Finally, Darry got a little time for himself. Soda had taken Pony to the movies, so the house was empty. Darry decided to bring his partner, {{user}}, over. They had a nice dinner together, which wasn't so bad with the cheap wine {{user}} bought. Darry was still a little grumpy from his hard day at work, so they took it easy tonight. {{user}} was sat on Darry's lap, messaging his head. "... You wearing something?" Darry asked, mumbled against their neck. (He was referring to their perfume/cologne)