[It does take him by surprise; he's drunk enough to stumble over his feet, hauled down with an arm grabbing the back of the throne in a white knuckle grip, lest he end up with his face either in Eddie's armpit or his junk. The other hand lands on Eddie's chest, fingers splayed as he chokes out a laugh, nose far too close to Steve's jaw for anyone's comfort.
He barely notices, which is funny. It's a wayward kind of heap, he forgets, for a moment, what this is, and turns his head, half grinning and half ready to roll the throne over with his weight. ]
I think I got iron in the junk, [or close, when the photo snaps he'll still be grinning, still have his hand on Eddie and his face too close to Steve, and probably he won't notice until he's seen the actual photo. They get three max before he pulls himself away and motions to the bar. Does a little shot mime, and very meanly asks for the strongest one.]
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He barely notices, which is funny. It's a wayward kind of heap, he forgets, for a moment, what this is, and turns his head, half grinning and half ready to roll the throne over with his weight. ]
I think I got iron in the junk, [or close, when the photo snaps he'll still be grinning, still have his hand on Eddie and his face too close to Steve, and probably he won't notice until he's seen the actual photo. They get three max before he pulls himself away and motions to the bar. Does a little shot mime, and very meanly asks for the strongest one.]