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Two pups inna bar, both alike in dignity, in fair Milliways where we lay our scene.

One rather mystified Capulet sitting at the bar trying to figure out what exactly one does with a milkshake.

One rather mystified Castle sitting a few barstools down trying to figure out whether The Swimming-Pool Library really counts as porn or not.

Have at either or both.

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He looks down at Lee.

"Do you have a preference? Gorlim could happily spear your ear while I slip the ring through. He seemed to take immense pleasure in doing so to mine, after all," he teases lightly.

He eyes Namo's ears with a slightly raised eyebrow. He has wondered about this on occasion. "Wouldn't that have hurt like hell, though? Since your ears are so sensitive?" He reaches out a hand as if to stroke one, but draws it back.

"Whichever of you feels like spearing me can do it," he says, with a hint of a smirk.

He dips the needle into the antiseptic before handing it to Gorlim.

"I spear you often enough, I think," he teases. "As for my ears? No, it did not hurt. Quite the opposite." His eyes move toward Gorlim's in a shared memory.

Gorlim GRINS. "He enjoyed it," he tells Lee. "QUITE intensely."

He pinches Lee's ear, meets Namo's eyes as a cue to ready the earring, and without warning, puts the needle through.

Poor Lee has no time to reach before fingers cool from the antiseptic on the ring touch the pierced ear, threading the ring through and clasping it quickly. Them a damp cotton ball is pressed to it.

Before anyone could really notice, the deed it done.

"Ours," he whispers to Lee before bending to kiss him.

He doesn't notice the stinging of his ear, distracted as he is by the kiss.

He knows they're in the bar, and that perhaps it would have been better if they'd gone upstairs first, but that look between Namo and Gorlim...it's really left him no choice. He reaches up to toy with the ring through Namo's ear, pulling away from the kiss.

The Vala gasps and trembles on the table, instantly aroused.

"He is evil, titta aiwë," he pants quietly. "Pure evil."

Gorlim laughs.

"Do that again, brother, and we'll see what happens."

His hands dart forward and grab Namo's wrists, holding tightly.

He likes this game.

"The mithril suits you," he adds, and noses Lee's jaw.

"You cannot mean for him to do that," Námo hisses with a laugh. "It does not take much!"

He kisses Gorlim's cheek and--reluctantly--lowers his hand.

"If I'm going to get thrown in the cells for anything, I'd rather it not be for public indecency," he explains, still amused. His eyes flick back to Namo, heatedly, for just a second, and he examines the ring in Gorlim's ear, which is rather safer to do.

He relaxes some in Gorlim's grip.

"I cannot tell you how often Gorlim plays this game. It can be... an sore endeavour."

"Oh, but it is SUCH fun!"

He laughs at the touch to his own ear, and wiggles it cleverly.

Talented, isn't he?

"Would you like me to -- leave you two to it?" he asks cautiously.

Námo looks at Gorlim quizzically.

"'To it'?" he asks, confused.

"I presume," he says hesitantly, "you'll both want to lug each other upstairs."

It hadn't worked really the one time they'd tried including him.

Lee hadn't been planning to go upstairs at all until quite recently. He glances at Gorlim, looking pained.

"Gorlim--you have got to stop doing that."

Námo returns his hands to his lap, looking down at the tabletop in a wash of shame.

Gorlim... facepalms.

"Damn. I'm sorry. Christ, will one of you just slap me when I start that crap?"

"I just might," says Lee flatly, getting severely annoyed.

Námo swallows and moves from the tabletop to sit in the booth seat opposite them.

"The ring looks nice," he offers Lee weakly, though he does think the man wears it well.

Gorlim continues facepalming.

"I'm waiting," he says. "I'm sorry, you two. I don't know why I said that. Shite. Really. Namo, if you move, I'll kick your ass. I mean it."

He attempts to send through the bond to both of them a mental picture of himself with donkey ears.

Pink ones.

Lee is not amused.

"Gorlim, if you want to fix things, you can start by not talking." He holds Gorlim's gaze with narrowed eyes for a long moment.

"Shall we try this again?" He turns to Namo. "Thank you. I'll have to find a mirror and see how it looks." Back to Gorlim. "And thank you. You're good at that."

He winces.

This was definitely going to be memorable.

But he remains in his seat across from them.

"I am sorry I did not think to ask Bar for a mirror," he murmurs. Eru, he hated the feeling he had now.

"Um. How about this. I'll go get one and you two can work out between you which one gets to kick my ass, okay?"

He kisses Lee's cheek apologetically and runs to fetch a mirror from the bar.

They both hear it. Rather like a sheep bleating. He's very apologetic.

Námo raises haunted eyes to Lee.

"I am sorry," he mumbles, but... he isn't quite sure about what. "I--I am sorry this was not as pleasant as I had hoped it would be."

He rubs his eyes. They have got to find a way to break Gorlim of this. They just have to.

He reaches across the table to take Namo's hand and hold it tightly.

"It isn't your fault. I--must have said something to set him off; I don't know what. Don't look like that...please..."