smilestopscars | Mainland Side of the Causeway, Saturday Noon

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Mainland Side of the Causeway, Saturday Noon

It was possible Ezra was still a little drunk from last night.

It was absolute fact, however, that he had somehow managed to lose his shirt over the course of the night, because he was currently traipsing towards the causeway with brief flashes of the still slightly tanned skin of his stomach showing from underneath his jacket. He had also gained a scarf from somewhere. It was silk and had bright flowers on it. It was definitely not one of his. Except now it was.

He stopped and gazed towards the island, swaying in place a little bit, squinting at the silhouette of the school through his sunglasses, which sat a little crookedly on his nose. He sighed. This was good.

Except for the stupid walk back to the island, of course.

[ooc: NFB due to technically being off the island, but open!]

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Ronan raised an eyebrow and picked up his rag again to wipe his hands.

"Yesterday, you weren't too keen to do anything but question me," he reminded Ezra. "Today, you're half naked and thinking dirty thoughts, huh?"

Ezra shrugged. "I lost my shirt." That explained... all of one part of that. "And I had a good evening. Which I'm now trying to stretch out as best as I can."

"By thinking about me?" He had enough of an ego to assume Ezra was thinking about him. "How flattering."

"Well, you're here." So it was really more a matter of convenience than anything else, if you asked Ezra. "So, currently, yes."

"I could leave," he pointed out, glancing at his car. "Haven't had a ride in a few days."

Did he say it like that intentionally? Ronan would never tell.

Ezra was going to take it as intentional whether it was meant that way or not, so that didn't matter. "You could," he agreed. "You could also take me with you, get me a nice cup of coffee, and see if that gets you anything."

"Who says I want anything from you?" he asked, dropping the hood back down and leaning against it, arms crossed.

"I do," Ezra told him. "Or that you at least should want something from me. Which is virtually the same thing. Especially considering you're so hard to pin down."

Ronan raised an eyebrow. "And what should I want from you? The pleasure of your company in my car?"

"The pleasure of my company and attention, in your car," Ezra corrected him. He ran a hand back through his hair. "Among other things."

"Uh huh." That wasn't a yes but it wasn't a no either. Instead, Ronan moved around him and got into his car. The engine was already running so he just revved it to hear the purr louder and longer.

He glanced at Ezra from behind the windshield.

Ezra could take a hint. And even if it wasn't a hint, Ezra could still take initiative.

So he got himself moving. In a few seconds, he was smoothly sliding onto the passenger seat and pulling the door closed after himself.

"Don't touch anything," Ronan told him bluntly before throwing the car into gear and angling it out of the parking lot and towards the causeway.

"Wasn't going to," Ezra said, slouching in his seat and pushing his sunglasses up to the top of his head. "I don't let anyone touch anything in my car either."

"You're lucky you're in here without a shirt." He wasn't too keen on sweat and other things (that weren't his, at least) getting on his seats. But, he gunned the engine and the car jumped, hitting high speeds quickly and smoothly.

Ezra just leaned back in his seat. "I'm still wearing a jacket." And a fetching scarf! "You're lucky I'm here without a shirt."

Even if he probably couldn't appreciate glimpses of abs as well as Kathy had.

Ronan had no real destination in mind. He just wanted to drive and drive fast. Which he was doing. He looked more comfortable than he tended to look in other situations.

"Get someone else to fawn over you because I'm not going to do it," he said in response to that.

Ezra tsked.

"Pffft, philistine." Yep, that was what you got for not appreciating him. "This is off to a poor start."

"Oh, just let me know if it gets to be too poor and I'll drop you off on the side of the road," he quipped, slanting a look at Ezra. "No problem."

"Not before I get my coffee," Ezra replied, flicking an invisible piece of lint off his knee. "Probably something else, too."

"I'm not going for coffee." He guessed that was obvious enough but just in case.

"You should get me coffee."

Now he was just being annoying.

He did also genuinely want coffee.

Ronan looked over at him and then back at the road.

"No."

Ezra stuck out his tongue at him.

And said nothing. Because he was mature.

"You got in the car with me," Ronan reminded him, almost smiling. "Don't forget that."

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