John was actually blushing (John Allerdyce, scourge of emotions and romance and killer of way too many people, blushing) when he got up on his feet, grinning and near bashful and all long hair that had to be tucked back behind his ears so he wasn't looking like the bad end of a broom.
It was only then that he actually breathed, and started to relax. "...Do you need a drink? I need a drink. Champagne! Yes." And with that, he dragged Bobby off to the champagne bar.
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Date: 2016-01-08 11:20 am (UTC)Kissing, yes, okay, that was happening, and applause - which just made John grin more, and turn around to take a bit of a bow, ironic and posed. "Now put on the damn ring, dumbass," he told his boyfriend-no-fiancé, sliding it onto the correct finger, and then offering the matching ring with garnets so Bobby could do the honours to him. "A pair, see?"
It was only then that he actually breathed, and started to relax. "...Do you need a drink? I need a drink. Champagne! Yes." And with that, he dragged Bobby off to the champagne bar.