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Emcee, awake in the wee hours of the night, is feeling a bit bored and frivolous.

So, he sits at the bar with a glass of gin, a mirror, and a catalogue of fashion sunglasses. Each time he comes across a pair that he likes, he asks the Bar for it so he can try them on, even taking selfies with his smartphone to see how he looks in photos with them.

It's an utterly vain way to pass the time. But whatever.

Eventually he collects a small pile of favorites, but can't decide which one to keep.

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Jay comes in from a night run in the forest, testing new armour. The front of one armoured greave marked with carbon scoring. Someone's been playing with the demon bunnies.

He puts his helmet down on the bar and asks for a bottle of water. He drinks most of it in one go, grinning at Emcee. He nods at a particularly sparkly pair. "They suit you."

Emcee looks at Jay with an instant smile and a pair of rhinestone-studded sunglasses on his face. He leans over to kiss him on the cheek, not caring if he's sweaty or smelling all burnt up.

"Not too ostentatious?"

Jay loves the way Emcee doesn't care if he's a bit sweaty. And the way he looks in silly glasses. Jay laughs and kisses Emcee's nose. "Perfectly ostentatious."

"In other words, very me," he chuckles, sliding the glasses off and returning them to the collection he's gathered.

"I'm not sure what look I want-- something different, but not boring..."

He puts on another pair of shades and turns to Jay. "What do you think of these, darling?"

"Like a cool Bond villain." Jay smiles, slicking Emcee's hair back. "Black ski suit at an exclusive villa somewhere in the Alps. A clever trader in expensive things who flirts with the hero just to make him squirm."

Emcee giggles brightly at such a fanciful characterization.

"Bond-? Oh, wait, I know that reference, James Bond, the spy! You think I look like I could take him on?" he laughs, voguing in the mirror.

"Oh, I like this game. Here, what about this pair?"

He switches the villain glasses for pink gold rims and puckers his lips at him.

"You look like the sort of savvy operator he'd have to come to for information." Jay purrs, a hand on Emcee's hip. "And would make him sweat for it."

Jay leans back to get a better view of the overall look. "Playful stranger at a holiday resort. Someone who befriends and tempts unhappily married people away from the pool and into the shade of the cabana bar."

"Mmm, goodness knows I could make you sweat and you wouldn't even have to move a muscle," he murmurs with a grin, sweeping his hand up Jay's arm.

After turning his head this way and that, he agrees with another giggle. "Spot on, darling. I like the sound of being a 'holiday temptation.'"

"And don't you know it." Jay chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss to the side of Emcee's neck.

"Add a Hawaiian print shirt and I can see it ending with both both sides of the marriage ending up in your bed. Running into each other as one sneaks in and the other sneaks out."

Emcee swivels around on the barstool to hook both legs around Jay's waist, just casually, like you do.

"That sounds like the premise of a delightful screwball comedy. Emphasis on the screw. Funnily enough, I actually have been caught between marrieds, but very few of them wanted to share."

Like you do. And Jay strokes that leg, fingers tracing the inside seam of Emcee's trousers. Just as casually. "No idea what they're missing out on." he chuckles. "Maybe you can turn it into an act for Wonderland. I could see it as a musical too."

"Oh, now you're just giving me all sorts of ideas," he says, removing the sunglasses and revealing a sly, thoughtful look in his eyes. "I'll have to run that by the writerly types at the club. I smell a collaboration."

"I live to serve." Jay grins, still stroking Emcee's thigh. "Can't wait to see what you come up with."

"I can't either," he chuckles, running his hands over Jay's chest. "Now, what about you, darling? What have you been up to, running around in the dark and getting all sweaty?"

"I have business to finish up back home." He takes one of Emcee's hands and guides it to the release that disarms the chest-plate and allows it to be opened. "Though I'd get some training in before I go back."

Emcee reaches underneath to find the warmth of Jay's body.

"Be careful, darling," he says, laying a hand over his heart. "You'll need to come back and help me finish my own business, too."

"I'll be there for you." Jay breathes it as a promise. "Whenever you're ready." He wraps his arms around Emcee - still hot from his workout.

Emcee slides his arms around Jay's neck and kisses his lips, slightly salty with sweat. "I know," he murmurs. "Thank you."

Jay sighs warmly, his hands tightening on Emcee's hip. "I probably stink."

Emcee chuckles, running his fingers through Jay's damp hair.

"Darling, you should know by now that I would still take you at your smelliest."

"Then maybe you should come upstairs and help me get out of the rest of my gear?" Jay purrs. "Unless you need to go through the rest of the sunglasses?"

"The sunglasses can wait," he says with a grin.

"Besides, I haven't seen the inside of your room in a while. Or your pants."

Emcee turns to ask the Bar to keep his stash of sunglasses for later.

"Shall we?"

Jay grabs his jacket and helmet and offers Emcee his arm. "You know you're always welcome in both."

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