[No, he doesn't think that Chuuya will ever listen to him properly - or, if he would, Dazai could enjoy it for a while, but Chuuya might not. Then again, it might make for an interesting change of pace for the both of them! For some reason, it feels like they have a lot more options now than they did just a few days ago, and while that probably makes no logical sense... it's not a bad feeling.
Dazai is, for all intents and purposes, not nearly as wealthy as Chuuya (if you ignore all the secret bank accounts he no doubt has, anyway!), but he has made sure to bring some cash. And also Chuuya's credit card, because it seems like a shame not to turn that into a running gag at this point.]
[He definitely won't always listen outside of fucking, or situations like this... And even then, it's far from given. But on the other hand, maybe being a little obedient isn't the worst thing, if it means Dazai will give him attention like this. True, if he always made it easy, then Dazai wouldn't get the chance to win, and few things seem to turn him on as much, but isn't Dazai winning this way, too? They both are.
Chuuya definitely feels like he is.]
You can decide.
[Normally that's a risky move with Dazai, but tonight it's about proving that Chuuya trusts him. And Dazai does know his tastes pretty well.]
[He'll get them seated at the bar, making sure to pull back Chuuya's stool for him and generally being a perfect gentleman, before ordering. He gets a whiskey for himself - a bit boring, but he can let loose with Chuuya's order, so that's fine.
For Chuuya, he orders a cocktail, since the sugar should help the alcohol go down a bit more smoothly, and higher alcohol content isn't really advisable, probably. Better to be able to have a few drinks if they feel like it, than just one and needing to run out because Chuuya is getting rebellious!
Dazai also makes sure to order a cocktail that is pretty, and matches Chuuya's dress. Because why not.]
[It's definitely not what Chuuya would have ordered for himself. But it's also something he knows he'll like, and he appreciates Dazai's eye for the aesthetic of it all. It's kind of funny, really, knowing how much that side of Dazai would surprise most people, since it's not one that comes out too often. Chuuya accepts the drink with a smile, taking a small sip.]
Not bad. Thank you.
[Thanking Dazai is always weird, but it's what he should be doing if he's being treated by a gentleman, isn't it?]
So you're not trying to get me drunk so you can get me in bed?
[Dazai isn't used to being thanked, either (wonder why that is?!), but somehow it feels natural enough that he only smiles in return before briefly turning his attention to the ice in his whiskey. Something about the sight of it has always been both beautiful and a little sad, somehow.
He's just going to chalk that up on his failed attempts, many years ago, to choke himself by swallowing the oversized ice.]
Do I need to get you drunk for that?
[Shhh, it's a rhetorical question. Not that Dazai is ruling out either or both of them getting drunk eventually, really, but it's not his end goal or anything.]
Sometimes less is more. If nothing else, you can enjoy yourself longer that way.
[If he's not just talking about the alcohol but also about at least three other things simultaneously, well... he's still mostly talking about the alcohol.]
[Dazai never did, and he especially doesn't now. Chuuya is looking forward to it. This could almost count as a new form of foreplay for them.
Which means that even Dazai's whiskey shouldn't be stealing his attention away. Chuuya reaches for the glass, but only so he can slide it an inch over, where the light from the bar will reflect off it just right. He pushes on the ice with the tip of a finger, making it spin, before pulling his hand back to lick that finger clean.]
[For a split second as Chuuya takes his glass, Dazai worries that Chuuya will knock it back in order to make some kind of imaginary point. He still doesn't try to stop Chuuya - if nothing else, he knows that that will never work! - but there's the briefest moment of a looooong mental sigh at the idea that he may end up chibi-sitting for the evening. It's fine, really. If that's what Chuuya needs for his little vacation/escape, then Dazai will do it. But it doesn't mean he has to like it!!
Fortunately, however, it seems things won't come to that. Dazai feels kind of silly about the whole thing - but that seems to be his default state, ever since Chuuya "kidnapped" him. Somehow, it's not that bad.]
So full of ill-deserved confidence! [He laughs lightly, genuinely... but he's still going to take his glass back on the sly. Mostly because he simply wants his drink, though.] Let's save the contests for another day?
[No thieving this time. He really doesn't want to get drunk, because he wants to be able to enjoy this, and drunken dancing is a very different type of fun. It's an empty kind of fun, and this is...
Well, it's still new, and it's better not to think too deeply about it. He's just going to let it happen.]
Yeah, I'll let you off this time. [Dazai's laugh catches him off guard, mostly because he likes it.] I'd prefer just letting you keep showing me what you can do.
[It's rare for him to be this honest, especially when he's not drunk.]
[A one-sided contest might not be so bad, really. Dazai considers turning it into that, just out of habit, and because getting blind drunk might be dangerous, but probably not as dangerous as this whole emotional development they're going through.
But no, he'll behave. He does honestly like this too, as oddly fragile as it feels. Or perhaps he just insists on seeing it as fragile, because then he won't be disappointed if things change back.
[Chuuya refuses to think about how fragile this all feels. They might be deluding themselves, and this might all fall apart the second they return to Yokohama, or backfire in a way that's worse even, but... He can worry about that then. For now, they both want this, and he wants to keep flirting.]
That, too. That first.
[Well, they're drinking first. And Chuuya isn't rushing his drink. He knows how much of a lightweight he is, and the last thing he wants is to ruin this evening because he got impatient, the way he normally does.
But there are a few people around them wondering if the pause in dancing means they might have a chance. He notices someone looking at Dazai - probably wanting to dance with him, and who can blame them - so he subtly leans a little closer, and then crosses one leg over the other, so one leg falls free from the slit in his dress, his foot bumping lightly against Dazai.]
[Because he definitely doesn't know exactly what you're talking about!
And there goes Chuuya's dress... Far be it from Dazai to behave equally sluttily, of course, but it would be a shame not to take advantage, wouldn't it? So he'll reach over under the pretense of fixing Chuuya's dress to fall over his leg a little more modestly... and use that movement to brush the back of his fingers over Chuuya's thighs, ever so slowly. Look at him being a gentleman, and everything!
There might be some satisfaction in making people back off in more violent ways than just being gross and somewhat clingy, but violence is a standard for them, and Dazai is kind of enjoying how not-standard this is. Not that he's going to stop Chuuya from beating up anyone who approaches either Dazai or Chuuya himself. Watching Chuuya fighting in a dress might be worth cutting their dance time short.
[It definitely is a nice change from a violent standard. Chuuya likes that he's free to make these clear signals to everyone else, that they're here together, that neither of them will be dancing with other people. He doesn't need to be violent if he trusts Dazai. And Dazai is sending clear signals to Chuuya.
And those fingers against his thigh are making him shiver every so slightly.]
To a lovely evening.
[He raises his glass in a toast. No one is approaching them, and no one seems to be thinking about it any more.]
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Promises, promises~!
[No, he doesn't think that Chuuya will ever listen to him properly - or, if he would, Dazai could enjoy it for a while, but Chuuya might not. Then again, it might make for an interesting change of pace for the both of them! For some reason, it feels like they have a lot more options now than they did just a few days ago, and while that probably makes no logical sense... it's not a bad feeling.
Dazai is, for all intents and purposes, not nearly as wealthy as Chuuya (if you ignore all the secret bank accounts he no doubt has, anyway!), but he has made sure to bring some cash. And also Chuuya's credit card, because it seems like a shame not to turn that into a running gag at this point.]
Wine? Or are you feeling more adventurous?
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Chuuya definitely feels like he is.]
You can decide.
[Normally that's a risky move with Dazai, but tonight it's about proving that Chuuya trusts him. And Dazai does know his tastes pretty well.]
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[He'll get them seated at the bar, making sure to pull back Chuuya's stool for him and generally being a perfect gentleman, before ordering. He gets a whiskey for himself - a bit boring, but he can let loose with Chuuya's order, so that's fine.
For Chuuya, he orders a cocktail, since the sugar should help the alcohol go down a bit more smoothly, and higher alcohol content isn't really advisable, probably. Better to be able to have a few drinks if they feel like it, than just one and needing to run out because Chuuya is getting rebellious!
Dazai also makes sure to order a cocktail that is pretty, and matches Chuuya's dress. Because why not.]
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Not bad. Thank you.
[Thanking Dazai is always weird, but it's what he should be doing if he's being treated by a gentleman, isn't it?]
So you're not trying to get me drunk so you can get me in bed?
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He's just going to chalk that up on his failed attempts, many years ago, to choke himself by swallowing the oversized ice.]
Do I need to get you drunk for that?
[Shhh, it's a rhetorical question. Not that Dazai is ruling out either or both of them getting drunk eventually, really, but it's not his end goal or anything.]
Sometimes less is more. If nothing else, you can enjoy yourself longer that way.
[If he's not just talking about the alcohol but also about at least three other things simultaneously, well... he's still mostly talking about the alcohol.]
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You know you don't.
[Dazai never did, and he especially doesn't now. Chuuya is looking forward to it. This could almost count as a new form of foreplay for them.
Which means that even Dazai's whiskey shouldn't be stealing his attention away. Chuuya reaches for the glass, but only so he can slide it an inch over, where the light from the bar will reflect off it just right. He pushes on the ice with the tip of a finger, making it spin, before pulling his hand back to lick that finger clean.]
I'll last longer here than you will.
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Fortunately, however, it seems things won't come to that. Dazai feels kind of silly about the whole thing - but that seems to be his default state, ever since Chuuya "kidnapped" him. Somehow, it's not that bad.]
So full of ill-deserved confidence! [He laughs lightly, genuinely... but he's still going to take his glass back on the sly. Mostly because he simply wants his drink, though.] Let's save the contests for another day?
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Well, it's still new, and it's better not to think too deeply about it. He's just going to let it happen.]
Yeah, I'll let you off this time. [Dazai's laugh catches him off guard, mostly because he likes it.] I'd prefer just letting you keep showing me what you can do.
[It's rare for him to be this honest, especially when he's not drunk.]
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But no, he'll behave. He does honestly like this too, as oddly fragile as it feels. Or perhaps he just insists on seeing it as fragile, because then he won't be disappointed if things change back.
Showing Chuuya what he can do, it is!]
On the dancefloor? Or...?
[Wink wink, nudge nudge~!]
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That, too. That first.
[Well, they're drinking first. And Chuuya isn't rushing his drink. He knows how much of a lightweight he is, and the last thing he wants is to ruin this evening because he got impatient, the way he normally does.
But there are a few people around them wondering if the pause in dancing means they might have a chance. He notices someone looking at Dazai - probably wanting to dance with him, and who can blame them - so he subtly leans a little closer, and then crosses one leg over the other, so one leg falls free from the slit in his dress, his foot bumping lightly against Dazai.]
Or any other way you want to impress me.
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[Because he definitely doesn't know exactly what you're talking about!
And there goes Chuuya's dress... Far be it from Dazai to behave equally sluttily, of course, but it would be a shame not to take advantage, wouldn't it? So he'll reach over under the pretense of fixing Chuuya's dress to fall over his leg a little more modestly... and use that movement to brush the back of his fingers over Chuuya's thighs, ever so slowly. Look at him being a gentleman, and everything!
There might be some satisfaction in making people back off in more violent ways than just being gross and somewhat clingy, but violence is a standard for them, and Dazai is kind of enjoying how not-standard this is. Not that he's going to stop Chuuya from beating up anyone who approaches either Dazai or Chuuya himself. Watching Chuuya fighting in a dress might be worth cutting their dance time short.
But for now, the booze.]
To a lovely evening!
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And those fingers against his thigh are making him shiver every so slightly.]
To a lovely evening.
[He raises his glass in a toast. No one is approaching them, and no one seems to be thinking about it any more.]
And to letting you lead.