Spencer is squinting at some of the old photographs behind the bar when he notices his husband's shoulders are shaking, and he turns to Joel with a look of confusion and curiosity until he realizes Joel is laughing. What he's laughing about is enough to make Spencer narrow his eyes and smirk as he glances over his shoulder and the people who have flooded in, some of them clearly as enchanted by the place as they are, and he thinks those are the ones who are going to be understanding by the time they hit the fifth bar. There is a couple that's apparently found it preferable to stand off to the side with their arms crossed over their chests, and Spencer has no idea whether they're regulars irritated with having to deal with waiting around until the tour group moves on or whether they're actually a part of the tour themselves. He's not even sure which would be worse, but he does privately hope that the couple will be walking along with them for the next seven bars because in that case, Spencer is quite certain that he will feel even less of a need to hold back.
"I don't know that the last part is a promise I can make," he says, tone solemn, smiling in appreciation when the bartender drops their food off before glancing back at Joel. "After all, you make me want to be disruptive at any given hour of the day, I'm supposed to keep that in check while we're on a public pub tou? You're asking a little much, my love, I really have to say."
The nice thing about both of them is that when it comes to consuming alcohol, neither of them are particularly sloppy drunks. A bit stumbly, perhaps, and they might get a touch louder or laugh a bit harder than usual, but Spencer hardly thinks that can be considered disruptive. Granted, they've never bar-hopped together--Spencer has never bar-hopped at all--so there's really no telling what sort of trouble they'll be getting into this evening.
"I will try," he promises, taking a bite of the burger he'd ordered, and he's rendered speechless for a moment because it's incredible. Bar food isn't typically a favor to the palate but this is exceptional, with avocado and truffle sauce bringing out flavors that Spencer's never really tasted on a burger in Siren Cove before, and he's struck with yet another reason of why he's quickly growing to adore this city.
"Okay," a voice calls from behind them, "everyone here for the Literary Tour, be ready in about five or ten minutes, we're going to sign you in and then we can get you all well on you way to having your first drinks. My name's Casey, if you have any questions, please feel free to direct them to your friendly neighborhood bartender with bonus tip."
There's scattered, appreciative laughter, and Spencer chuckles before returning to his burger. "Seven bars," he says, suddenly in awe of this choice they'd made weeks ago to celebrate their weekend by honoring what's become a bit of a symoblic drink for them, and Spencer can't think of a better way to spend this evening.
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"I don't know that the last part is a promise I can make," he says, tone solemn, smiling in appreciation when the bartender drops their food off before glancing back at Joel. "After all, you make me want to be disruptive at any given hour of the day, I'm supposed to keep that in check while we're on a public pub tou? You're asking a little much, my love, I really have to say."
The nice thing about both of them is that when it comes to consuming alcohol, neither of them are particularly sloppy drunks. A bit stumbly, perhaps, and they might get a touch louder or laugh a bit harder than usual, but Spencer hardly thinks that can be considered disruptive. Granted, they've never bar-hopped together--Spencer has never bar-hopped at all--so there's really no telling what sort of trouble they'll be getting into this evening.
"I will try," he promises, taking a bite of the burger he'd ordered, and he's rendered speechless for a moment because it's incredible. Bar food isn't typically a favor to the palate but this is exceptional, with avocado and truffle sauce bringing out flavors that Spencer's never really tasted on a burger in Siren Cove before, and he's struck with yet another reason of why he's quickly growing to adore this city.
"Okay," a voice calls from behind them, "everyone here for the Literary Tour, be ready in about five or ten minutes, we're going to sign you in and then we can get you all well on you way to having your first drinks. My name's Casey, if you have any questions, please feel free to direct them to your friendly neighborhood bartender with bonus tip."
There's scattered, appreciative laughter, and Spencer chuckles before returning to his burger. "Seven bars," he says, suddenly in awe of this choice they'd made weeks ago to celebrate their weekend by honoring what's become a bit of a symoblic drink for them, and Spencer can't think of a better way to spend this evening.