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The night had been quite eventful, a twisting and turning adventure which included many ah… twists and turns.
And now Desire and Tuberose were both kissing.
Of course this came as no shock to anyone who was paying attention at the table which was only Inference.
Tuberose has kept his eyes… masked eyes… on Desire the entire campaign.
Of course the building tension (or lack thereof to the several other characters at this godforsaken table) came to a head once Inference had confronted Desire.
Of course not even before the fight had begun Desire fucking smiled, the tart. He then giggled and of course walked about the table, looking at Tuberose all the while.
And then they both began making out. Very verbally.
Of course the building tension of the upcoming confrontation was replaced by a much worse tension…. Sexual.
Of course the breathless mumblings of a Frenchman trying to catch his breath mixed with wet smacking and… moaning weren’t something Inference wanted to hear today but here he was. With Lady Truth in tow as well. And everyone else at the cursed table.
For fuck’s sake Tuberose had fully discarded his mask and sat D.M.’s (admittedly quite nice) ass onto the table and oh god.
Though Luca seemed more interested in taking this time to chat up the Pastor he’d been whispering to the whole time (The pastor who was suspiciously red and stammering) , and the curious couple were both making conversation ignorant to the men making out in front of the table. (Only god knows where Lady Truth and the few others had gone off too. Hopefully not to attempt to murder each other.)
What a horrible day to have sentience.
After the two had separated after the longest 5 minutes Inference has ever sat through in his miserable life, all of them were sent away with invitations to Tuberose and D.M. 's wedding in a few months.
“I look forward to seeing you dressed in something fit for the occasion, Detective.”
(No Inference was not thinking about the way both the men were looking at him. Like predators ready to consume prey and how it made him feel the slightest bit hot underneath the collar)
Only god knows what will happen there. Unfortunately Inference, and by extension Truth were required to be there. (God forbid Tuberose and D.M. attempt to maim a guest behind the scenes just to create intrigue, or something much worse.)
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“So… Do you think he’ll be coming?”
Tuberose, no Jack had spoken once D.M. had seen the man and his assistant out.
“Of course, did you see his positively mortified expression when we started? The man is nearly always entertaining. That’s the most I’ve seen his expression change all year actually!” Joseph was ecstatic.
A long time of waiting for such an occasion to occur so he could finally confess his love to Jack in front of everyone. Though wholly unnecessary and ultimately useless, it was quite fun to make love to Jack for longer than was comfortable.
“Enough about that, I’ve been meaning to ask you where you wanted our wedding. While I’m unopposed to London, I’d have to suggest we take it elsewhere. The perpetually gray skies and the underlying scent of ammonia might be good for a funeral but I’d hope you reconsider.”
Jack sighed and conceded.
“Well dearest, I have always been meaning to head back to Italy, the countryside was quite idyllic. A true honor to paint.”
Jack’s smile was large, almost unnerving to the average viewer.
It was something Joseph found himself cherishing.
“Although I'd prefer spending our honeymoon there, I suppose I can set aside my dreams for a moment.”
(then they make out more and maybe do the frick frack stupid gay crime bitches fuck I love them. )