"Anyone?" Sixty almost purred as he leaned in to speak in Nines' ear. The music in the club was too loud to speak normally, though they were a little away from the dance floor and speakers. It was always quieter around the bar to help staff hear orders. Nines smirked confidently, leaning on the bar beside his brother's seated form. There was little reason for him not to be confident. They both knew he looked hot. Being an android came with certain advantages, and good looks was one of them. Their bodies were also designed to look and feel flawless. The ideal human form. Walking perfection. His hair was dark and glossy, effortlessly styled with one stray curl over his left eye. The darkness of his hair was a contrast to the ethereal silvery hue of his eyes and the paleness of his freckled skin.

"Anyone." Nines had no doubt he was up to the challenge, lips curling as he sipped his thirium and looked around the bustling club. There were many targets he might choose. A group of middle-aged women that were clearly on a hen-do, a group of human students, some single androids hovering on the edge of the floor, and even a lone human or two. He generally preferred men, but for the sake of a bet, he could certainly satisfy a woman. Sixty was gleeful as he joined him in searching the crowd. He didn't want to make things easy. His brother would be insufferable for days if he won. He was already the superior model, an upgrade of his own.

As an RK800, Sixty had been designed to look a little softer. His jawline was slightly less rigid, and his eyes were a gentle shade of hazel with flecks of amber, making him look warm and inviting. Nines' sometimes icy demeanour made him less approachable, but also sexually appealing when used in the right context. He was the definition of the tall, dark, handsome stranger that many desired. Sixty's body was slightly smaller, in both height and build. It was barely noticeable while he was sitting down and dressed in a loose shirt, but at work, it was a little more obvious. These advantages meant it was vital he chose the right target. He grinned as he finally found him.

"That one." Nines' silvery eyes followed his pointing hand, LED blinking yellow as he accepted the personal file. Gavin A Reed, thirty-seven years old. Detective at the Detroit Police Department. Anti-Android League associate – Official membership expired 2038. His lips pursed at that, almost glaring as he looked at Sixty. That was dirty. Sixty remained utterly unapologetic as he sipped his drink and stared up at him like the cat that got the cream.

"An AAL member?" Sixty shrugged smugly.

"You said anyone...So? Fifty bucks says you can't pull him." Nines scoffed, setting his drink on the bar and rolling up the dark sleeves of his shirt to show off his powerful forearms. It was a good move, making him seem a little more casual. He looked even better as he popped the button of his low collared shirt to show off the notch in his collarbone and the barest hint of his pecs. Sixty remained confident as he crossed his legs and leaned back on the bar, quietly looking forward to the show. Ready for action, Nines pulled his wallet and slapped a handful of notes on the bar.

"A hundred says I will take him home." That was even better. Sixty was positively feline as he accepted the wad of cash and shoved it in his pocket. With a nod, he agreed. Nines stepped into the crowd and circled his target curiously, honing his audio component to listen in on the conversation he was having with his companion. She was a petite little thing, a young Asian woman in a little black dress. Her hair was pinned up with two long metal rods in a bun, soft bangs sweeping her dark eyes. He had yet to get a proper look at his target's face, but he was certainly a prize from behind. He was average in height with strong shoulders and a slim waist, muscular arms shown off by the tight tank top he was wearing. The tightness of his jeans hugged the prominent curve of his ass and thighs, the strength of his legs suggesting he worked out regularly and did not skip leg day.

"Come on, Gav! I want to dance!" His companion was clearly eager and full of energy, dark eyes glittering with mirth as she pulled his wrist. They had clearly been at the club for a while. The young woman was unsteady on her heels, almost stumbling as Gavin pulled her to a halt and hooked an arm around her waist. Their closeness made Nines' eyes thin. If he was straight, that would put somewhat of a damper on his evening.

"Would you stop? I need to finish my drink first!" Gavin yelled above the music, almost sighing as he all but held her up. He was wise to finish his drink. Open drinks were an easy target on the dance floor, and heaven forbid he should put it down and return for it later. Nines watched as he tipped the glass back, scanning it to find it was a double shot of whiskey topped off with coke. By his estimation, that was probably his third of the evening. His skin was healthily flushed, his demeanour relaxed. Nines followed at a distance as the couple stumbled over to the dancefloor.

The music was lively, the type one might come across on an exotic vacation. It had a strong beat that was made to be danced to, and Gavin and his young friend didn't disappoint. Their steps were light, their hips swayed, and their arms were expressive. The alcohol loosening their inhibitions also made for quite a tantalising sight. As the music changed, they released each other and enjoyed swaying and grinding on other people, suggesting they weren't together. Giving Gavin a hand signal to say she was alright, the young lady was soon swept off into the crowd by another young man while Gavin remained where he was, unsuspecting of the human moving in behind.

Nines remained on the edge of the floor, moving around to get his first look at Gavin's face. He was ruggedly pleasing, with trimmed stubble and fluffed brunette hair. His skin was a healthy shade of pink with a very noticeable scar running across his nose, a few smaller nicks suggesting it may have been caused by shattered glass. He had soft looking lips and tired green eyes dotted with flecks of blue and hazel. They were really quite beautiful, something he'd like to see closer. His chest was as sculpted as his back, rounded pecs stretching the front of his top and hugging his toned abs. Nines licked his lips, silently taking it in and planning his approach.

He watched curiously as the human man from earlier worked his way in to grind Gavin's ass. That Gavin didn't immediately push him away was a promising sign, suggesting he might be open to male companionship. He remained relaxed, barely glancing over his shoulder as the larger man leaned down to say something in his ear. Gavin barely nodded and their bodies drew even closer, barely touching from chest to thighs. Everything seemed to be going well as they bobbed and swayed to the music. Gavin's arms slowly raised above his head to allow his partner to rest his hands on his hips. Nines' LED span yellow as he watched the man tighten his grip and pull Gavin's ass flush against his crotch. Gavin stiffened slightly, unable to step away. One hand gripped his hip as the other slipped down to palm his crotch. Green eyes widened in shock, and Gavin lowered his arms, bending over and squirming to get free. If anything, that seemed to improve his assailant's mood. His lips curled as he bumped his pelvis against Gavin's ass and gripped harder. Seeing things were getting out of hand, Nines stepped forward to dislodge the unwelcome man, but no sooner had he taken his first step than Gavin straightened with a yell and brought his elbow down in reflex, jabbing the man in the abs so he could step away.

"What the phck?" His incredulous roar was enough to draw the attention of those around him, and many joined him in his indignation as he told them what happened and waved towards the young man now swiftly retreating through the crowd. Nines frowned in displeasure, sending a recording of the incident and the man's identification to the android working security on the door. Such behaviour was unwelcome and should be dealt with swiftly. Since the man was gone, Gavin and the others slowly shrugged it off and returned to dancing, though Nines noted more than a hint of wariness in Gavin's jumping vitals. He was rattled, green eyes glancing this way and that as he searched for his friend. Catching sight of her further off, and seeing that she was still enjoying herself, he relaxed and returned to dancing.

Unwilling to risk further interruptions, Nines slowly weaved his way through the pressing crowd of bodies. The humans were hot, skin glistening as their bodies tried to regulate in the tight space. Gavin was no exception to this, his top just starting to cling in the heat. The androids were far less affected since they didn't sweat, which made them a little more noticeable where their clothes remained dry and loose on their skin. Many androids still wore their LEDs too, glowing circles of blue and yellow depending on their level of stimulation. Nines' was a steady ring of blue as he approached, slowly swaying and edging his way up until he was standing behind his prey.

Gavin couldn't help feeling jittery as he swayed in the crowd. It wasn't every day a guy ground in and grabbed your cock like that. There was a level of unspoken etiquette on the floor, ways to ask if you could move in closer. The guy had stuck to that at first, but apparently an agreement to grind was an agreement to be molested in his book. He was still indignant, heat raw in his chest as he swayed and tried to shake off the feeling of being watched. It was probably his imagination. That guy was long gone, and by the softness of his abs when his elbow sank into him, Gavin knew he wouldn't be back. I could snap him like a twig, even if he is a little taller. The thought was comforting as he remained alone in the middle of the crowd, unsure he wanted to continue on the floor. He'd only agreed to dance to keep Tina company, and since she'd moved off, he could just go and get another drink. She was sure to find him again if she wanted to, or shoot him a text.

With that in mind, Gavin sighed, ready to get another drink. As he was about to straighten up and leave the floor, a new body slowly pressed up behind. He didn't need to look to know he was taller. His chest was barely brushing the top of his shoulders. The body moved closer, but didn't press in all the way. A subtle request. Gavin licked his lips nervously, eyeing the bar almost forlornly. His plan to grab another drink could wait another song or two, depending on how the next few seconds went. When he made no move to pull away, the man moved in, long pale fingers barely ghosting the outer edge of his thighs and hips. A respectable move. He didn't grab or tighten his grip, fingers just brushing and guiding their bodies together.

Gavin felt his skin heat a little, slowly relaxing as the man continued to grind. His body felt pretty built, as far as he could tell. His abs felt flat and firm, and his thighs seemed strong as he reached back and rested a hand there for support. When he eventually lifted his arms, the hands on his thighs pressed a little closer, fingers stroking over his hips and up to his waist where his top rode up to leave bare skin on display. Rather than exploring this new plain, the fingers gently gripped his top and pulled it lower, giving him a little modesty. The hands then stroked up and down his clothed sides before returning to his swaying hips to pull him closer.

His ass came to rest on the guy's thighs, barely brushing his pelvis. It was a little closer than Gavin usually got, and definitely a suggestion of where things were likely to go. Despite pulling him closer, the hands on his hips remained loose, a clear invitation for him to step away if he grew uncomfortable. Gavin licked his lips, swallowing curiously. Just how far is this guy planning to go? That question was soon answered as he leaned down towards his shoulder, cool lips barely brushing the bare skin of his neck. Gavin gasped at the sensation, enjoying the tingles that ran up and down his skin. It was only as he caught the bright flash of blue in the corner of his eye that he sprang free of the man's grasp and span, ready to clock him in the face. A powerful hand caught his fist with unnatural gentleness, an amused smirk on his lips as Gavin gave him an almost owlish stare.

"C-Connor?" What the phck is he playing at? It took him a few moments to realise his mistake. Although there was a striking resemblance, this android was actually a little bigger and meaner looking, with the most captivating silvery eyes he'd ever seen. His lips stammered silently for a few seconds, the hand on his fist slowly loosening to caress his skin instead.

"In a manner of speaking, yes, though I'm not the Connor you know." Gavin let out a little choked sound of agreement as he continued staring. He's not my Connor, that's for sure. Gavin had never seen Connor wearing a black shirt. He preferred gentler pastel colours that emphasised his soft looks, especially when it came to the woollen vests he chose. This android was dressed in black, sleeves rolled to the elbows to show off his toned forearms. "They call me Nines." Gavin wasn't sure who they were, but he had the strong feeling there was a story behind that name. Nines looked a little disappointed as Gavin tugged his hand free, though he could still feel the ghosting touches on his skin.

"U-um, sure...Sorry I almost punched you." He hadn't expected an android. Not that there was anything wrong with that these days, but it still left him somewhat on the back foot. Besides Connor and Chloe, he didn't really talk to any androids. His previous associations were well known around the precinct, and he didn't have much of a social life outside of that. Nights like these were rare, and often at Tina's behest.

"I should apologise. Perhaps I misinterpreted the situation." Gavin fell silent, running a hand through his damp hair. It wasn't that he'd misinterpreted. Had he been human, he wouldn't have thought twice. He'd approached respectfully and left plenty of room for him to pull away. Maybe it was the earlier encounter that had put him on edge. "I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable."

"No! No, not at all, it's just..." Great, what are you going to say, dumbass? That it's because he's an android? Way to walk yourself into a discrimination suit! Nines seemed to garner something of his inner turmoil, lips raising in a sultry smirk as his silvery eyes lidded. Gavin shut his mouth and looked away, green eyes scanning the floor for any sign of Tina. Great, where is she when I need her?

"I'm an android." Gavin balked, wincing at how bad that sounded. "Is that a problem?" Was it a problem? He wasn't sure. Just because androids didn't really approach him, didn't mean he was against the idea. Was it weird? He was a human, and less than a year ago, he was a paid member of the AAL. Things had changed since then, but it still felt a little weird.

"I-I guess not?" It came out more like a question than a statement.

"Then perhaps I might buy you a drink to apologise," Nines said smoothly, waving an inviting hand towards the busy bar. Gavin took one last awkward look around for Tina before nodding. What the hell? One drink won't kill me. Nines stepped in closer and looped an arm around his waist, both to guide him and show others he was taken. It was sort of nice. He didn't hold him possessively, it was more protective, allowing him to gently knock other bodies away and ensure he wasn't jostled by the crowd as they slinked their way through to the bar. Not wanting to seem creepy, Nines let Gavin order his own drink. He'd noticed it often unsettled humans if he knew things about them before they'd spoken. Predictably, Gavin ordered another double whiskey and coke, and Nines ordered a fresh glass of thirium. "You haven't told me your name." Gavin huffed softly as they stepped away and found a less crowded space along the wall.

"Can't you do that creepy scanning thing and find out for yourself?"

"I can, and have, however working in a predominantly human field has taught me they generally find it unsettling." At least he was self-aware. Connor hadn't thought twice about scanning him upon their first meeting. It was fucking creepy! Sure, he was undeviated back then, but still! Nines seemed relaxed as he leaned an arm on the wall to prop himself up, acting as a shield to block the flashing lights from Gavin's face as he lounged beside him. "Besides, it would be rude of me to forego introductions." Technically, Nines had already introduced himself. Guess I'm the rude one in this situation...

"I'm Gavin."

"I guess that means you're a real godsend." Nines chuckled at Gavin's clueless look. "It suits you." His eyes were certainly hawklike in their intensity as he gazed up at him, wondering if he was being made fun of. Though clearly amused, there wasn't a trace of malice in Nines' eyes, in fact they were slightly warm. Warm and oddly blue. It would be easy to lose himself in them, picking out the silvery hues mingling with the blue. They were luminous, almost glowing in the dim lighting, like a tiger in the night. "So, Gavin, what do you do for work?" Gavin liked the way his name sounded on Nines' tongue, stomach fluttering in anticipation. They both knew he'd already scanned and knew the basic details, but he played along anyway.

"I'm a homicide detective...you?"

"FBI." Gavin was surprised, but perhaps he shouldn't have been. Whatever his model number, he was clearly from the same line as Connor, and he knew for a fact that his twin worked with SWAT. He'd only seen him once when he came to the DPD to see Connor for something, but it was creepy seeing the two of them together like that. "But perhaps we shouldn't talk about work." Oh, thank God! A lot of Nines' work was probably classified, but his own was just plain boring. He came out on nights like this to get away from work, but that left a new problem. What were they to talk about? What did androids even like to talk about? Is that racist? Speciesist? Because he's an android, he won't like normal shit? "You have a cat." Gavin blinked.

"Yeah? How did you know?" Holy shit, did he scan my phone? He fucking hoped not! There was a lot of sensitive data on his phone, not to mention his search history. Nines' silvery eyes glimmered as he reached out and plucked at his jeans, holding up a thin strand of white fluff.

"The cat hair clinging to your clothes...Do you have pictures?" It was a good conversation starter, and an excellent excuse to get closer as Gavin pulled out his phone and started scrolling. Nines leaned in beside him, chest almost brushing his arm as he showed him all his cutest pictures. There was something especially alluring about Gavin as he smiled and told him all about the pictures, of which there were many. The cat's name was Gizmo, a tabby and white Maine Coon named for its large tufted ears and big yellow eyes. Nines almost forgot his bet as Gavin spoke in a slightly softer, gravelled tone.

There were hundreds of pictures of Gizmo curled up and sprawled across various surfaces. He'd lined the walls with multiple shelves, built a cosy-looking cat tree with multiple beds and boxes, and even turned the outdoor balcony into a cat-safe space for him to enjoy. Living up so high, and being in the city, it wasn't safe to let Gizmo out on the street, even if he was a rescue. He'd been found in a box as a kitten, likely tossed out for clawing up the furniture. It often went that way with larger breeds. They were bought for the pedigree and tossed for the inconvenience that came with it. Sure, Gizmo used to claw his shit, but a little scented spray and multiple scratchers soon sorted that. They also went on road trips together, and Gizmo was harness trained so they could go exploring in the woods. He was truly a majestic sight when poised on the rocks overlooking a river.

By the time Gavin finished his next drink, he was a lot more giggly, and somewhat unsteady on his feet. As their conversation continued and Gavin relaxed, he swayed more, and didn't feel shy about stumbling into Nines' chest. Nines smirked as he wrapped an arm around his waist, feeling incredibly smug as he eyed his brother at the bar. A brief interruption occurred when Gavin received a text from his friend and she hurriedly stopped by to say goodnight. It seemed she'd been successful in claiming a mate for the evening and wished to let Gavin know. Green eyes squinted as Gavin stared through the crowd at the young man, taking in his fluffed blonde hair and leather jacket with a scowl.

It was approaching three in the morning, about an hour before the club would close. They had managed to move on a little, talking about life in the city and various other topics, like music and food. Nines could contribute little to that discussion besides saying that he knew a proper stomach component was in the works. Gavin was overly enthusiastic about it, listing off all the foods he had to try once he actually could. Apparently steak, pizza, and chocolate fudge cake were at the top of the list, and Gavin was quite mournful that he couldn't eat them all the time if he wanted to keep his pristine figure. Roving his eyes over his sculpted shoulders, Nines agreed it was certainly worth the work.

"Perhaps I could take you to a cafe when the components are ready, and you could show me the best cake." Gavin's cheeks flushed happily, a clear sign that he was intoxicated. The second sign was that he summarily grabbed Nines' shirt and pulled him closer, biting his lip and giving him an odd blink. Firm hands were on his hips in an instant, catching his weight as he stumbled forward.

"Why wait? I've got the best cake right here." Nines chuckled fondly as Gavin led his hands down to caress his ass. That much was undeniably true. "So? What do you say? You want to take a bite?" Nines turned their bodies and rested him flush against the wall, gripping his hips and rubbing circles. His eyes were unfocused, nose scrunching as he squinted up at him. Nines didn't even need to scan to know he was far too drunk to think of or give consent. He was also unlikely to remember in the morning.

"Are you inviting me home, Detective?" Gavin bit his lip, cock twitching at how good it felt to hear his title roll off Nines' tongue in such a sultry tone. A hum rumbled in his throat, eyes fluttering as Nines leaned in to steal a kiss. His lips were cool and impossibly soft, though not that different from a human. His tongue was just as slick as it tangled with his own, though his saliva was a little different, maybe slightly oily. It wasn't unpleasant.

"You wouldn't leave me to go home by myself, would you? Anything could happen..." Gavin meant it as a joke, but Nines was well aware of the possibilities. Late-night Detroit wasn't the safest place to be, especially while inebriated. Rape was slightly less likely with Gavin being male, but robbery was a strong possibility, and robberies could get nasty. Nines smiled as Gavin looped his arms around his neck, trying to look sultry but coming off as incredibly dopey. It was endearing, and he couldn't help bringing him in for another fleeting kiss.

"You're right. I couldn't possibly let you go home alone." With that in mind, Nines kept an arm around his waist and led him out to the waiting autocars. Helping him in, he input Gavin's address and settled in for the ride. As soon as the door shut, Gavin pulled him in for another kiss and hooked a leg over his thighs, grumbling a complaint as the autocar blared a warning to put on their seatbelts and reminded them that all rides were recorded. Nines chuckled softly, buckling Gavin's seatbelt and appeasing him with gentle kisses and innocent touches until they pulled up outside his building. It was a nice place with downstairs security and elevators that required key fobs. Luckily, Gavin was awake and sober enough to pull his keys from his pocket and start the elevator.

Stumbling out, he led the way down the hall, walking backwards and refusing to give up Nines' lips for an instant. Nines enjoyed the rough treatment as Gavin pulled him down and leaned back against his door, nails digging into his neck and shoulder. Fumbling the keys, Nines took them and unlocked the door by touch, grabbing Gavin beneath one thigh and lifting him as the door swung inwards. Gavin effortlessly hooked his legs around Nines' waist, breathless and panting as they parted long enough for the door to swing shut.

"Bedroom?"

"That way," Gavin panted with a nod, eagerly returning to Nines' lips as firm hands squeezed his ass and lifted him higher. His cock was almost painful, trapped in snug denim as it was. Nines considered himself lucky he'd had a moment to scan the room and plot a layout in his HUD, so he didn't need to see as he walked smoothly to the indicated door and toed it open. Skittering paws sounded on the carpet as Gizmo startled awake and leapt from the bed, rushing off to hide somewhere in the living area. Gavin remained oblivious, too intent on trying to rid Nines of his shirt. "What? Did I do something wrong?" Gavin seemed a little more sober, eyes worried as Nines set him down and peeled his hands off his shirt.

"Not at all, it's just time for you to sleep," Nines soothed, quietly wondering why Gavin's immediate reaction was to think he was somehow in the wrong. He smiled warmly, enjoying a long, lingering kiss as he pushed Gavin down on the bed. Gavin went willingly, whining softly as he pulled him closer, apparently forgetting about the shirt as he stroked his hair. Rather than rejecting his advances outright, Nines opted to gradually wear him down. He rubbed light circles on his skin and loosened the waist of his jeans to make him more comfortable, kissing him breathless all the while. It didn't take more than a few minutes for the hands on his shoulders to loosen, and soon he was shuffling lower on the pillow to close his tired eyes.

With Gavin passed out and sleeping soundly, Nines got things ready for the morning. Thinking he might be dehydrated and hungover, he explored his kitchen cabinet and found some Alka-Seltzer, which he left on the bedside with a pint of water. In the kitchen, he noted that Gizmo's bowl was empty and his water was stale. He didn't want to risk disrupting his food schedule, but he at least changed the water and offered a small cat treat in apology for barging in and startling him. Gizmo was cautious, hunkering down and shuffling further beneath the kitchen cabinet, eyes wide and wary. Leaving him be, Nines headed across to the sofa, where a cosy-looking fleece blanket had been left in a fluffy heap. It was saturated with Gavin's scent, a light musk coupled with a soft, almost fruity cologne. Being a gentleman, Nines settled down on the sofa and set a light stasis cycle, huddling beneath the blanket and burying his face in the soft material.

It was six hours later that Gavin finally stirred to tiny claws and wailing maws. Gizmo was less than pleased. These nights out were rare, so he was unused to having his feeding schedule disrupted like this. It was after ten in the morning, and he was usually fed at six. Unfortunately, Gavin was notoriously hard to wake when he was hungover. He groaned as sharp teeth nipped his forearm, followed by three quick bats of a paw. Gizmo mewled indignantly as he was pushed away, hopping lightly as he was almost knocked off the bed. Gavin rolled over with a groan and forced his burning eyes open, squinting around in the late morning light and wondering how the hell he got there. What the-There was water on his bedside, and his usual hangover cure. I can't have been that drunk if I managed to do that...If he wasn't that drunk, then why the hell didn't he remember getting home? Another loud meow informed him it wasn't important.

"Sorry Giz, I'll come and get your breakfast." It seemed Gizmo understood as hurried paws skittered through to the kitchen, shortly followed by distant mewling. "Coming!" Dropping a pill into the water and watching it fizz, Gavin grabbed the glass and headed through to the kitchen. Gizmo waited eagerly, pawing his bowl and jumping on the counter as Gavin reached up to grab a sachet. "It's coming, it's coming! You want salmon or chicken?" He held up both packets, unsurprised as Gizmo nipped and pawed the salmon. Ripping the pink packet, he tipped the saucy chunks into his bowl and left him to eat. "Jesus Christ!"

It was only as he straightened up that he noticed the figure lounging on his sofa and almost knocked his water over in surprise. Gulping down his drink, he almost expected it to be his imagination, but when he looked over again, the figure was still there. Looking down at himself, he was still wearing his clothes from the night before, though his flies had been undone at some point. I'm still dressed, so I guess we didn't...Did we? Creeping closer, he circled around enough to see the man's sleeping face and almost had a second heart attack.

"Connor?" The exclamation was enough to jerk the android out of stasis, LED swapping from yellow to blue as he sat up and opened his almost ethereal silvery eyes. Not Connor. Gavin swallowed hard as he looked him up and down, watching his lips curl in amusement.

"I'm getting a sense of déjà vu, Detective." His voice was a lot deeper than Connor's, and he was way more intimidating. Now that he said it, Gavin did have a vague recollection of meeting him at the club the night before. Although his memory trailed off somewhere after drink number four, he remembered dancing and talking about Gizmo with him. He was also pretty sure there was a kiss in there somewhere, so why was he sleeping on the couch? "I borrowed your blanket. I hope you don't mind." Nines seemed a little awkward as he got to his feet and neatly folded the soft material, unsure what to do now that Gavin was awake.

"No, uh...You didn't share the bed." He seemed surprised.

"It seemed improper, given your level of intoxication, and I didn't want to startle you." Gavin snorted at that, having almost had a heart attack after seeing him on the sofa. "It seems I failed in that regard." Nines seemed just as amused as he ran his eyes over Gavin's ruffled hair and crumpled clothes. His stubble was a little longer that morning, and his skin was somewhat pallid from lack of sleep, leaving dark rings beneath his eyes. Ideally, he could do with a few more hours' sleep, but now he was awake, he wouldn't be able to sleep again.

"What are you still doing here? I-I mean-not that you're not welcome, but-it's just-People don't usually stay if they're not getting any, you know?" Nines did not know, but his LED did settle from yellow to blue at the way Gavin was stammering.

"Getting any?" Nines tilted his head cluelessly.

"Yeah...you know." Gavin waved a hand up and down his body in explanation.

"I wanted to ensure you had everything you needed." He'd left water and pills at his bedside, which was already more than most people did. "I also want to take you for breakfast." Gavin let out a soft oh as he looked down at himself, feeling grimy from the night before. Stale sweat and alcohol still clung to his skin, and his clothes were uncomfortable. "Perhaps you should shower and change first." Nines was more than willing to wait. Gavin stammered an agreement before stumbling through to the bedroom. Nines smirked as he watched him go, taking the time to send an alert to Sixty containing his location.

Just so you know, I think plying him with alcohol was cheating. Nevertheless, Nines received a payment of two hundred dollars. One hundred he'd left the night before as insurance, and another hundred from Sixty as payment.

You never said I had to play fair. He also never stipulated that they had to have intercourse, and since no proof was requested, none was provided. Hearing quiet scuffles behind the sofa, Nines peered over the edge to find a large pair of yellow eyes spying on him. Gizmo slinked lower, slowly creeping around the edge to stare up at him. Curious, Nines crouched and held his hand out, patiently waiting as the small pink nose moved closer to bump his fingers.

Are you coming over for dinner later? Connor is asking.

I hope to be busy later. Nines smiled as the pressure increased, and Gizmo accepted the small scratches beneath his chin.

Busy? Doing what?

Gavin, hopefully. Nines smirked, almost laughing out loud as Sixty sent him an image of Connor's face when he shared that information. Nines cut the call short as Gavin entered wearing a fresh set of jeans and a soft V-neck top. It was navy blue, a few shades darker than his jeans, and emphasised the blue flecks in his eyes. They really were quite striking, like glittering marble. His hair was still wet, hastily brushed back with a few loose strands falling across his brow. He seemed a little uncertain as he grabbed his leather jacket, a clearly well-loved item that shrouded his figure as he slipped it on.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I know androids don't eat, so it seems a little unfair for me to-" He fell silent as Nines' finger came to rest against his lips.

"I want to." Gavin remained silent, accepting the keys that were dropped in his palm a moment later as Nines led the way out.