The night seemed to continue as if it were a dream. The bar was dimly lit and hazy; it lacked the raucous energy of the club Sig had taken them to months before and was buzzing with chatter from various groups dotted around the establishment. Eivind seemed to prefer this calmer energy, sitting with an amicable smile on his face and interacting with everyone politely, even Stellan. Blue couldn't help but steal glances as his mate as the human sipped on a glass of whiskey. Sig, Devin, and the new wolf laughed with Blue, nudging him in endless congratulations and straining to see his ring in the low light. Even with this pleasant distractions, Blue's mind was Eivind, and he ached to feel his lover's wrap once more around his lithe body and hold him there against his naked chest.<br/><br/>“Come on, let's get the big boys in on the conversation.” The young man stood slowly, his body sore from their lovemaking in the grass and again in the cab of Eivind's truck. Blue hadn't minded when his mate pulled over and grabbed at him like a predator claiming its prey. Blue had instinctively yielded, finding pleasure in his lover's insatiable need, finding satisfaction in knowing that Eivind would always want him this way.<br/><br/>Blue was clean now, his skin scrubbed of the filth and smelling of nothing but himself, just like Eivind preferred him. He approached Eivind and Stellan, smiling politely at the latter while he slipped into his fiancé's lap. “I hope you two are talking about something boring like cars,” Blue half-joked, wrapping an arm around Eivind's shoulders as he brought his glass up to his lips. He took a sip, enjoying the light burn that surged down his throat. “We're supposed to be having fun.”<br/><br/>“Cars are fun. Haven't you ever felt the rush of having an engine rumble beneath you like a ravenous animal?” Stellan replied, hand loosely wrapped around a weeping glass bottle of beer.<br/><br/>“No. Definitely, one hundred percent, no.”<br/><br/>“Ask Sig, he'll tell you. You like being on my bike, don't you?”<br/><br/>“I'm sure he prefers having his legs wrapped around something else,” Blue teased, a snarky grin on his face as he leaned into Eivind's neck.<br/><br/>“You've been so good, Vin,” he purred, planting a swift kiss against his lover's cheek. “I haven't seen you throw a single punch or even snarl at anyone yet. I hope this doesn't mean the prospect of marriage has tamed my wolf. I like a<i>little </i>beast in you. Emphasis on little.”<br/><br/>He swiveled on Eivind's lap, looking back to Sig and the others. “Devin, what do you think?” he began, raising his glass to her. “Would you ever have believed your boss would propose? To anyone?” He was teasing his lover, intent on getting smiles from his friends, but even now Blue found he was still processing this unexpected turn of events, unable to believe something so good could happen to him.