The sailors' tales are fascinating to Mikey, though he's far from pleased with the liberties they start to take with Gerard's person as they become unsteady and affectionate. Clapping his shoulder and laughing--one who had become suspiciously effusive about a certain cabin boy even touched his hair.
"She jus', jus'--" one of the sailors is swaying a little even though he's seated. "--jus' sucks." Gerard is blushing pink, but none of the sailor's noticed--all of them are more than flushed with drink, and haven't noticed that he hasn't touched his tankard. Mikey's more than frustrated--he can't ask any of things he's wondering, because they'd only laugh him off as a curious child--and all these men are touching Gerard. Making sure that the table covers his actions, Mikey slips a hand down to rub at Gerard's thigh.
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Date: 2008-03-03 07:29 pm (UTC)"She jus', jus'--" one of the sailors is swaying a little even though he's seated. "--jus' sucks." Gerard is blushing pink, but none of the sailor's noticed--all of them are more than flushed with drink, and haven't noticed that he hasn't touched his tankard. Mikey's more than frustrated--he can't ask any of things he's wondering, because they'd only laugh him off as a curious child--and all these men are touching Gerard. Making sure that the table covers his actions, Mikey slips a hand down to rub at Gerard's thigh.