Where: Hard Times Tavern, karaoke night
Who: @thesloanezone
Markus had cleaned up considerably well since his arrival to Fairvale. His beard, neatly trimmed. His hair was still a little longer than he was used to, but he didn’t fret too much about it.
He slinked through the crowd, a drink in hand. Water, for his beloved. God, he still couldn’t believe he had found her.. It was like a surreal dream, one that he was still afraid would end in the morning. But it never did, and he was grateful.
He held her drink up high to avoid someone hitting it, because wasted water would be a waste. He came up behind her, laying a hand on her back, slowly gliding down until it rested at the small of her back. He held out the glass, bringing it around in front of her, though not before stealing a few sips for himself.
“Here you are, pet,” he said, bringing his lips to the shell of her ear as he spoke, planting a soft kiss at her cheek. “God, I miss nights like this.” And he did. Truly. The people, the ambiance, the fun. But mostly, he missed watching how Sloane lit up when doing things she enjoyed.
“I hope you don’t mind me being too forward, Dr. Campbell, but I fully intend on stealing many dances with you tonight,” he said coyly, an impish grin gracing his lips as his fingers rubbed small circles into her back.