"You should go hang out at mine. The dogs like you, you have ten little furry minions. I can't see any trouble you could get into there," Ganymede chuckles, tucking a loose bit of hair back, just to play with it.

"I'd like that. Let me finish this, and go make sure everyone's alright. I should be able to skip out early, play a little hooky with you," he murmured, tracing his thumb over Ashley's bottom lip, licking off the drop of bourbon mix that clung to the skin. It took perhaps thirty minutes, not long at all, to let everyone know he'd be leaving early, and make his way back to Ash. He had to pause for a minute, just watching him scroll on his phone: Ganymede found it truly remarkable, amazing even, that he'd managed to find Ashley, and that they just...worked so well together. He loved the man, and loved being near him. Ash made him feel like his own skin fit right again, like he didn't have to shift and twist and restrain himself to fit a mold of someone else.