unfinished gay shit

Adonis stepped into the restaurant adorned in a fancy, white sleek dress with a large train, accompanied with a matching tricorne bedazzled with the same sequins that decorated his dress. Instead of his regular gold-rimmed eyepatch, he wore a sash of white fabric over his eye, or lack thereof, to compliment his dress. That day was his and his husband's anniversary, the fifth year of their interloping, in fact. Buster reserved the entirety of the establishment's tables, leaving the environment quite lonely aside from the warm glow the 'romantic' candles provided from their numerous locations. The pirate smiled, while he found the idea foolish and wasteful, he could admit that no one had ever done anything like that for him before, and the gesture left him fidgety as the butterflies in his stomach danced to the smooth music playing overhead.

Sitting at the receptionist's desk was his a very familiar face; a large humanoid zoroark that was kicked back in his chair with its legs crossed atop the marble desk, dozing off on the job. Adonis only scoffed and dinged the bell on the desk repeatedly, only stopping once the man began to stir. 

"Wake up, boy. Ye only had one job."

He swatted the pokèmon's legs to wake him up, chuckling playfully.

"Mnehh, you took too long, I got tiredd.."

"Christ, where's yer father, Maxie?"

"Uhh." He reached for a paper beneath the desk that seemed to have his instructions scribbled on it, holding it up to his face to read it quickly, his eyes following the lines.

"Upstairs. To the.. right? I can't much tell from lookin'."

"Ye can't read yer owns handwritin', boy? How ole ye be?"

"Whatever, it ain't even words, I drew a diagram."

"Blessed be." He sighed mockingly, Maxwell'd always been a bit of a strange case, but he loved his son all the same. "I'll find 'im myself. Anyhow, how's yer boyfriend been, aye? I hear from yer sister that things be gettin' serious between ye two boys."

Maxwell flushed, he obviously didn't plan for his father to ask about his relationship on such an important day for it, fumbling his words before they even met the exit of his mouth. 

"W-well.. uhh.. what'd she tell.."

"Pfft, forget about it, son. That Button fella of yers seems t' be a good soul, hope things work out." He patted the marble countertop with his clawed hand, making a chink noise as the two minerals collided and echoed a bit in such a large building. The clop of his footsteps met the stairs as he ascended, following the rose-covered trail that began to grow more opaque as he climbed the stair steps. Classic Buster, while he was boisterous and headache-inducing on the daily, he'd always made up for it in his various romantic gestures, he was basically a modern day Casanova. Adonis adored that trait of his, and often found himself swooning over his lover from even the slightest touch or glance.

It turned to the large, glass-walled room that lay on the far side of the floor, one of the larger rooms that even seemed to have a balcony. Adonis reckoned Buster was probably awaiting him in there, probably rehearsing his lines behind the wall that led outdoors, the lovable idiot. He stepped down the wooden decline that led to the large, frosted door, reaching for the handle to open the door before it was suddenly opened for him; standing in the doorway was none other than the man of the hour, the Sheriff himself.

"Afternoon, Cap'n." He eyed the demon up and down, taking in his pearl-white garb and smirking in satisfaction though keeping his mischievous and unpredictable aura. As for him, he was dressed in a matching white suit; a white suit jacket atop a black sweater top and tailored brown khaki pants. He wore his signature brown boots and hat, the usual gold accessories now accompanied by gold lapels on his coat, belt, and bands that decorated the bottom of his locs, which were now tied in a tidy ponytail. He took Adonis' hand into his and bent down to kiss the delicate flesh on top- the dude was huge, he practically loomed over Adonis- slipping it into his own as he reached for the other with his remaining arm, "Sure took ya long enough."

"Took a while t' get dressed."

"Well I'll say, all that time sure paid off." He pulled them forward by their arms and cupped their face in his hands, allowing the shorter man to wrap their arms around his waist as the two gently swayed to the music.

"Did it? I reckoned 'twas kind've bland, had it been me way I'd've taken more time t' perfect it."

"Fer lil' ol me? Yer too sweet, my love."

"I only wants t' look the best fer ya." Even in his heels, Adonis had to stand on his tippy toes to kiss his husband as he bent down once more for him, caressing his cheeks with his thumbs as they shared an embrace. They only stood interlocked for a short while, though the moment seemed to last forever, retracing all of the intimate moments they'd shared over the years. 

"I can't believe I've known ya so long." Buster softly smiled, pulling away from the kiss.

"Me neither. I should've cut ye loose long ago."

"Oh, stop it with that. It's our anniversary, can't ya be nice to me at least fer a few hours?" Buster pouted, squishing its cheeks together with his palms.

"Make me." 

"Simmer down, Feisty. All that anger'll ruin yer cute 'lil face." There it was again, his famous show-stopping lines that rendered Adonis speechless and left him only to reply with a snarl or a purr- even a mix of both. He tried his best to repress a smile as he fought the tanuki's grip on his face, trying to hide its face by keeping his gaze locked on the ground; this strategy was easily thwarted by Buster as he chuckled at their lacklustre attempt, keeping their face up with his palms.

"Hey hey, what're ya fightin' for? Ya told me to make ya, so I did."

"You.."

Buster tightened their grip on gold's waist before raising them off the ground and holding him around star's waist, their arms instinctively wrapping around his shoulders for support. He found it easier to bring his husband up to his lips rather than bending down to Adonis' eye level, and the demon didn't much mind this either- he found its muscle-defined body attractive and was definitely not bothered to be within his hefty grip as star lifted him off the ground. He was even a little disappointed he'd worn a sweater over his usually exposed chest, though, of course, he'd never tell it that to its face.

"Me what? Lil' searat ain't got no snarky reply to my charms?"

"Quit actin' a dick, Buster. I thought you were 'sposed to be nice to me, it's our 5-year anniversary."

"Asshole."

Buster lovingly kissed at his neck a few times before moving their two bodies the table that sat on the facade of the balcony, a large area with a large glass table serving as the centerpiece with its sleek elegance. The table stood on one quartz leg that bifurcated into supports that were endowed with mood-lights that were set to a bright white, giving the table its own stoicism amidst the warm orange glow permeating from the afternoon sky. The patio was decorated with a numerous amount of potted plants and hanging ivy, giving the area a sophisticated, yet overgrown feel that made the screened overlook feel as though it was in the thicket of a mangrove yet still structurally sheltered from the harsh outdoors. 

Buster lowered the captain to his heeled feet and slinked ahead of him to pull out gold's chair for him, pushing it back in as he hopped atop the stilted stool. 

"Soo, how was yer day?" Buster prompted, effortlessly stepping into his chair and crossing its arms atop the glass tabletop and leaning forward to presumably get a better look at his husband on the other side- gold stayed put in his upright, attentive posture.

"Bit lonely, my husband wasn't home all day." He rolled his eyes.

"Well your *lovely husband* was busy settin' all this up. Thankfully enough, yer man is the beloved sheriff of the town, so gettin' the restaurant squared away wasn't much of an issue. It was the decoratin' that killed me." 

"Candles were a bit much."

"Maxwell said it'd looked good."

"*Maxwell* was asleep on th' job when I arrived. I don't think hes was payin' ya much mind, love."

"Good on him. Ya showed up late."

"Aye! Get off me, why don't'cha?!" Adonis outspoke in defense, scrunching his face in displeasure as his attendance was brought up for the third time that night. Buster's face morphed into lovesick smile as he rested his head atop his gloved hands, gazing deep into the demon's eyes admiringly. 

"..What're ya gawkin' at??"

"Yer accent. I love listenin' to it, especially when ya get defensive like that, it's like it gets even thicker."

"Wish I could say th' same about yers, Buster."

"N'aww, Donnn. Rude."

"What? Ye talk like ye don't got no sense, it's like ye took *my* accent and made it 50 times less comprehensible!"

"I didn't know half the shit *you* were sayin' when we first met, I mean, who the hell says 'aye' and 'scallawag?'" He pouted, sitting back in his chair and crossing his arms in defiance, "And for the record, my accent *is* a mashup of both of ours, it's my fault for listenin' to yer swashbucklin' ass all day."

"Yeah, I know. I find myself speakin' in yer strange tongue from time t' time as well."

"Yeah?" He leaned forward once more and rested his chest on the table, a large smile spreading across his face. "Lemme hear a yeehaw."

The playful tone in the air seemed to take an exit as Adonis looked genuinely concerned for a short moment, completely shocked that Buster would ask such a foolish question and wondering if maybe all those years of commitment were for naught. With gold's mouth hung slightly ajar as he eyed the cowboy up and down, you'd reckon Buster had just told him his entire family had been killed. "..What."

Watching his husband's face suddenly change yanked a hearty laugh from Buster's throat, throwing his head back as he boomed; he was laughing so hard he'd began to hack and sputter, stopping to catch his breath before he'd pass out.

"The hells are you laughin' at?!" Adonis had begun to flush, growing defensive of his accent and poise, but this was for naught as Buster wasn' even paying attention. He ceased his fit of laughter with a soft *hoo-wee* and wiped the tears from his eyes, letting out a few lingering chuckles that formed from observing Adonis' confused expression once more.

"I was just jokin' around, 'Donis, by Gods! Ya should've see the look on yer face!"

"Will ye quit makin' a fool of yerself?! Ye laugh like a damn horse!"

"Why, I'll take that as a compliment! Horses are majestic creatures, they are."
"Well, ye sure ain't. Ye look like a fool gettin' buck't off that pony ye keep lock't up abouts the house."

"I'm gettin' the hang of 'er, y'know. I rode 'ol Buttercup fer at least a minute 'fore she threw me off!"

Their conversation about horses and whatnot was abruptly interrupted by footsteps approaching from the entrance to the outdoors, a tall figure with silver-grey hair that fell about her shoulders and melted around her cold, expressionless face. She was dressed in your average server's gown, a simple black suit with a red rose decorating her breast pocket; she exuded elegance and professionality as she strode, stopping in front of the table and turning to face the two spouses.

"Afternoon, you two."
"'Noon, my darlin'." Buster smiled, tilting his head to rest it in his hand as it was propped up by its elbow. Adonis couldn't help but smile at Buster's giddiness, he beamed with more and more pride and excitement as the night went on, his infectious smile seemed to spread all throughout the building and even to the stoic Toshen, granting her a faint smile as she placed her hands in her pockets, assuming a more relaxed pose. 

"Good afternoon, Shen."
"How's your guys' night so far?"

"Splendid!" Buster grinned.

"A lot better than I thought ye father could pull off, love. How'd he manage t' drag ye and yer brother along, 'twas the puppy eyes or the guilt-tripping?"

"Both. He's lucky me girlfriends didn't have any plans today, else I'd've kick't him to the curb t' figger his own event out." Toshen's gaze flicked to Buster's side of the table, casting a glare that made him shrink in his seat the tiniest bit. Adonis chuckled as he reached over the table and rested a hand on his partner's arm, sighing in satisfaction.

"She's bein' facetious, I only asked her nicely and she accepted!"

"Yeah, 'cause I was 'fraid that if I said no ye'd burst into tears!"

"The lies!"

Toshen laughed at her father's remark, turning to lift two menus from their stack on the cart and placing them atop the table in front of the two patrons. "*Any*how, what are we doing for drinks tonight?"

"Yer strongest whiskey!"

"Buster." Adonis curtly responded, slitting his eyes.

"Oh cooome on! It's my damn anniversary!"

"It's *our* damn anniversary, and I say ye wait until we're home, ya bastard."