down but Jon was nothing but resilient and he could handle this. Jonathan Good had been through worse, Jon Good could handle anything the universe wanted to nail him with. But if he was provided a tiny boost of morale in the form of Colby Lopez, then who was he to argue?
To be honest, Jon had been having more fun finding different ways to irritate Colby throughout the afternoon but after a few hard drinks with dinner his attitude toward their little Valentine's Day adventure had shifted slightly. As their tired feet carried their booze-warmed bodies(yeah, he had managed to get a couple alcoholic beverages into his buddy) down Las Vegas Boulevard, he came to a sudden halt next to a large man dressed as what Jon could only guess was supposed to be Cupid. While the heavy five o'clock shadow looked a little out of place, the man's costume wasn't entirely what caught his attention, but the armful of roses he was trying to sell to couples passing by. Blue eyes sparkled with mischievous intentions as Jon sent Colby a sideways glance and he was happy to trade the poor-man's Cupid a ten dollar bill for a deep red rose with a ridiculously long stem.
"What bro date is complete without a...brose?" he presented Colby with the flower, allowing the soft petals to playfully skim over Colby's scruffy cheek before surrendering the rose to his friend. "Alright, I'm freezin' my tits off out here," he complained, his gaze drifting off to their left and down a side street that would leave them away from the hustle and bustle of the Boulevard, "I mean if I had tits, they'd be frozen clean off." There was an air of drama to his tone, exaggerating how cold he was by rubbing his hands up and down over the opposite forearms. "But I got just the solution." The asphalt and concrete became colorless and cold under their feet, no longer painted with the bright neon lights and warm of the Strip, but Jon had a different sort of strip in mind now as he led the way down the block. "Dunno why I didn't think of this before," he looked to Colby while his lips curled into diabolical grin, "it's the perfect place to spend Valentine's night." Mere minutes later he was gesturing to a sign with large, elegant blue letters spelling out the word 'Sapphire'.
