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Grian sat at the table, food forgotten in favour of his drink of choice. They had gotten to the hotel and booked in, without talking. Both men lost in their own thoughts, only giving each other a goodbye when they got to their separate rooms, with Grian down the corridor from Mumbo. Grian had been distracted, just chucking his stuff on the double bed before going to shower and change. He wasn’t interested in the facilities, or the nice bed, or the plush room all he cared about was the bar. He needed a stiff drink so off to the bar he went.
Grian picked out a good spot, not too close to the bathroom and settled in with his well-earned stiff drink when Mumbo walked into the room, looking lost, until he spotted Grian walking over, in a loose way that told him that Mumbo had probably helped himself to the mini bar in the fridge in his room. Grian raised his drink in a toast to the man. He needed to blow off steam.
“Forgive me… But I know we are strangers but perhaps you would like company?” Mumbo told him, only slurring his words a little. Grian realised what Mumbo was doing. Strangers. Didn’t he say he wished he wasn’t himself before? He was making use of this time to be an adult. To roleplay not being two care takers to a robot baby. “If you rather not, I can always find a seat elsewhere?” Mumbo offered politely.
Grian gestured to the empty seat at his spot, and shrugged. “Sure, why not? I’m only in town for one night and I might as well make a new friend. M’name is Grian.” Grian offered, figuring it was better than them just talking about Grumbot all night or sitting in silence. Grian could keep an eye on them and stop Mumbo from making a stupid mistake.
Mumbo gave him a drunken smile. “Let me order us a bottle to celebrate our new friendship?” Mumbo suggested before turning to the bar with a grin. “It is the least I can do… I can imagine how much effort it is to arrange all this…” Mumbo told him sweetly. “I’ll be right back.”
They missed their restaurant reservation, and were 2 bottles in before they were cut off. Mumbo drunkenly giggled at the idea. “Cut off… We been naughty Grian… Cut off.” He hiccupped and looked at the man unsteady. “You know what? There is more in my hotel room!” He whispered as if it was a secret, that the bar attached to the hotel was unaware of the mini bar in the guest rooms.
“Yesssss but I think you already made use of it… But… I got a room too!” Grian slurred standing up, only for the world to spin a little, making him stumble into Mumbo, who caught him laughing. “Whoops!” Grian managed looking up at the man. “Good thing we are friends!” He giggled as the pair slowly made their way back to the hotel lifts.
“What floor are you on?” Mumbo asked confusing Grian completely for a good while. Mumbo knew where Grian’s room was! They were on the same corridor. Mumbo, even drunk as a skunk, picked up on it before lightly tapping Grian’s head with his knuckles. “I, as a stranger, do not know where your room is?” He reminded him with another giggle.
“Oh yeah! You are a stranger!” Grian remembered with a snort. “Keep forgetting that bit.” He told him as he realised that he was being held up by Mumbo. “A kind strong stranger… Uhhhh floor 4… room 412!” He told him staring at Mumbo’s face, entranced by his eyes, dark and mischievous… His pretty mouth, soft and reddened from drink.
“What a coincidence! My room is room 416!” Mumbo giggled at him, hitting the right buttons before wrapping his arm under Grian’s legs, and after the world spun in a way that made Grian want to throw up as he was now being bridal carried out of the lift into the corridor. “There we go…” He carried him surprisingly easily along until they got to Grian’s room.
“It is a good thing you are a friendly stranger.” Grian slurred looking up at the man. “A handsome strong stranger…” He mumbled as he fumbled with his pocket for his keycard. Eventually he pulled it out and managed to get them into his room.
Mumbo put him down with a laugh. “Hmmm you know the best thing? About being a stranger?” Mumbo asked before swooping down to press a kiss to his lips. “I can do this.” Mumbo told the stunned Grian.
Grian reached up to touch his tingling lips. “Yeah… You are a stranger… so you can do that… Again.” Grian ordered, feeling dizzy from more than just booze now.
Mumbo complied, ducking down again to kiss him again, harder and hungrier, to which Grian kissed back equally as needy.