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Sebastian was having a good time at the winter festival. He'd brought plenty of wine to the place and was a little tipsy. He'd travelled with the rest of Casa di Cavalieri, but he had somehow managed to lose them in the festivities. A shame; he'd been hoping that he might have been able to pull Jazzy or Enzo into an empty tent. Or possibly Wayne, if Dixie didn't mind and the cowboy was drunk enough. Maybe even the guy with the limp. Despite his handicap, he was pretty good-looking.
But strangers were also very eligible. It was a festival, after all. A time for drunken revelry and naked tumbles underneath bedsheets. Surely there had to be a few attractive, masculinely-inclined men floating around the place? If not, some wine generally helped things along. He hoped he didn't meet Amy. No. The Italian wrinkled his nose as though a foul smell hung around the tent he was loitering outside. Maybe Drakien instead, the Romani with the sexy voice.
A drink or two later, Sebastian stumbled out of a tent, nursing bruised knuckles. Well, it wasn't really a stumble. It was more of a stagger, as he was unceremoniously shoved outside, the sounds of a scuffle breaking out inside as some guy's friends held him back.
"Afraid to handle a real man, [i]pezza di merde!?" he called jeeringly into the tent, his pride somewhat stung. There were some rather uncouth shouts from the man he'd had a minor disagreement with. The sound of a chair smashing could be heard as Sebastian turned to apologise to the man he'd almost stumbled into.
"My apologies, Mess-" He stopped talking as he glanced upwards, past the scarred chest to the scarred face. It was unmistakeably Light, the man with whom he'd had fun with in the wine cellar. Sebastian broke into a grin, taking a step back and looking him up and down. He looked as good as ever. Still naked, opposed to Sebastian's jeans.
"Look who it is!" Sebastian exclaimed, embracing Light warmly, pressing his face into the taller male's chest unabashedly. "It's been a while, Mister Goldenfeather. Who's your friend?" Possibly more than a friend, but Sebastian didn't care much. He looked the other male cheerfully, extending his hand to shake and taking a step away from Light. He was pale, eyes between pink and blue, scarred, tattooed. And only three inches or so taller than the Italian.Good-looking too, but more handsome than rugged.
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