With lobster in it. Decadent. Delicious. Nearly as delicious as Chip. Stopping to eat lunch, having a whiskey while he still had work on his computer and getting lucky. He really was on vacation. When he finished his food, he drank the last of his whiskey sour and debated opening his laptop back up and getting a bit more work in. "You enjoy your food, beautiful?" There he was--blond and tanned and fine enough to make Went's breath catch. "It was delicious, as advertised." It had been a while since he'd hooked up with anyone, but he had a feeling he'd be turned on by Chip even if he was in a relationship. "Excellent. You want dessert? It's better than advertised," Chip promised. "We are talking about you, right?" The smile that bloomed over Chip's face was pure sunshine, the pierced eyebrows wiggling. "You know it." Went laughed, the sound surprising him. Shit, when was the last time he'd done that and meant it?
