Sloane knew Tony was referring to something in particular, but he had no way of knowing for sure. He wasn't about to throw things out there and reveal something he shouldn't. He nodded.
"Thanks. I'll keep that in mind." And Sloane meant it. He had a feeling that whatever this was, it was just the beginning. He hoped they were all ready. They continued to watch TV until Tony got up and motioned for him to follow.
"How about some air hockey?"
"Um.... Sure. Sounds like fun." Dex had warned him, but really. How bad could it be?
Chapter 5
DEX HAD consumed so many gummy bears in the last few hours, he was pretty sure he was going to be pooping rainbows. In between dancing, drinking, and snacking, he sent Sloane a text telling him he missed him and loved him. Hopefully his plan to get Sloane and Tony to bond was going well. He hadn't heard back from Sloane, so he imagined the two were busy doing whatever it was they were doing.
Later in the evening, Dex was starving. He leaned over to Cael, who was very drunk and sucking face with Ash. It was clearly getting to that time of night. The "we're so drunk and horny we should do something about it right here, right now" phase.
"I'm going to get something to eat. I'll be right back."
Cael made a sound that could have been an acknowledgment, or a response to Ash squeezing Cael's ass. Classy.
"Ooh! We'll come with you," Hudson said cheerfully, much to Seb's obvious disappointment at having his husband suddenly more interested in food than playing doctor.
"We are?" Seb asked. His bottom lip jutted out.
"Darling, I love you, but, well, food." Hudson's eyes went wide, and he licked his bottom lip. Dex held back a laugh. Seb really had no chance.
Seb chuckled. He kissed Hudson. "Whatever you want, Lobito."
Hobbs popped up from the depths of who knew where and dropped down onto the seat beside Dex, scaring the shit out of him. He threw a hand to his chest to stop his heart from beating out of him. "Holy fuck." He glared at Hobbs, who "booped" Dex's nose, a big dopey grin on his face. How the hell could Dex stay mad at that face? It was impossible. The guy was too adorable for words. And drunk. He was very clearly drunk. Calvin was looking slightly less drunk. Only slightly.
"Ethan's hungry," Calvin declared, and Hobbs nodded. He rubbed his belly and pouted.
"Well, lucky for you, we were just about to go grab some grub. The bar next block over has some kickass sliders and fries," Dex said, getting up. Hobbs jumped to his feet, and Calvin took his hand. Hudson and Seb also followed, with Hudson a little wobbly on his feet, which made him giggly. Seb wrapped his arm around Hudson's waist and pulled him close so he wouldn't walk into any walls.
"Dude, your man is smashed," Dex said with a laugh as he stepped outside into the cold night air, his hands in his jacket pockets.
"Yeah, well, you would have been too not so long ago."
"True," Dex conceded. As it was, he just had a nice buzz, which was fine with him.
The bar was busy, but they managed to snag a table with a bench wide enough for Seb to fit with Hudson tucked close beside him. Calvin sat next to Dex, and Hobbs took the chair at the end of the table beside the window and away from the crowd. It wasn't always easy for Therians in these old bars that hadn't caught up with the times. This place had been around decades, yet was only just upgrading to include Therian-sized seating. The tables and chairs they had installed were occupied. At least the menu included Therian-sized portions.
A tall, long-legged cheetah Therian waitress with beautiful dark skin and big brown eyes, stopped by the table to take their order. She nudged her trendy black glasses up her nose, her long purple braids falling over her shoulders. Hudson was smitten. He leaned toward her, his smile huge.
"Darling, your hair is amazing!"
The waitress chuckled. "Thank you." She gave him a wink and tapped the side of her glasses. "Love your frames."
"Thank you!" Hudson dropped his chin onto his hand as he gazed up at her. Man, he was so gone. Thankfully their waitress was exceptionally patient. "Your hair is really so lovely. I've always wanted to try a fun color with my hair."
She tilted her head to the side. "Why haven't you?"
Hudson's brows drew together, and he sat up. He frowned at Dex. "Why haven't I?"
Dex laughed at Hudson's confusion. Like he could not fathom why on earth he'd never dyed his hair purple. "I'm going to take a wild guess here and say that purple isn't a THIRDS-approved hair color. Not that the DBs would care, but you know."
"Oh!" Hudson grinned at her. "He's right. I'm a medical examiner." Hudson pointed to her name tag. "Khadijah James. What a pretty name."
She laughed softly at Hudson's oh-so-drunk state. "Thank you. You can call me Dijah. What can I get you, fellas?"
Hobbs threw his hands up high above his head, and then spread them out as wide as they could go, making Dijah laugh again. "Therian-sized everything?"