"Just some half an hour to reach the further out islands. I'm not taking you to some tourist trap," Sean grins as he smoothly manoeuvres them out of the harbour. Having a small, agile boat is pretty nice, getting out of the mess of muscle boats is easy as breathing.
However, he doesn't want to attract any unwanted attention, so he keeps the going easy and sweet until they reach open water.
Not that Jay thinks Sean's leading him to his demise.
He takes a moment to prowl about the deck while Sean gets them moving, taking note of the safety gear, how far they're getting from the other boats and so on. Then Jay eventually comes to sit again and takes to watching Sean again, smirking as he asks, "Do road safety rules apply out here, or can I get you a drink while you take us out?"
They're still going at a mild speed and this particular boat doesn't really gear up to any wild mileage in any case. Sean shakes his head and gestures Jay to join him at the steering wheel.
"It's better not to hold a beer while driving at least. Even a corrupt cop might take that as an invitation."
He makes room at the wheel, reaching out to draw Jay between himself and the wheel, letting his hand linger on Jay's waist.
Handsy, isn't he? Just as well Jay's feeling relaxed and doesn't just retaliate with a punch, simply smiling with mild amusement as he's tucked in against Sean's front and suddenly behind the wheel.
"I'm pretty sure there are laws against having someone without a license driving the boat..." Jay muses even as he takes the wheel. "Guess I can count on you to argue with the coast guard if we get flagged?"
"I'm going to throw you over the board and pretend I was out here alone," Sean teases as he reaches over Jay's shoulder to point at the distance. "You see the rock rising from the ocean there, like a jagged tooth. You want to keep us on the right side of it. But when we're past it, head to the left."
He isn't going to step away, because Keys is notoriously hard to navigate and he has no desire to find a hole in the bottom of his boat. But he lets go of the wheel and steps back a little, just enough that he isn't actually forcing himself on Jay's personal space. Because he wasn't invited there just yet.
It's a shame that Sean steps back, because Jay was rather enjoying that warm bulk against him. But they aren't quite there, yet, and Jay's not about to push to be there already. Give them time with a few beers and making some more flirty comments, maybe.
"All right, I think I can do that." It seems straightforward enough, right? He then tosses a playful little smirk over his shoulder as he asks, "Is this your opportunity to drink while you put me to work, then?"
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you're trying to get me drunk, Mr. Bishop." Sean laughs but swaggers away to the cabin while Jay is driving them onward at a reasonable pace.
Coming back with just one bottle, Sean offers it to his date while he takes his earlier place, scouting the scenery past Jay's shoulder. "We can share one."
As much as he jokes, he isn't about to break the law.
"If you get drunk off of one beer, you've got no one else to blame but yourself for being a lightweight," Jay scoffs, though he still toasts Sean with the bottle as he takes a sip. Then he's holding it back for the cop to take a drink himself, clearly unbothered about swapping spit by proxy. "Maybe I should stay sober to be your designated driver, then."
"Maybe I am a light weight," Sean teases as he picks up the beer and takes a swig from it. "Would you think less of me if I were?"
Practically living in the roadhouse most of the nights, he has built quite a bit of resistance to alcohol along the years. But it's pretty rare to see Sean actually drunk. He doesn't like it, probably because his dad drank quite a bit. Enough to kill himself with it.
Jay snorts and shakes his head, both hands now on the wheel and eyes ahead. "I'm scum, but I don't shame people for their biological shortcomings," he reassures Sean. "So long as you don't go and be an idiot drinking yourself under the table despite knowing you're a lightweight."
He's only partially joking, there, because if there's one thing he and his brother share in common is that they don't suffer fools.
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However, he doesn't want to attract any unwanted attention, so he keeps the going easy and sweet until they reach open water.
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"Just a regular trap, hm?"
Not that Jay thinks Sean's leading him to his demise.
He takes a moment to prowl about the deck while Sean gets them moving, taking note of the safety gear, how far they're getting from the other boats and so on. Then Jay eventually comes to sit again and takes to watching Sean again, smirking as he asks, "Do road safety rules apply out here, or can I get you a drink while you take us out?"
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"It's better not to hold a beer while driving at least. Even a corrupt cop might take that as an invitation."
He makes room at the wheel, reaching out to draw Jay between himself and the wheel, letting his hand linger on Jay's waist.
"Grab the wheel?"
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Handsy, isn't he? Just as well Jay's feeling relaxed and doesn't just retaliate with a punch, simply smiling with mild amusement as he's tucked in against Sean's front and suddenly behind the wheel.
"I'm pretty sure there are laws against having someone without a license driving the boat..." Jay muses even as he takes the wheel. "Guess I can count on you to argue with the coast guard if we get flagged?"
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He isn't going to step away, because Keys is notoriously hard to navigate and he has no desire to find a hole in the bottom of his boat. But he lets go of the wheel and steps back a little, just enough that he isn't actually forcing himself on Jay's personal space. Because he wasn't invited there just yet.
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It's a shame that Sean steps back, because Jay was rather enjoying that warm bulk against him. But they aren't quite there, yet, and Jay's not about to push to be there already. Give them time with a few beers and making some more flirty comments, maybe.
"All right, I think I can do that." It seems straightforward enough, right? He then tosses a playful little smirk over his shoulder as he asks, "Is this your opportunity to drink while you put me to work, then?"
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Coming back with just one bottle, Sean offers it to his date while he takes his earlier place, scouting the scenery past Jay's shoulder. "We can share one."
As much as he jokes, he isn't about to break the law.
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"If you get drunk off of one beer, you've got no one else to blame but yourself for being a lightweight," Jay scoffs, though he still toasts Sean with the bottle as he takes a sip. Then he's holding it back for the cop to take a drink himself, clearly unbothered about swapping spit by proxy. "Maybe I should stay sober to be your designated driver, then."
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Practically living in the roadhouse most of the nights, he has built quite a bit of resistance to alcohol along the years. But it's pretty rare to see Sean actually drunk. He doesn't like it, probably because his dad drank quite a bit. Enough to kill himself with it.
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Jay snorts and shakes his head, both hands now on the wheel and eyes ahead. "I'm scum, but I don't shame people for their biological shortcomings," he reassures Sean. "So long as you don't go and be an idiot drinking yourself under the table despite knowing you're a lightweight."
He's only partially joking, there, because if there's one thing he and his brother share in common is that they don't suffer fools.