An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
When Robin eventually walks away from Steve, Billy downs a double shot of rum before heading over.
“Hey, pretty boy,” Billy says when he gets close enough for Steve to hear him.
Smiling widely, Steve pulls Billy into a hug. Steve is pleasantly drunk. “Hey! What’s up, Billy?”
“Not much, how are you doing?” Billy asks, his heart thudding hard in his chest.
“I’m great. Want another drink?”
“Nah. I was thinking about getting out of here. Wanna go get a bite to eat?” He can’t believe what he’s saying. Well, he can, he’s asking Steve to go get food. He’s done it countless times, but this is the first time since he came out. He hopes Steve knows it’s more than the normal let’s go get food. Steve blinks up at him.
Steve grins and lets out a little laugh. Billy is 85% sure Steve knows what Billy’s asking.
When Steve just lets out a small laugh and blushes, Billy steps into Steve’s space. In a low voice, he asks, “How about it, pretty boy? Wanna grab a bite?”
Steve blushes deeper and huffs again. “Where?”
Billy cups the back of Steve’s neck and raises his eyebrow a little. He squeezes gently and Steve shivers. “Wherever you want, pretty boy.”