They're walking, Joel is aware of fact that they're walking, but he's so distracted by Spencer that he doesn't actually think he's in control of what his body is doing at the moment. It's walking because it has to, because Spencer is walking and Joel is absolutely certain his body would do whatever Spencer asked of it. It would follow him anywhere without Joel even having to tell it to move and he grins when Spencer bites at his shoulder and wonders how the hell he's supposed to survive two more bars. The group around them is obviously quite drunk as well, people are laughing and talking, their voices loud, ringing off the buildings as they pass and it takes Joel by surprise to suddenly remember they're in New York City. For Spencer, he'd been able to do one more thing that had always been so frightening to him before and he's having the time of his life. So much of that is just due to being here with Spencer, he knows he would have fun with his husband no matter where they went, but he's proud of himself still. To have done something that used to cause such anxiety makes him feel incredibly good. As good as the alcohol. Not quite as good as Spencer can make him feel.
"Two more shots is more than enough to make that happen," Joel answers a second later, turning his attention back to Spencer and giving him a bright, mischievous smile. "I don't need any shots for that. I don't need anything but you for that." The shots are making him feel a little lighter, they're making him giggly in a way he usually isn't, but even without alcohol, he's always been happier around Spencer. It's easier around Spencer to remember all the reasons he really has to be happy and while he doubts anyone would call him much of an optimist, he thinks his outlook on life has improved significantly since meeting Spencer. When he thinks about the future now, he is optimistic. He truly believes they have everything to look forward to.
Including the rest of the evening, which he's going to make sure Spencer never forgets, and as they enter the second to last bar, he tries to think of anything to say, anything at all that will communicate even a fraction of what he feels and what he has planned for the rest of the evening, but all he manages to do is grin helplessly over at Spencer. This bar is louder than the others they've been to now that it's later in the evening, more people crowded inside, laughing and talking. It's not an atmosphere Joel would normally feel comfortable in, but tonight everything feels easier than it usually does. It's at least partly due to the fact that he's drunk, but he doesn't care what the reason is.
It takes a little longer to get their drinks due to the fact that it's busier here, but once they have them, Joel guides Spencer toward a part of the bar where fewer people seem to have gathered so they can at least take their shots in relative peace. They've been making little toasts with each one, but when Joel casts his mind back, he finds he can't quite remember the last few and while he doesn't want to repeat himself, he's also hopeful Spencer isn't going to remember everything he's said tonight either. He's still grinning, he feels like he hasn't stopped in hours and it isn't usual for him, but he also kind of likes it. Maybe it's just New York, he thinks. Maybe it's Spencer and whiskey and New York all combining to make him this way.
"To this absolutely not being the last time we're in this city," he says, lifting his glass and giving it a gentle tap against Spencer's. "Because I love it here. I love being here with you." He'll go anywhere with Spencer, he'll be happy anywhere with Spencer, they both know that by now. It isn't a surprise to realize he could truly settle anywhere, so long as Spencer was with him, but he hadn't expected this city to have such a hold on him. He's glad it does, it's reminded him that he's not limited to just Siren Cove. They really can go anywhere if that's what they want in the long run and it fills him with a kind of hope he hasn't known in a long time. It's different from the sort of hope Spencer has given him -- though he's given him this, too, in a big way -- and he's going to care for it. Make sure it doesn't flicker or fade.
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"Two more shots is more than enough to make that happen," Joel answers a second later, turning his attention back to Spencer and giving him a bright, mischievous smile. "I don't need any shots for that. I don't need anything but you for that." The shots are making him feel a little lighter, they're making him giggly in a way he usually isn't, but even without alcohol, he's always been happier around Spencer. It's easier around Spencer to remember all the reasons he really has to be happy and while he doubts anyone would call him much of an optimist, he thinks his outlook on life has improved significantly since meeting Spencer. When he thinks about the future now, he is optimistic. He truly believes they have everything to look forward to.
Including the rest of the evening, which he's going to make sure Spencer never forgets, and as they enter the second to last bar, he tries to think of anything to say, anything at all that will communicate even a fraction of what he feels and what he has planned for the rest of the evening, but all he manages to do is grin helplessly over at Spencer. This bar is louder than the others they've been to now that it's later in the evening, more people crowded inside, laughing and talking. It's not an atmosphere Joel would normally feel comfortable in, but tonight everything feels easier than it usually does. It's at least partly due to the fact that he's drunk, but he doesn't care what the reason is.
It takes a little longer to get their drinks due to the fact that it's busier here, but once they have them, Joel guides Spencer toward a part of the bar where fewer people seem to have gathered so they can at least take their shots in relative peace. They've been making little toasts with each one, but when Joel casts his mind back, he finds he can't quite remember the last few and while he doesn't want to repeat himself, he's also hopeful Spencer isn't going to remember everything he's said tonight either. He's still grinning, he feels like he hasn't stopped in hours and it isn't usual for him, but he also kind of likes it. Maybe it's just New York, he thinks. Maybe it's Spencer and whiskey and New York all combining to make him this way.
"To this absolutely not being the last time we're in this city," he says, lifting his glass and giving it a gentle tap against Spencer's. "Because I love it here. I love being here with you." He'll go anywhere with Spencer, he'll be happy anywhere with Spencer, they both know that by now. It isn't a surprise to realize he could truly settle anywhere, so long as Spencer was with him, but he hadn't expected this city to have such a hold on him. He's glad it does, it's reminded him that he's not limited to just Siren Cove. They really can go anywhere if that's what they want in the long run and it fills him with a kind of hope he hasn't known in a long time. It's different from the sort of hope Spencer has given him -- though he's given him this, too, in a big way -- and he's going to care for it. Make sure it doesn't flicker or fade.