Joel asks that--what number?--and for a moment, Spencer can't even bring himself to answer because it's all he can do just to gaze at his husband with an expression that he sure reads as nothing but purely loving. His husband is awfully adorable when he's had a few drinks in him, not that he isn't adorable all the time, but Spencer always finds it rather amusing when Joel has enough to tip him over the edge of a good buzz. As for himself, he's definitely going to be bordering on seeing double by the time they get to the next bar, but Spencer thinks he's managing to keep that fact respectably well-hidden. Or maybe his cheeks are flaming red and giving him away entirely, which is certainly possible because this bar does seem awfully hot.
"Number four, my love," Spencer finally answers, reaching out to take one of Joel's hands in his and rolling his eyes fondly before shifting his gaze to Landon. Admittedly, it takes him longer than he would have liked to settle on the other man's face, and Spencer has to squint at his target just to make sure he's the right one, as if another person could have come to take his place in the span of a millisecond and alright, perhaps it is fairly obvious that he's approaching drunk.
"That means there's three left," Landon says, rubbing at the back of his neck as he shakes his head, looking a bit intimidated by the prospect of it, and Spencer can't say that he doesn't relate. Granted, none of them are required to drink if they no longer wish to but then again, that would be defeating the entire purpose of the tour--and the goal he and Joel have set for themselves, even if neither of them would be particularly upset if they can't complete it, particularly if it means they'll just have ended up falling into bed with each other back at the apartment.
"Three left," Spencer confirms with a nod, taking a deep breath before swallowing the shot, and it goes down far more smoothly than it probably should have. "I barely even feel the burn anymore, that's... good?" He narrows his eyes, nodding to himself. "Yes, it's good." He looks back up at Landon. "Where's your wife?"
"Oh, Shell's around here terrorizing someone," Landon answers, casually waving a hand in some direction or another with a wide smile.
He uses that word, says that Shelly is terrorizing people, but Spencer can hear the affection in his tone and more than that, he can see it in his eyes. It's the same way that he speaks of Joel, he's very well aware of this, and he's never tried to hide it because there's no sense in that. There's nothing he's prouder of when it comes to the things he's done in life than marrying Joel, than being deemed worthy of this man's love and a promise of forever, and he gets the sense that Landon feels the same way about his life. Spencer's pleased for them because he hasn't met very many other couples who seem to share what he and Joel do, and he doesn't think that any two couples are alike--frankly, he doesn't think anyone could love each other more than he and Joel do but then again, he's pretty majorly biased--but so many of the friends they have in Siren Cove still seem to be searching for that something special. It isn't in the cards for everyone, some people don't even want it, and he has no judgment for any of that; he just knows that he'd gotten lucky. He'd gotten Joel.
"She's very spirited," Spencer says, and he doesn't know why he says it, Landon obviously knows what his wife is like, but anyway, it's already been said so he can hardly take it back.
"That's definitely a word for what she is," Landon answers with a laugh. He gestures then toward Spencer's face, toward what Spencer assumes are the bruises. "She wanted me to casually ask where you got mugged so we can avoid it, but I mean, is there really a casual way to ask something like that? I keep telling her there's nothing to worry about, but she gets stuck on something, she doesn't let go."
Spencer brushes his fingers over the bruise against his cheek, and it doesn't hurt much anymore unless he pushes hard on it but even when he does, he barely feels it. He has the alcohol to thank for that, he supposes. "It didn't happen here," he admits, "so you can tell her you were right. Nothing to worry about." Landon looks slightly apologetic about bringing it up at all, but Spencer tries to brush away anything Landon feels that might resemble guilt with a smile, a genuine smile because what had happened to him can't be undone, but he's healing.
Here in New York with his gorgeous, drunk husband, he's healing.
"Round up your tabs, everyone," Casey calls out behind them, "we're going to be gearing up to the next one soon. At this point, I would recommend checklisting your phones, wallets, keys, and most importantly, your inhibitions. Wouldn't want you to leave any of those behind."
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"Number four, my love," Spencer finally answers, reaching out to take one of Joel's hands in his and rolling his eyes fondly before shifting his gaze to Landon. Admittedly, it takes him longer than he would have liked to settle on the other man's face, and Spencer has to squint at his target just to make sure he's the right one, as if another person could have come to take his place in the span of a millisecond and alright, perhaps it is fairly obvious that he's approaching drunk.
"That means there's three left," Landon says, rubbing at the back of his neck as he shakes his head, looking a bit intimidated by the prospect of it, and Spencer can't say that he doesn't relate. Granted, none of them are required to drink if they no longer wish to but then again, that would be defeating the entire purpose of the tour--and the goal he and Joel have set for themselves, even if neither of them would be particularly upset if they can't complete it, particularly if it means they'll just have ended up falling into bed with each other back at the apartment.
"Three left," Spencer confirms with a nod, taking a deep breath before swallowing the shot, and it goes down far more smoothly than it probably should have. "I barely even feel the burn anymore, that's... good?" He narrows his eyes, nodding to himself. "Yes, it's good." He looks back up at Landon. "Where's your wife?"
"Oh, Shell's around here terrorizing someone," Landon answers, casually waving a hand in some direction or another with a wide smile.
He uses that word, says that Shelly is terrorizing people, but Spencer can hear the affection in his tone and more than that, he can see it in his eyes. It's the same way that he speaks of Joel, he's very well aware of this, and he's never tried to hide it because there's no sense in that. There's nothing he's prouder of when it comes to the things he's done in life than marrying Joel, than being deemed worthy of this man's love and a promise of forever, and he gets the sense that Landon feels the same way about his life. Spencer's pleased for them because he hasn't met very many other couples who seem to share what he and Joel do, and he doesn't think that any two couples are alike--frankly, he doesn't think anyone could love each other more than he and Joel do but then again, he's pretty majorly biased--but so many of the friends they have in Siren Cove still seem to be searching for that something special. It isn't in the cards for everyone, some people don't even want it, and he has no judgment for any of that; he just knows that he'd gotten lucky. He'd gotten Joel.
"She's very spirited," Spencer says, and he doesn't know why he says it, Landon obviously knows what his wife is like, but anyway, it's already been said so he can hardly take it back.
"That's definitely a word for what she is," Landon answers with a laugh. He gestures then toward Spencer's face, toward what Spencer assumes are the bruises. "She wanted me to casually ask where you got mugged so we can avoid it, but I mean, is there really a casual way to ask something like that? I keep telling her there's nothing to worry about, but she gets stuck on something, she doesn't let go."
Spencer brushes his fingers over the bruise against his cheek, and it doesn't hurt much anymore unless he pushes hard on it but even when he does, he barely feels it. He has the alcohol to thank for that, he supposes. "It didn't happen here," he admits, "so you can tell her you were right. Nothing to worry about." Landon looks slightly apologetic about bringing it up at all, but Spencer tries to brush away anything Landon feels that might resemble guilt with a smile, a genuine smile because what had happened to him can't be undone, but he's healing.
Here in New York with his gorgeous, drunk husband, he's healing.
"Round up your tabs, everyone," Casey calls out behind them, "we're going to be gearing up to the next one soon. At this point, I would recommend checklisting your phones, wallets, keys, and most importantly, your inhibitions. Wouldn't want you to leave any of those behind."