Pushing Papers

paper-pusher:

You know I don’t feel comfortable in bars and clubs, I don’t even know why you bothered asking. You knew I’d say no.

Besides that, you’re your own person, you get to do what you like. I just feel that since you are an adult, you should be able to keep yourself out of trouble, and if you can’t, that you should take measures to make sure that there are no opportunities. For example, if you know you are a flirtatious drunk and that Eliot won’t ensure you don’t get into trouble, you shouldn’t drink. 

And yes, I will give Bingley his medicine, don’t worry.

 I think it’s less flirtatious than I am more likely to voice my opinions on people’s clothes, eyes, etc. And then I’m too oblivious to tell they’re flirting with me.

I’ll… just have one or two glasses. Half-shots, even.

It’s actually a really nice establishment, Liz. They have the best fruit mocktails in the world, I swear. I think you’d like it.

I’ll talk to Eliot before we go in. I’m sure he’ll understand.

I shouldn’t be out too long anyway— an hour or two.

Would you like me to pick up cake or something on my way back? I’m having the Baron driven to your house (the keys will be left in your mailbox, if you’d not mind getting them out for me), and I’ll be taking a taxi.

Thank you, love.

paper-pusher:

tristan-the-punster:

paper-pusher:

tristan-the-punster:

Not sure if want

On the one hand, gay clubs have always been fun and the guy who works the bar is great.

On the other, will Liz come? Liz will you come? Are you going to be angry?

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeease~?

I would look totally out of place. I think I’ll stay home and possibly cuddle your two cats into a stupor.

Have fun, though.

 …

But now I’m going to be jealous of the cats.

Buuuuuuuuuuut… then again I haven’t seen Eliot in a while.

…

I… I’m going to go. But I will have only minimal fun and alcohol. And I will attempt to not half-drunkenly flirt with people.

While you stay at home and coddle and flirt with my cats.

…..

Mm.

You’re really good at making me feel better about all this, Tristan.

You deserve an award.

And I don’t flirt with animals. I love them.

 Sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. I just meant, it’s not fair of me to go out and hit the town while you stay at home. And I don’t particularly like getting blind drunk, especially if you’re not there to scold me for it.

I need to have someone to make sure I don’t… you know, accidentally flirt with people. You know how I compliment people on random things. I trust Eliot and everything, but he’s not exactly the best at keeping me from making an ass of myself.

And you know you basically propose to my cats, love. Make sure you give Bingley his medicine. It’s in the little round bag with his food.

Breaking in house cats. Such fun.