cheek kiss'im motherfucker
INBOX ME FOR ARTHUR KISSES! [1/5] ;; Still accepting 2 more!@ohfleurdebois
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Present day
Inside the car, the cab driver waited and rolled his eyes impatiently. Through the rearview mirror he could see a seemingly young man, accompanied by another younger one. Only that the young one spoke, dressed and acted as if he were forty, at the very least. Forty, and a drunkard. He felt immediately sorry for the younger one.
“I can, I can do it, I can climb in this cab,” Arthur complained, as he was helped not to fall face-down against the sidewalk. He gave Matthew a bit of a shove. “See, I made it. I will see you soon. Thank you for coming to drinks, Matthew, and this cab,” he pated the roof of the car, seemingly unaware that every minute he spends making the cab driver wait is being charged to Matthew’s credit card.
As a last goodbye, he put his hand on Matthew’s arm, gripped it tight and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, ever so oddly affectionate in this drunken state. He patted his cheek a few times, and then finally climbed into the cab. “Make sure, tomorrow, as we said, — call the government.” Whatever that meant.
Finally he shut the door, to fall asleep against the car window five minutes later. Business as usual tomorrow. Today, he was glad to have gotten a few drinks with a dear friend.
