Snippet #2739573

Ris waved his glass at his roommate the moment he said his greeting and leaned against the balcony. He couldn't help but flick his eyes across Sam's outfit, admiring his frame but wondering what Sam's boyfriend had to say to get him to wear the blazer. The amount of control Jamie had over him wasn't something Ris enjoyed, but he couldn't step in and tell them what was wrong with their relationship. He never got drunk enough to let any thoughts about who Sam should be with past boozy lips and ruin his friendship with Sam forever.

Ris smirked, eyes focused on the beer and not the lips they were about to touch. The whiskey he'd already drank was starting to move through his system, already loosening the filter he placed on strict control of his scattered mind. Another drag of smoke, moving into the air like the dancers they'd left inside. "When Lexei around, there never enough beer," Ris replies, turning in a similar fashion to his roommate with his back against the railing and finding the Russian mentioned already ten seconds into a keg stand.

His eyes also found Sam's boyfriend once again. He kept a scowl from his face, a more neutral expression coming over as he took another drag of the cancer stick in his hand. "How's boyfriend? Seems to have good time," Ris offers in an innocent comment, finishing off the glass in his hand and mentally preparing himself to cut off any lengthy conversation about Jamie with an excuse to get another drink. It wasn't like he didn't want Sam to be happy or be in a relationship, but with the fights he wasn't supposed to see and yelling he wasn't supposed to hear, it didn't seem like Sam was all too happy. He wanted to support Sam and listen to his problems but on nights like this, when him and Jamie were at least acting fine, his chest hurt a little to much to be a tentative ear.