Raymond Hale
Ray smiled subtly at his husband's enthusiasm, trying to ignore the fact that his husband seemed so...happy around Johannah. Was that jealousy, again? He sighed softly, making sure JC wouldn't hear it. Why the hell did he suddenly feel this intense jealously? His husband never was attracted to women, why would he start now? As JC ran back to hold his hand, he smiled again and leaned down to place a soft kiss on the top of his head.
"Yeah, but I better still be the most beautiful one here," he teased, squeezing the smaller man's hand lightly. "Why don't you go socialize, baby? You look like a Chihuahua in a dog park- excited to go meet everyone." Playfully, he nudged JC and laughed. "Go on, boy." Although he didn't really want to be away from his husband, he didn't want to force JC to stay with him either.
Arthur Rogers
Arthur smiled as she walked off toward the room.
"...you're doing the laundry until these things are out of me!" His smile fell and he tipped his head back, groaning dramatically.
"Ugh, you're worse than my mother," he whined, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. Besides his bass, that jacket was his most prized possession. "Don't come crying to me if the laundry isn't done correctly, though!" He paced around the room slowly, waiting for her to come out. Arthur quickly looked her over. The sweatpants weren't exactly flattering (when were sweatpants flattering?), but they would have to work of course. "I'm always ready," he replied, walking toward the door. He grabbed his keys off of a side table and spun them on his forefinger, looking back at her. "I assume I'll be driving?"