Emil stays close, even as he finishes off his beer, lingering there even as he hears a brief upswing of noise, a group laughing off to one side that included the twins that Emil had maintained close contact with. He isn't paying them any mind at the money, and doesn't seem to notice the violet eyes that move over him as if keeping an eye out for trouble. Who it was the man was expecting it from was anyone's guess.

Emil chuckles quietly at the mental image of Phichit's reel suddenly hostile a stack of risque photos. He knows Phichit is generally more careful than that, but he can't help but think that that would be pretty sexy, to be honest.

The kiss catches him before he can say more just yet, and Emil leans into it happily. He briefly sucks the taste of Seung-Gil's drink off his lips, before straightening up and running his free hand up the shallow curve of the other man's side.

"I was just thinking the same thing. If we hurry we might be able to commandeer the one with the enormous shower." The last time he'd been invited to one of these gatherings, three of them had crowded into the stall after having drunk far too much between them. There was probably still a post up on one of their facebooks after that, suds everywhere and too much clothing for it to have been comfortable for everyone but him, who had been trying to use it for its intended purposes before Cristophe and one of his guests had burst in.