Diesel was a professional. His ability to mold himself to the needs of his clients was evident. Eivind sat well, even if his participation could only be considered passive at best. Diesel's expertise was better suited to entertaining Blue and Sig, who watched excitedly as the fit umber dancer searched sensuously along Eivind's body, plucking bills happily from their hiding spots. Though his cock was well satisfied for now, Blue couldn't help but find the display pleasantly erotic. It would have been more so if Eivind were actually into it, but he knew he could only ask so much of his mate.  It wasn't a terrible thing that Eivind turned up his nose at just about everyone except Blue.<br/><br/>When Diesel was finished, Blue thanked him, offering him a bit of extra cash as a tip for his efforts. Eivind was looking at him now with a mischievous glint in his eye, beckoning him forward as he poured more alcohol into a collection of shot glasses. Blue responded obediently, grinning playfully as he slithered over to his lover, folding himself into his lap where he knew Eivind would like him best. "Pay? Didn't you have fun? I certainly did," he teased, stroking the rough beard sprouting from Eivind's intense visage.<br/><br/>Blue unsuccessfully attempted to stifle a giggle when Eivind turned his attention on Sig. "Look what you've done!" he chastised facetiously, shaking his head and tutting his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "You've gotten him all flustered. I suppose whatever punishment we're doomed to suffer we'll suffer together," Blue mused. He snatched up a shot glass from the table and held it aloft. "To Eivind! For being such a good sport and the love of my life. You're my everything, Vin. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you."<i>However long that may be.<br/>
</i><br/>It wasn't until the wee hours of the morning that the three of them finally left the club. Money well spent, Blue thought. Happily inebriated, but not yet ready to settle down, Blue insisted the trio return to the camper where they could decompress and continue on with more drinks and excited wedding talk none of them would remember in the morning. "I hope Stellan is distracted enough he isn't missing you too terribly," Blue said as he wrapped himself around Sig, snuggling sweetly on their well-stuffed couch. "I remember how maddening it was to be separated from Eivind in those early days. It's better now since we're both more used to it, but when he's gone I still feel that painful tug in the pit of my stomach, like there's a hole inside of me and it is only filled when he's close." He choked out a laugh, shaking his head. "Wow, that sounds super cheesy, doesn't it? I'm sorry. Blame the champagne. Or the whiskey."<br/><br/>He looked to his mate, opening up his arms wide in invitation. "Vin, come relax with us. This couch is big enough. I want you to tell me more about this punishment you supposedly have in store. Is it cruel? I bet it is. You do love torturing me, don't you?"