[m] No reservations

Lamar mentioned that they should meet again after this soon, causing Míngzé to raise an eyebrow in amusement. At least he had managed to make a somewhat good impression. One way or another at least. Even if it was only to finish where they last left off.

“I’ll keep you to it,” he said with a small smile.

The whole situation was… a lot. And very uncomfortable. Maybe he should’ve said to leave the barn separately, trying to keep a bit of face, but that was no option. While holding hands they left the barn. He thought that perhaps from there things would change, that he could hold onto the man's arm, but no.

Hand in hand they moved over the party as Lamar seemed to look for someone. Luckily it did not take long for him to find them. Walking like this, being guided by one hand and someone who could not walk in a straight line made things very difficult. But Míngzé managed.

The man they’d found would help Lamar, but Míngzé stayed quiet throughout the whole thing. Everyone here had a bit too much to drink. If he stayed quiet and said nothing, no one would even notice him. Or so he hoped.

Míngzé was unsure about what to do. All he really wanted was to disappear completely, pretend he was not there and let these two handle it. But how could he make his escape when Lamar never once released his hand, not even when talking to this man. Or when they were splinting his wrist.

Luckily for him this man did not even notice him, meaning he was doing something right. Míngzé let his eyes wander, trying his hardest to find a point of interest. But nothing.

As the conversation continued, he sounded a huff. This whole mess they were in was because they were doing something stupid. It was already too late. But he bit his tongue and remained quiet.

Sadly he was not completely forgotten and Lamar had to mention he was there as well. Now they would be looking for ice, apparently. With all these drinks they were serving, there should be ice somewhere. Without saying anything and only flashing this man a small smile he turned to leave.

“I don’t have the faintest clue where we’re going to find ice here,” Míngzé muttered, followed with a soft sigh. This whole place was a mystery to him. He hadn’t even known about the barn before. “Don’t they keep beer in a cooler with ice or something?” Míngzé had yet to touch anything, but perhaps he should start drinking at this point. Make it all a bit easier to deal with the shame he felt,

It was easier to let Lamar do his thing and follow. Not that he was given much choice. If Lamar needed his help with one thing or another, he would hear it. They just needed to find some ice that would hopefully ease the pain a little bit. As expected there was some near the drinks.

Míngzé noticed how Lamar was doing something, but he simply waited, until he was asked for help. One eyebrow moved up as he gazed towards him. “Sure, if you tell me what exactly needs tying up.” He already moved his cane out of the way, freeing both hands in case he needed them.

“Does it hurt?” he asked with concern. In a few days he would probably be able to laugh with this whole scenario, but for now he still felt mostly guilty.

Lamar guided his hands towards a piece of cloth he had found God knows where and the cold ice. His touch however was a little hesitant. While he could tie a knot, it was something else when it was around a broken limb. “Let me know if it hurt,” he told Lamar while he found two ends of the cloth. Without using too much pressure he tied them together, probably loose enough that it might fall off immediately.

A kiss might help.

Míngzé raised a brow at Lamar before a short chuckle escaped. “Ah yes, the magic of a kiss,” he spoke with an amused shake of his head. Everyone knew that was how it all worked.

Gently he lifted the other’s arm before bending forward and placing a light kiss against his arm, careful not to hurt him even more. “Better?” he asked as he gazed towards him. Just how much had Lamar already drunk before all this happened? Quite a lot probably.

With a focussed gaze he tied the cloth to the best of his capabilities. A bit loose perhaps, but he did not want to add to the injury. It reminded him that it did not happen often that people asked him for help. If ever. Míngzé understood why, but that did not make any difference. It was nice that for once, he could help.

Even though the help provided wasn’t any good.

“Try to be careful with it, I’m not sure how well it will hold.” If it even would at all. Perhaps someone else  should’ve done it after all. Because the kiss would not do wonders.

Míngzé carefully let go of the other’s arm and rolled his eyes. Of course it was much better. “Glad to have been of help,” he said amused. Lamar mentioned more drinking, which made him wonder how the man was still standing on his two legs. “Sure. In the meanwhile I’ll go and eh— see if I can finally wash my hands somewhere.” Because that was much needed.

He got up from his seat and unfolded his cane, ready to find where the toilets were located.