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Tramp tutted softly as he rose and wandered over to Ashton. He placed a light hand on Ashton's bared chest. "Sweetness, as much as I do enjoy feasting my eyes on this bit of yumminess, you need to do up your buttons to look swank."

Ashton's face got a little redder at Tramp's words, and his heart sped up a little when he touched Ashton's chest. "O-okay..." He said softly, although he made no move to button up the shirt a little more.

Tramp smiled and trailed one finger up Ashton's breastbone, up his neck, giving his chin a tiny flick.  "I normally strip clothing off, not put them on, but let's see if I can do reverse."  Nimble fingers carefully Did Ashton's buttons, leaving the collar open.  "There.  Now, your hair..."  He turned to fetch a brush.  "Where did I leave that..."

Ashton swallowed hard as Tramp went to get the brush. What was that? Was Ashton really so out of how to do anything romantic that he was putty like that in Tramp's hands? Or was Tramp just that good that Ashton had felt a little aroused by that?

Tramp located his brush and turned back to Ashton.  He hummed happily as he brushed Ashton's hair, his movements more loose-jointed than they had been before.  "There.  That's better.  Now you are ready!"

"Th-that's it?" Ashton asked softly. "Do you, ah, have any advice before I meet this chick?"

"I was expecting a lot more work, but Mommy did good," Tramp replied, turning to drop back onto his couch.  "What do you do when you get to a door with a lady?"

Ashton paused to remember what Geena told him. "Open it for her?"

"Point!" Tramp cheered.  "When you approach the table, what do you do?"

Ashton paused again. "Chair... pull her chair out for her?" He asked. Ashton shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He was incredibly nervous.

Tramp applauded.  "Point two!  And who pays?"

"I do." Ashton said a little more confidently. That one he remembered, hence why he made sure he had plenty of cash tonight.

"Gold star for Ashy!" Tramp cheered, bouncing excitedly.  "I'm so proud of you.  You're going to do great!"

Ashton laughed softly. "Wish I shared your confidence in me." He admitted. "I am so nervous of messing up!"

Tramp stood and went to Ashton.  "Awe, love, you'll be fine!"  He leaned over and wrapped Ashton in a hug.  "Just fine!"

Ashton froze, not sure what to do. After a moment, he hesitantly hugged Tramp back. "Thanks." He murmured.

Tramp patted his back then went limp.
"Hello!  Anyone here?" called a female voice.  A girl walked in, dressed in what looked to be country chic.  She had all the right parts in all the right places, but wasn't over the top in dress or with what God gave her.

Ashton was strong and solid, but his touch was very gentle still. He looked over at the girl over his shoulder. "Oh, ah, hi? Who are you?"

"I'm Maralyn."  She snorted at the sight of Tramp draped over Ashton.  "Did he pass out already?  I told him to go easy."

"Oh!" Ashton exclaimed, and looked at Tramp in his arms. "I, uh, suppose so..." He easily picked up Tramp more or less bridal style and carried him to the couch before setting him down on it gently. "Does he do this often?"

Maralyn gave him a look.  "He's a druggie.  Of course he crashes.  They all do, and the way he was hitting it earlier, I'm surprised it took him this long.  Now, then, Tramp said you wanted a date?"

Ashton gave Tramp a sad and slightly tired look. He knew Lex used to be more of a druggie, but had cut back to just weed around the time he and Ashton started to hang out more. He looked back at Maralyn. "Oh! Uh, not exactly a date, er, not a real one. More like a practice or how to. I, ah, kind of have no clue how."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she grumbled, waving a hand.  "I know, I do this a lot.  You look passable.  Alright, where are we going?"

Ashton thought for a moment. "The... Grey Gull?" He asked more so than stated.

She actually smiled at that.  "That's a decent place.  Good choice.  Shall we go, or stick around to watch him sleep?"