For the most part, Art was finally sober. Jasmine had plied him with two full glasses of water before leaving his apartment to get their other friends home, and he’d taken himself off to have a shower the second they were gone. His main incentive was that he wanted to be a little sober by the time Goose arrived, but also partially because he wanted to look good, too. With his hair freshly dried and adequately tousled, he’d spritzed himself with his favourite cologne and changed into something a little more comfortable. By the time he heard the sound of a knock on the door, they were up on their feet, brandishing a King Size bag of gummy bears.
“Trick or treat,” Art sing-songed as he swung the door open, revealing Goose on the other side. They smiled sweetly at the sight of him, eyes lazily appraising him in all his pretty, 6 foot nothing, twinkified glory. “Oh, shit, that’s your line.”
Laughing, he beckoned for the other boy to follow him inside, stumbling over his own feet as he eagerly glanced over his shoulder to ensure he was following. Not to be too overeager, obvs, but he didn’t want to scare Goose off just yet. The fun had barely begun.
“I drank soooo much water before you got here,” Art told him, fluttering his lashes as he gave an over the top bow. “Are you proud of me? I’m, like, so getting knighted for this, babes.”