"Seven bars," Joel says after he's taken a bite of his own sandwich, roast chicken and fresh vegetables and some kind of sauce he thinks tastes just a little bit like Thai chili. "Seven bars and seven shots. I'm beginning to think there's no chance in the world of us not being disruptive by the end of that. He really does want to be respectful of their guide, especially since he knows both he and Spencer are actually interested in the tour and aren't just going as an excuse to get drunk in the middle of the day. But he also has a feeling the two of them are going to be doing a fair amount of laughing and shushing each other once they reach a certain point in the tour and he can only hope they hold it together long enough so as not to annoy their guide.
It isn't a lot of time to eat, but the sandwich Joel has ordered is delicious and he has no problem finishing it and leaving a generous tip for the bartender as he pays. Once he turns away from the bar to survey the rest of the group, he reaches over to find Spencer's hand, threading their fingers together and squeezing lightly. It isn't just being here or this city, he's always happy to be with Spencer, but there is something special, something out of the ordinary about this place. It's the first time Joel has comfortably left Siren Cove in nearly twelve years, and while he supposes the cruise counts, while he definitely has some incredible memories of that trip, it hasn't quite been a vacation they'd planned on their own.
Aoife had offered the use of her apartment, but besides that, this is entirely something they've done on their own. This isn't being offered to them as some kind of ploy, there's not going to be an explosion, there won't be an island or any terrible monsters coming after them. They're going to have fun and then they're going to go home, happier for their trip, closer still than they've ever been. It's just one more thing about being married to Spencer that surprises Joel all the time. How easy it is to fall more in love, to grow closer to his husband, to learn something new about him. Spencer knows him better than anyone ever has before, but he loves so much that they still have the ability to surprise each other.
"Alright," their guide calls, "I'm going to ask everyone to come sign in. I promise not to make anyone wear name tags, but given that I suspect you'll all be drinking all afternoon, you probably wouldn't be able to read them in about an hour anyway."
Joel laughs, then looks over at Spencer as he slides off his stool, still holding his hand. "He's right in our case at the very least," he says, but he's not feeling the slightest bit apologetic about it. They deserve a little fun and a little happiness.
"Hey," Casey says as they approach the table where he's asked everyone to sign in. "Don't tell me where you're from, I've got four out of six right so far and I'm going for a new record this time." He pauses, looking at Spencer, then at Joel, then says, "Canada. East coast."
"Does it count as getting it right if I'm from there originally?" Joel asks, looking between his husband and their guide.
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It isn't a lot of time to eat, but the sandwich Joel has ordered is delicious and he has no problem finishing it and leaving a generous tip for the bartender as he pays. Once he turns away from the bar to survey the rest of the group, he reaches over to find Spencer's hand, threading their fingers together and squeezing lightly. It isn't just being here or this city, he's always happy to be with Spencer, but there is something special, something out of the ordinary about this place. It's the first time Joel has comfortably left Siren Cove in nearly twelve years, and while he supposes the cruise counts, while he definitely has some incredible memories of that trip, it hasn't quite been a vacation they'd planned on their own.
Aoife had offered the use of her apartment, but besides that, this is entirely something they've done on their own. This isn't being offered to them as some kind of ploy, there's not going to be an explosion, there won't be an island or any terrible monsters coming after them. They're going to have fun and then they're going to go home, happier for their trip, closer still than they've ever been. It's just one more thing about being married to Spencer that surprises Joel all the time. How easy it is to fall more in love, to grow closer to his husband, to learn something new about him. Spencer knows him better than anyone ever has before, but he loves so much that they still have the ability to surprise each other.
"Alright," their guide calls, "I'm going to ask everyone to come sign in. I promise not to make anyone wear name tags, but given that I suspect you'll all be drinking all afternoon, you probably wouldn't be able to read them in about an hour anyway."
Joel laughs, then looks over at Spencer as he slides off his stool, still holding his hand. "He's right in our case at the very least," he says, but he's not feeling the slightest bit apologetic about it. They deserve a little fun and a little happiness.
"Hey," Casey says as they approach the table where he's asked everyone to sign in. "Don't tell me where you're from, I've got four out of six right so far and I'm going for a new record this time." He pauses, looking at Spencer, then at Joel, then says, "Canada. East coast."
"Does it count as getting it right if I'm from there originally?" Joel asks, looking between his husband and their guide.