Make A Move [Meloghia]

Make A Move

It was a Friday night and there were no missions which meant a free night for La Squadra to get drunk. The week had been a long one and Ghiaccio had found it harder than usual to get his partner Melone out of his head. The constant touching and flirting were beginning to get to Ghiaccio. He wanted Melone to make a move already. He was certainly much more confident and experienced with this than Ghiaccio was. Getting drunk would be the perfect opportunity for something to happen but he noticed that Melone was rather quiet tonight. He'd been nursing the same glass of wine for the last hour. Ghiaccio had been drinking for a while now and Formaggio kept egging him on to get another drink.

"Man, come on. I thought you could drink?" Formaggio teased.

"Bitch, I always drink more than you! I don't know why you keep insisting on besting me," Ghiaccio said.

"He can't say no to a challenge," said Illuso as he mixed another drink.

"A challenge implies he has a chance of winning," Ghiaccio retorted.

"Damn, Ghi! Who says I can't win?" Formaggio took another sip of his beer.

"History," Ghiaccio said. He glanced at his partner to see if he was watching. Melone quietly typed on his laptop ignoring the festivities around him. He was usually the first to get sloshed and would be draped around Ghiaccio by now, sometimes laying across his lap. Ghiaccio noticed Illuso following his gaze leading Illuso to notice the uncharacteristic behavior.

"Hey, Melone. Don't you want something else to drink? You've barely had anything," Illuso commented.

"I'm good," Melone said in a toneless inflection.

"Yeah, for real. You're usually the first one trashed. What's up?" Formaggio asked as he left Ghiaccio to lean against the arm of the couch. Melone continued to disregard them.

"I just don't want anything to drink right now," insisted Melone.

"That's really weird for you," Prosciutto said, chiming into the strange behavior. He sat next to Risotto on the loveseat. Risotto watched with guarded eyes.

"If he doesn't want to drink, that's his choice," Risotto said. The rest shrugged and went back to their conversations. Formaggio stood up and walked back over to talk with Illuso and Pesci. The latter was drinking milk. Fucking weirdo.

Ghiaccio flopped next to Melone on the couch putting a foot up on the coffee table and nudged him. "What's really up?"

"Nothing." He didn't look at Ghiaccio.

"Bullshit," Ghiaccio said as he took another drink and set the glass down on the table with a clatter.

"I just don't want to Ghiaccio." Melone hadn't called him "Ghia." What was going on? Ghiaccio sat up and stretched his arms out on the back of the couch. He noticed Melone lean forward away from Ghiaccio's arms. That struck him as really odd. He thought Melone might actually lean into him or something. That was just part of his relationship with Melone. That's how he knew everything was normal.

Things were not normal right now and he was going to find out why. Even if that meant making the first move. Ghiaccio sat forward and downed the rest of his drink.

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Melone had been dwelling on his dream from the night before. He and Ghiaccio had been on a date at a carnival where members of Passione were running each of the games and rides. Ghiaccio had been so nice and sweet to him in the dream, treating him like a boyfriend. He even pulled down his mask at one point and kissed him on the lips. It had been a nice dream and it left Melone in a state of reverie for most of the day. He wanted to keep daydreaming with a clear head.