[SE] home in time for dinner

there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory

"I'm just saying - if you'd told me a year ago, after that first jaunt we took across to Starfall, that we'd have managed that so easily, I'd have taken you to Isla for a check-up." Grinning as he ducks in through the door of The Hanged Man, Ronin's fingers are laced with Remi's, the Knight giving his husband's hand a gentle squeeze as he leads them straight to a table to look out onto the beach. "I know we should just count ourselves incredibly lucky and keep working, but I want at least one night to celebrate."

That, and given that he'd assumed that they wouldn't have made it back to Torchline (be that in one piece, or at all, or within twenty-four hours), Ronin hasn't really counted on getting anything in for dinner. Hence their jaunt our to their daughter's bar, and whatever someone is willing to serve him from the menu within it.

Slumping into a seat and stretching his arms above his head, causing his back to crackle deliciously, Ronin relaxes and pushes up the sleeves of his shirt; a loose, linen thing intended to do little more than cover him up, rather than any particular fashion statement. "So with that in mind - what can I get you to drink, husband?"

RONIN

for 1000 nights i've been a restless soul

'Through the power of friendship, Ronin, anything is possible.' The Bastion says sagely, closing his eyes and nodding wisely—before nearly tripping over his own feet. Gripping his husband's hand a touch more tightly and smiling wryly across his shoulder at the Knight, Remi chuckles under his breath before allowing himself to be led toward a table of his husband's choosing. "I couldn't agree more." Near misses were no less cause for celebration than nearly dying; also they didn't have anything at home for dinner.

Opting to take the seat next to Ronin rather than sitting across from him, the Bastion bounces his eyebrows adoringly before glancing at the little chalkboard on their table which had the specials currently listed. Frowning a touch given he was the one who supplied the alcohol for nearly every item on the list, just as he's about to answer, he catches sight of his daughter returning from one of the back rooms with her dress badly askew. Just about to look away, the man who followed her out of said room has Remi sitting up, his shoulders stiffening. "Is..." Blinking, he watches Jack grab his daughter's ass, flashing her a too-pleased smile that had the Bastion's blood going cold.

"Ronin," He hisses, elbowing Ronin to draw and draw the Knight's stare out of his own menu.