Galvin held his composure, continuing to chew his food before speaking. Even then there was a long considerable silence from him. He closed his eyes taking a deep breath and set his utensils down. If Ambrosia wanted to treat this like a deal once more he was fine with it. “It would depend on how much love you want and what that details.” He said happy to have his drink to wash away the bad taste in his mouth.

he felt relieved that he was not turned down right away though he did not let the other see. "what you pretended to have for me in france. i wish for that and i wish to buy a day of it"

It was not pretending, and each time the other said so felt like a blow to the chest and his heart was being twisted and clawed out. He said nothing as he considered the others offer. He had trained his face not to give away his thoughts. "Which day did you have in mind?"

his first response was immediately and his second was tomorrow but they had still not negotiated the price of this farce and he knew better than to let his cards show. "your next day off, what if your price?"

"When ever I schedule myself off. As it stands Next Saturday is free." He folded his hands in a bridge in front of him and let his lips kiss his fingers. He was not naive enough to ask for the other to reverse his spell. Twisting his head he thought hard and a small smile crept its way on to his lips. Another day like France..."The first one is on the house, though the second one... if you wish will require you to cook me dinner."

he did not like the sound of it. the only time something was offered for free was before a hike in price and the second did not qualify as anything of the sort. he nodded. "saturday then, where shall i pick you up?

He shrugged. "My apartment is fine, just give me a call before you do so." He forked another piece of meat wanting to offer it to the man. "Am I planning this day?"

he did not accept the proffered bite. "no, i wish to pick how the evening is spent. i do not have the freedom to do what i want whenever i please any longer so i will not waste what i get"

"If you need me to schedule another day off I will, though... I had hoped you would come by the club as usual on Sunday." he took the bite for himself.

unbraiding his hands he took another sip of his drink, "of course, i have not seen the lace yet so it will be good to see how well it was managed but you do not need to take another day off, saturday is fine"

Galvin could not help but smile. "No I have boned up on labor laws. I owe myself another day off. I will just sleep through it if I can not spend it with you."

he could not help but smirk at the joke, "you are a manager now, you can't give yourself days off, only raises and overtime."

"I'd have to ask my boss if I can get a raise." The waitress seemed to have perfect timing as she came by dropping another bottle of wine and two plates of cannelloni's for desert. Galvin drank deeply from the burgundy liquid before plucking the pastry off its plate. He absentmindedly sucked down the cream before biting into the dough and licking his lips.

if he did not know better he would have thought that pyce was trying to get him with innuendo but he refused to even consider it. when the desserts arrived he shoved his own at the sloppily eating man across from him. he had not forgotten how erotically pyce made messes and the thought of kissing away the cream was too much for him to even consider trying to eat his own. he drained the glass and filled it again, "if you work hard and make me a profit i think a raise can be managed"

Some how Galvin found a napkin. "That should not be a problem, though a new barkeep needs to be found and I am not sure what person would qualify. The old one kept watering down drinks after I told him to stop." his eyes fell on the second desert and he pushed it back towards the other. "Are you sure?"

grimacing he did not take it back. "i am sure, you need one that does not drink first and foremost, few things are messier than a lush bartender"

This time while the other was talking, he broke off a piece of the pastry and instead of letting the other refuse he pushed it into his mouth waiting for the other to clamp down before quickly removing his fingers. "Do I ask them in an interview if they drink... how do I even get applicants?"

angrily he spat out the pastry. "do not do that again galvin pyce or you will lose your fingers"

He grinned assuming it was a joke but soon felt other wise. The tips of his mouth flatten and he took back his hand cleaning it with a napkin. Galvin pushed the rest of the desert aside. He continued rubbing his skin with the sullied white fabric, unsure of what to do with himself.

he watched the charade fall and the real pyce showed his colors. from the corner of his eye he could see their waitress looking worriedly at them and looking over he twitched his head to let her know it was time for the bill. finding the bottle he pushed it towards pyce. "a memento of a meeting cut short," he did not look at the woman and simply signed his name, "i will be there an hour before midnight to see how things are going and to discuss with you the issue of a new bartender." saying no more he stood and left pyce to find his own way home

Galvin nodded and freed himself of his chair with his bottle in hand. He had no more desire for grace and luxuries and simply took a deep swig from the bottle like a common man. He did not realize that his steps had fallen in pace behind the others on his route home.

he did not realize pyce intended to ride home with him until he stopped to wait for the maybach and instead of continuing on the other stopped as well. stiffly he turned and seeing the other take a swig snatched the bottle from his hand. "if you are trying to get a ride it will cost you this." tipping it he took a drink

Galvin did not say anything. The warm liquid had dulled his senses. He felt the bottle being removed from his hand and listlessly moved to his spot in the back seat of the maybach.

he was given no reply and when the car pulled up pyce did little more than crawl in. he felt disgusted by the man's apathy and corking the bottle threw it in after before getting in himself

Galvin pulled himself up right next to the door on the other side. He still kept his mouth shut. The bottle rolled itself near his feet but he did not touch it, it belonged to Ambrosia now. "Do not take me home, drop me off near the harbor please and I will find my own way back." The night was young and Galvin needed someone, even if it was a candy coated raver.

he did not look at the man and only slouched into the seat. "you will go home and sleep so you have the energy to go to work. this is my car pyce, you will not abuse the privilege"

Galvin found himself growling. "hmph Sleep? I can not sleep alone anymore." Angrily he folded his arms over his chest and glared at the fuzzy street lamps out side. He shook his head trying to calculate how messy a duck and roll out of the car would be. "I will not spend the rest of the night staring at a window." He gave up, pressing his head against the glass. He reworked his plan to escape on his bike once he arrived home.

his first thought was to ask why pyce thought it important to ruin their habit if such a thing was so damn important but knew it would be a fight and he didn't want the man to hop out at the next red light to pop up. shifting lower he finally looked over, "you should not have chosen to ride with me if you had no intention of selling your body or keeping chaste. i will not hand you over to some stranger so they can have what i was denied"

Galvin turned all to quickly but was able to maintain his glare. "Our night ended when you left the restaurant and suggested I get sleep. I paid you for this ride..." He could not believe the audacity of the other. "If you want sex from me Ambrosia Garagin, it will cost you and the price will be steep."

he barked a laugh. "you paid for a ride home, though i assure you my pockets are deeper than your greed. it is your value that is questionable"

Galvin smiled pressing his head close to the others. He could not help but steal a small press of his lips against the mans pale flesh. "I want you to go a week with out your lovers or sex with a stranger. "

he barked a laugh though he did not pull away, "a night of sex with you is not worth giving up everything, ask for something obtainable or ask for nothing at all pyce"

Galvin found himself leaning in for a kiss and this time he did not reserve himself as he did before. It was a quick chase press of his lips against the others. "Fine, then lay with me until I have to go to work tomorrow."

opening his mouth to protest he realized the request was one he wanted and closing his mouth with a snap leaned over the man to retrieve the bottle, uncorking it he took a long gulp and handed it over to pyce

Galvin was confused as the glass pressed against his lips. The leather interior grew more fuzzy by the moment and he didn't understand but happily obliged as the man took another swig for himself and passed the bottle back to him. The third time he ignored it infavor of a sloppy kiss along the pale skin.

he woke to a loud roar in his head and wasn't certain how he made it into a bed though he was still dressed in his clothes from the day before so he knew if nothing else he managed it himself. pulling away from the warm body tangled with his the pain eased to something halfway bearable and managed to stand up before blearily trying to find out where he was so he could take a piss

Galvin wiggled into the spot the warm body abandoned. He grunted trying to recapture his dream but it felt like his head was having construction work done on it. He cursed his dogs need to pee, wishing some days his beast could walk himself.

when he was done he rinsed his mouth in the sink and coming back found pyce looking like shit and trying to get his shoes on. "i thought you went in later"

Galvin's stupefied face turned to study the man. He glanced over at his dog that was happily wagging his tail in his cage and realized where the warm spot came from. "I... thought you were my dog." He said keeping his words concise to prevent his head from hurting more. He fell back onto his mattress, rolling back into his spot.

he did not understand the words but as pyce threw himself back into bed with one shoe on and the other still on the floor he chalked it up the booze and found his way to his own side of the bed