"I'm going to have to remember to plan for nights like this at the bar. Make sure I'm not on the schedule." He was laughing and teasing, of course. He knew that if Vegas owned the bar then he wasn't going to get mad if Pete was too fucked out to make a shift. After all, he would be the one responsible for what happened.

Letting the cloth slide off his shoulders, he found just enough energy in his shaky legs to stand for a moment. Just so he could cup the man's face and give him a lingering kiss.

"Thanks."