Ansel listened quietly as Lucio spoke, loving the way his darling's melodic voice cut through the rest of the chatter around them. He smiled softly when Lucio said he wasn't a very interesting person. Modesty or insecurity? Either way, Ansel knew Lucio's statement was incorrect. If Lucio was boring there was certainly no way Ansel would harbor such affection and adoration for him. He pressed his lips delicately against the side of Lucio's head as he spoke, kissing the golden strands and inhaling the clean scent of Lucio's hair. Ansel wanted nothing more than to take Lucio in that very moment, to prove to him just how interesting he thought he was, but even in his inebriated state he had the cognizance to know that would have been high inappropriate, so after his quick kiss the older man settled back and allowed Lucio to speak without interruption.<br/><br/>The group around them were fascinated with Lucio; it was almost as if he were some kind of exotic animal that Ansel had tamed and presented for them to ogle. They hung on his every word, as did Ansel, even though he already knew most of the information Lucio shared. Ansel's ears perked up when Lucio mentioned drag. This was something he couldn't remember Lucio ever sharing with him, but he found the information highly arousing. Androgyny had always drawn Ansel, and any person who could toe the line between gender expressions was someone who interested Ansel greatly. The carnal part of Ansel's brain briefly wondered if that was something Lucio would ever consider doing for him in the bedroom, as the image of Lucio's lovely legs in a pair of thigh-high stockings was too much to resist. But as Lucio put the attention back on him, Ansel had to shake those images away as far he could, lest his eager cock become too visible to the small crowd surrounding them.<br/><br/>"Fine, fine, I suppose I'm ready enough," Ansel said, tossing back the last of his current glass of alcohol. What was he on now, seven? Eight? He couldn't quite remember. The anxiety of continuously presenting himself and his lover had perhaps been more stressful than Ansel had anticipated, causing him to down glass after glass with a fervor he normally held in check. Ansel was a seasoned drinker, used to drawing things out and letting the alcohol in his system settle before imbibing more. It took a bit to get him drunk, but he had downed a number of glasses in just a few hours' time, and it was<i>very</i>good bourbon.<br/><br/>Johanna gathered all of her guests together and they crowded around Ansel, watching as Johanna pushed gift after gift into her brother's arms. Thankfully, many of the gifts were expensive bottles of alcohol, just like Ansel would have wanted, although none as expensive as the one Lucio had brought. There was an impressive watch, tickets to one of Ansel's favorite bands, and gag gifts from some of his college friends that would have probably been considered inappropriate in a more formal setting.<br/><br/>Finally, only two gifts were left, the ones that Lucio had brought. "I hope you don't mind, Lucio," Johanna said, settling herself down next to her brother. "I saved these for last because I thought you might want to give them to Ansel yourself. What do you think?"