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Kyle shook his head vigorously and had to clap a hand to the top of the bar when the room went spinning. Next to him, Guy broke out in guffawing laughter, slopping beer out of his glass to pool on the glossy surface. He regarded it with deep mournfulness before lighting up with an almost visible epiphany. He carefully leaned over, stuck his lips into the puddle, and slurped.
It kind of hurt when Kyle slapped himself in the face. It did hurt when Vath poke him hard in the shoulder. "What?" Kyle gestured to the Lantern watching the bar and indicated another shot.
"'Suck and Blow'," Vath enunciated carefully. He was listing only slightly to one side, even though he'd been through twice as many shots. Damned alien metabolism. "You said it was something you do when you're drunk, but that it wasn't like a blow job. But Guy says you do blow jobs when you're drunk."
Kyle snapped up straight. He over balanced and would have fallen over backwards, except he kind of rebounded off of Guy's shoulder. He used one hand on the bar to turn himself on the stool and scowled at Guy. "I do not do blow jobs when I'm drunk." Sober, yes. Drunk, no. You only puked on one boyfriend before you learned that lesson.
Half-slumped on the bar, Guy rolled onto one shoulder and squinted up at him. "...what?"
"Not you." Vath grabbed Kyle's shoulder and rotated him back around. "Humans."
"Oh." The bartender deposited a faintly lavender colored shot in front of Kyle, so he picked it up and knocked it back and blinked rapidly when his eyes started watering. "What were we talking about?"
"'Suck and Blow'," Vath repeated patiently. "You said all this party was missing was a game of Suck and Blow, and I asked if that was like a blow job."
"Oh!" Kyle started nodding and realized after a minute he was having trouble stopping. Vath reached out and poked him in the forehead. That did it. "No, not like at all. Except for the blowing." Kyle frowned. "Actually, there's not much blowing in a blow job. Plenty of sucking, though."
"Kyle."
Kyle tilted his head. "You know you get more focused when you're drunk?"
Vath signaled for a drink, pointing to Kyle. When it arrived he put his palm on top of it. "Answer the question, or I'm not giving you this shot."
"But it's my bar." Kyle could feel his bottom lip sticking out. That was bad, so he bit it. "Ow."
"Our bar," Guy said from behind him, voice muffled.
"I have the alcohol. Explain."
Kyle sighed heavily. "It's a game. You put a card against your lips and suck on it to keep it there. Then you have to pass it to someone by blowing on it while they're sucking on it. Now gimme."
Vath slid the drink across the bar to Kyle, frowning. "That doesn't make any sense."
"No, it totally works! It's air pressure." Kyle tried to demonstrate with his hand, but the blank expression didn't leave Vath's face. "Here, just a sec--" Kyle turned and poked Guy, now face down in the remains of his beer puddle. "Guy. Wake up. Play Suck and Blow with me."
Guy levered himself up off the bar and peered at Kyle. "Okay."
Kyle made a playing card with his ring and placed it against pursed lips, inhaling to hold it in place. He leaned towards Guy, who pressed his lips to the other side of the card. After a moment Kyle carefully switched to blowing, but instead of sticking to Guy's lips, the construct fluttered away.
Guy had very nice lips.
His tongue was pretty good, too.
"I'm pretty sure that's just kissing," Vath muttered.
Kyle waved a hand in his general direction and practiced sucking a little more.
They'd get to the blowing later.
~End~