someone’s had a couple too many.

                   ‘Blaine. Blainers. My Rage, gay superhero.
                    With cute superhero ass. Need your help.
                    I plan. On completely. Erasing tonight off 
                    of my head. Off of.’ He snorts, hanging on
                    to Blaine’s shoulder. Problem: In order to 
                    accomplish that. Need more five tequila
                    ─ things….. At least. ‘ A pause. ‘Annoying, 
                    pretty-cocked bartender cut’m off. Should 
                    go get ’em for me.’

    “Uh–Sebastian!  Hey, hi..woah, buddy!”
     Someone was six sheets to the wind and
     it wasn’t him. One arm wrapped around
     Sebastian’s waist to help him stay upright.
     No way was Blaine going to pull his drunk
     behind up off the floor.  Awkwardly patting
     Sebastian’s chest, he swung them away
     from the direction of the bar and bowed his
     head in a solemn nod.  “Huh…  I think he
     cut you off cause it was last call about ten
     minutes ago.  Why don’t you let me get
     home.  We could get coffee on the way?
     That sounds better?  Yeah?”

          Superhero ass?  What defines a superhero ass?
          Some things are better left untouched.
          Figuratively and literally.