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WHAT in person
WHERE Heavenly Grounds
WHEN 75!!

[So how do you feel about getting into the holiday spirit? Because with all that wine around from the Bingo victories someone's put a sign up outside Heavenly Grounds today advertising a ~holiday party~ There's festive decorations with mulled wine, hot toddies, spiked egg nog. You name it, it's there to get you plastered.

And I guess there's cookies and fruit cake and stuff too, but who needs food when there's drinking?]

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[good thing we all decided we were good with PDA, because Tony is not shyly pressing Steve against the back of the couch, hands all over his too tight tshirt]

[PDA is the best? It's so good. Steve's grinning into the kiss, catching Tony's lip and dragging his teeth along it.]

Mmh, the dream's alive and well.

[grinning into the kiss, arms wrapping lazily around Steve's waist]

My god you're a talky drunk.

Is that a problem, Tony?

[Dragging his fingers through Tony's hair, murmuring against his lips]

Only if you take your hands off me.

[licking along Steve's lips, absolutely indulging in the touch and humming his approval]

Mmh, I don't think I'll be doing that anytime soon.

[He leans in and kisses, harder, squeezing his ass]

[Yes, good. Chuckling into the kiss]

Chatty isn't enough? Captain America is a grab ass drunk, too?

You asked me to keep my hands on you.

Oh, and I meant it. But you chose where.

You got any requests for where you want them?

Absolutely my ass.

[leaning closer, making a mess of Steve's hair as he speaks against Steve's ear]

But only because everywhere else I want them is public indecency.

[Steve draws in a heavy breath, resting a possessive hand against the small of Tony's back as he glances around the shop]

You want to take this somewhere private?

Eventually. I'm not done showing off.

[kissing the tender space beneath Steve's ear, sliding fingers along his neck]

[he laughs, leaning into Tony's touch with a pleased hum]

Show off...

[speaking against his neck, shifting teasingly on his lap]

Always. Especially when you make me look this good.

[turns a little to nuzzle against Tony's ear, kissing]

You make yourself look good, Tony. Have you seen yourself? You look really good.

I'm trying to objectify you while you're drunk, don't turn this around on me.

[Resting his arms on Steve's shoulders, facing him again]

But you're right, I do.

[Kisssss]

[kisssss. Steve's grinning into it, tongue tracing Tony's lips as his palms stroke over his sides]

[licking into Steve's mouth and sighing at the touch, it isn't too much longer before he groans]

Okay, yeah, I was wrong. We need to go.

[he laughs against Tony's lips, still not pulling his hands off him]

Let's go then, Tony. Let's go.

[Tony also isn't really moving, just pressing his body against Steve's, he makes an annoyed sound]

Why haven't I built a bedroom here? 50 years. Unbelievable.

I'm honestly surprised. You gotta have a place to sleep, Tony.

You're just asking for me to carry you.

[Somewhat defensively]

I have a couch. You know, in the back. It's a good couch.

And no, you can under no circumstances carry me out of this establishment.

Mmh then can I fuck you on the couch?

[grooooaning. yeah, that definitely makes Tony's dick twitch]

Please drink all the time. Yes. Immediately, yes.