Night Out (Cont.) - Gaz/Price (Patreon)

"Don't think you're allowed to smoke in here, Captain."

Price turned in his seat at the sound of Gaz's voice, lips already creasing into a smile around his cigar.

"I won't tell if you won't." He exhaled shortly, amused. At his left, Gaz slumped against the edge of the bar, the bright LEDs glancing off the glitter of his jacket.

"How'd thing's go on your end? Ghost play nice?"

"Simon did just fine. Don't believe I can say the same thing about Soap." Price wrinkled his nose. "He practically fell into Simon's arms when we got here."

Gaz laughed, short and sweet. "Can't say that strikes me as particularly out of character, Captain."

"He's drunk out of his mind, Gaz. What did you two get up to?"

"Drinking games." At Price's half-heartedly chiding look, Gaz smirked. "Look, we got the intel we wanted, didn't we? Not my fault Soap's an attention whore."

"And you? In your nice glittery jacket, polished up all nice." Price didn't bother to hide how he gave Gaz a once-over, eyebrows raised in a pleased arch.

"I'm not looking for their attention."

"No?"

At that, Gaz leaned over to pluck Price's cigar out of his mouth, taking a drag from it as he returned to his spot against the bar.

"Nah."