“Happy birthday, you bastard!” Chance Baar bellowed, and half of Lucian’s champagne sloshed onto the front stoop when Chance yanked Lucian into a bear hug and pounded him on the back.
“Thank you,” Lucian said, disengaging and nearly taking a bottle of vodka to the face.
“Brought you somethin’ to ease the slide into gettin’ fuckin’ old.” Chance grinned, all white teeth, blond hair, and predatory blue eyes.
“Too thoughtful.” Lucian took the bottle, and Chance stomped into the house, tracking water. He wore a plain sweater and slacks under his outerwear, and his booming voice attracted Clark, the two men shaking hands and exchanging an embrace.
“I stopped him from testing the goods on the way here,” Ryuu Fugikage said, the soft tenor conveying irritation and affection with much practice. Chance’s boy toy smirked full lips, the ruby stones in his ears and lip winking in the porch light. The expression was enough to set Lucian on edge.