[hr][hr][center][h3][color=#97e300]Miguel de la Cruz[/color]
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[color=#97e300]ǝʇɹǝnW ɐl ǝp lǝnƃᴉW[/color][/h3][hr][color=#97e300]Location:[/color] Château de La Lune: Dining Room
[color=#97e300]Skills:[/color] N/A [/center][hr][hr]	Miguel was speechless, absolutely fucking gobsmacked, stunned beyond all belief as the man next to him - Ricky or something? Maybe Raul? Robert? Romeo? - said he was [i]also bi[/i]. 

	He opened his mouth to protest, to insist that he couldn’t be bi, and that he [i]definitely[/i] hadn’t been sneaking glances at the man next to him, and he most certainly had [i]not[/i] noted the softness of his lips when doing so. He stared at the fist bump, temporarily forgetting what he was supposed to do with that - like he was an alien who had never been to Earth before, encountering the locals and their strange customs. 

	When his voice came back to him, it was low and hoarse: [color=#97e300]"No pensé que alguien aquí hablaba español. Mierda.”[/color] He wasn’t out. Not for lack of trying. 

	[color=dae8c1]“Portuguese.”[/color] Ralph confessed. He traced back what most of what Miguel said. [color=dae8c1]“Posso manter isso em segredo se você preferir.”[/color] He winced a bit. Unsure how much of that would translate.

	Barely any of that translated. Fucking Portguese. Drunk Spanish. It was like Alex trying to do his Duolingo lessons after he’d had one too many - he could hardly understand a word. But Miguel wasn’t the sort of man to admit to that - or to ask for something repeated. He lived his life impulsively. So when all he caught was [i]if you prefer[/i], Miguel shook his head furiously. [color=#97e300]”No, no, no,”[/color] he insisted. He definitely did [i]not[/i] prefer. Not at all. He made a point of looking away from Ralph, as if to show how much he didn’t prefer the company of men, and his gaze gratefully settled on an employee carrying three dishes of food, asking him which one he wanted. They were supposed to have made choices earlier? Wild. No one told him that. 

	[color=#97e300]”Um, can I have all of them? I’m pretty hungry, ngl,”[/color] Miguel admitted. He was too flustered to really make a choice - too aware of how stupid he’d been, not to punch someone in a crowded dinner, but to assume none of these people would understand Spanish. 

	“Of course, monsieur,” Felix said, placing the three plates near Miguel, it was lucky the seat to his right was open.

	A moment later, one of his rivals from YouTube approached - Sam Boogara. Miguel had heard some crazy shit about him - things that even he, as a ghost hunter who sought out to prove the existence of ghosts and demons, had a hard time believing. Fans were insane at times, though. There’d been a moment where his own fan base had insisted his partner had been possessed by a revenant, after all - and even now, he was still seeing gif sets about it all. 

	What he didn’t expect, though, was for Sam to be so… chill. He fixed Miguel’s shirt collar, even complimented him (maybe?) on it, and one thing led to another, as it often did with him, and his shirt was off and Sam’s hand went [i]dangerously[/i] close to something that wasn’t a rock, but rather a hard place. 

	Of course, his thoughts were filled with someone else’s hard place - as he quickly imagined a few Juno positions he might want to try with him… 

	He winced as the other man walked back off, and quickly became aware of how batshit crazy it was for him to be shirtless in a fancy dinner setting, thinking about fucking another ghost hunter - his impulsiveness made for great YouTube thumbnails, but here? He felt pinpricks of shame and embarrassment as he put his shirt back on, the collar sticking up on one side, and he cleared his throat, his stomach growling as an echo. The salad had been [i]horrible[/i]. And as he looked at the food and wine in front of him, he realized he didn’t have much of an idea of which one to drink with what - was the steak supposed to go with the white wine? Or the red? Could he just pour them both into one cup and make a pink? Would that go with everything then? 

	[color=#97e300]”As much as I’d love to see how much meat I can fit in my mouth at once, this is probably a lot, even for me,”[/color] Miguel admitted, glancing down towards his immediate neighbors - towards Sam and Ralph. [color=#97e300]”You want some?”[/color]

	First the comment about nuts, now meat? Sam was [i]dying[/i] internally in his seat. Why did all the straight men have to be so obliviously dumb towards the things they said. It was as if they were playing a game with gay and bi guys. Still…[color=a6fef2]”I wouldn't mind sharing some if you're offering. I heard the chef is amazing so getting a little tour de france would be nice.”[/color] Sam said towards Miguel's open ended offer. 

	[color=#97e300]”Here, take my meat then,”[/color] Miguel said, picking up the plate with his steak on it, and extending it out past Ralph, and over to Sam. [color=#97e300]”There’s already some sauce on it, so it should be pretty juicy, I hope.”[/color]

	Sam tried to hide his thoughts, his emotions. But Miguel was just full of innuendo's it seemed. He hadn't expected for the plate to cross over and across Ralph, but Miguel didn't leave Sam much of a choice. Ironically Sam had wanted the fish to try as he already had a steak but…oh well. He leaned over, getting closer to Ralph and he placed a hand on his upper thigh. Gently, but firmly, holding onto his leg as he grabbed the plate with his free hand and placed it between himself and Ralph. His hand sliding off his thigh before grabbing his knife and fork again. [Color=a6fef2]”I uh, thanks. I hope it's juicy too. I mean mines juicy, my meat, I mean steak. It's a juicy steak. So I'm sure yours is also…juicy.”[/color] Sam desperately needed more wine. 

	[color=#97e300]”Me gustaría probar tu carne,”[/color] Miguel said without thinking, [i]immediately[/i] forgetting that the man to his left could understand (more or less) every fucking word he said. 

	He then cut into his salmon. 

	[i]Had he ever tried this one?[/i]

[hider=Translations]"No pensé que alguien aquí hablaba español. Mierda" = Didn’t think anyone else here spoke Spanish. Shit. 
“Posso manter isso em segredo se você preferir.” - I can keep it a secret if you would prefer.
“Me gustaría probar tu carne” = I’d like to try your meat.
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