New Encounters (Fry)

His eyebrows raised curiously at the question, and his smile grew wider as he stepped closer to Fry, closely watching the other's expression as he filled the space between them. "If it's comfortable," he replied, a hint of teasing in his deep voice.

Fry tried to hide his blush a little and went to his bedroom, turning on the light and putting another pillow on the bed

The pegasus stallion followed wordlessly.  He had been in this type of situation before, but he wasn't certain about Fry.  Stepping closer, he brushed up closer, nuzzling against the other stallion's cheek.  Bo couldn't resist asking in a hushed voice.  "What do you think of me?"

Fry blushed even more "Well.. I do think you are cute" he said quietly looking at him

It gave Bo a little thrill to see how his actions were affecting Fry. Perhaps the cook pony was inexperienced. Either way, Bo knew as much as he needed to. With a wing, he pulled Fry closer to him still. He kissed the stallion - but gently, to tease him further.

Fry blushes as bo kissed him and moved even closer to hug him

For a long, lingering moment, Bo stood there in the would-be stranger's embrace before he finally pulled away to jump onto the bed for the night.  He briefly considered whether or not he would still be there in the morning - but figuring that his newfound friend was a cook, it would be worthwhile to stick around for a little while and perhaps get free breakfast, as well.

Fry got on the bed as well, pulling the blanket over them and looking Bo in the eyes, then smiling and looking away shily

His dark mane spread out across the pillow where he rest his head, wondering how the night had taken such an interesting turn - not that this was highly unusual for a stallion such as Bo, but he guessed it was a stranger situation for Fry.  He looked across the pillow to the pony laying beside him. "What are you thinking about, Fry?"

"About you" He said moving a little closer and resting his head on his chest

Though Fry was not likely to see it, a satisfied smile had spread across the crimson stallion's features as the chef pony laid his head to rest upon Bo's chest. As his tired eyelids drifted shut and sleep threatened to overcome him, the shameless pegasus murmured a simple response: "Good."

Fry dozed off as well, sleeping peacefully on his chest

It was strange, sleeping in a stranger's bed - though for Bo, not uncommon. He had a way of making friends, though those 'friendships' tended to be short. He drifted to sleep, still feeling the alcohol's affects.

-The next morning-
Fry slowly woke up, rubbing his eyes and noticing his head hurt a bit