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Devil's Nest, November 18, 2021

Was it getting too cold for Shirtless Thursdays? Maybe a little. Was it going to stop Eric?

Not remotely. Having decided based on, well, looking up at the ceiling to determine that it was tall enough, he'd had Tiny haul a medium-sized portable firepit into the space to add ambience and a reminder that he could set a piano on fire at ANY POINT.

He wouldn't, but he was happiest when he was annoying Lucifer somehow.

Tiny put up the sign announcing it SHIRTLESS LEATHER PANTS THURSDAY and Eric settled in with a drink at the bar.

The Devil's Nest was open and the vampire was around.

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Away from Eric.

Was there such a thing as too cold for Shirtless Thursdays? Or Shirtless Any Day, as far as Gladio was concerned?

If anyone was claiming there was, he wasn't going to believe it!

But just as coffee and reading in the afternoon had become a thing, so was flashing all his sweet muscles and awesome tats at the bar in the evenings, and would you look at that? He was mixing it up a little by not ordering a Cup Noodle^TM cocktail, feeling a bit more like he could crush his way through just a few beers instead tonight.

Sometimes, even when you were reveling a little in your little routines, you had to still mix it up a little.

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There was no way Seivarden was going to a bar shirtless in this weather (or in any weather for the matter), but she was happy to accompany Gladio to watch him indulge in the habit.

"So, a change of drinks this time?" she said, sipping on her wine.

"Variety is the spice of life," Gladio declared, shrugging his big shoulders and lifting his the beer that managed to look comically small in his hands as if in a toast, "am I right? And there can be too much of a good thing, even with Cup Noodles^TM. Plus, I don't know how much longer their supply is going to last, so it'll be good to not blow through it too quickly. Still," his grin went a little crooked, "I think the owner likes me. He might want to keep me around."

"Oh, I'm sure he likes you," Seivarden said. "I don't think you have to worry about the Cup Noodles. At least Ignis agrees with me on them."

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"I got Prompto on my side on this one," Gladio pointed out importantly. "That's a draw. And Ignis has a weird vendetta against Cup Noodle^TM anyway, so I almost feel that shouldn't count."

"Ignis has better taste when it comes to food," Seivarden countered, as there could be no objection to that.

It was difficult to argue with that point, it was true.

But that wasn't stopping Gladio from trying.

"Specs might have a better grip on the finer things in life," he allowed, then grinned, "but don't knock a little rough around the edges if you want to actually have a good time."

He said, as if he wasn't the first born son to a long-standing noble house rooted in direct connection to the royal family....

"Oh, I don't," Seivarden said with a grin, "but the right kind of rough around the edges."

The kind that was still civilised.

"Probably about as rough edged," Gladio's grin now turned teasing, maybe a little challening, as he took another drink, "as the hems of those nice gloves of yours."

Seivarden's grin widened. After another sip of wine she said:

"Oh, I have ones with rougher hems than that."

Gladio's eyes went pointedly to the gloves Seivarden was currently wearing. And their hems.

"So," he said, "when do we actually get to see those gloves?"

"This isn't a good occasion for dressing down, is it?" Seivarden said, mostly just teasing back. "I need to match leather pants and shirtlessness, after all."

"Shirtlessness," Gladio countered, "is by definition dressing down, but fine, we're going to figure out something that'll require some rough-hemmed gloves. Even if we have to drag you to the chocobo farm for it."

Actually? Dragging anyone to the chocobo farm was never a bad idea...

"Why the chocobo farm?" Seivarden asked.

"You're going to wear fancy gloves," Gladio quirked a brow, "to a farm?"

Who was he? Ignis?

"We're not going to work there, are we?" Seivarden countered.

"We might," said Gladio, with a grin that said they definitely were if this ever became a thing. "Might do you some good to shovel up some chocobo shit."

Oh no.

Was this a new class idea? He might need to run it by the boyos.

Seivarden just looked at him with a raised eyebrow while taking a sip of wine.

"All fun and games," Gladio snorted, his grin only broadening, "until someone brings in the manual labor, huh?"

"I've been in the Radchaai military for all my adult life," Seivarden replied. "What do you think we do, drink tea all day?"

Gladio's hand went to his bare chest as his expression went shocked. Shocked!

"You mean, you don't?" he said, then couldn't quite keep up the facade and snorted a laugh.

Hey, ask stupid questions....

"Not that we don't drink tea at all."

Not that that wasn't obvious.

Ignis was already expecting to need his drink tonight with his leather pants (still keeping his shirt on, thank you, unless perhaps you asked nicely and with booze) due to the nature of his class that evening, but the fact that it had unexpectedly triggered his mother hen mode over an insomniac student made this fact all the more evident.

"I may," he warned Tiny in advance as he got his usual wine, "be needing two tonight, thank you."

Also away from Eric.

By definition, near Eric.

I am FREEZING.

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