I just have to butt in and squeal about how much love I have for this fic. First of all, brilliant characterizations. I just love your Jensen's inner voice. So angsty and snarky and underneath, a thread of hopeless romanticism, subtle and shining like the purest gold. And your Jared, granted we don't really see him, but how Jensen interacts with him, and how he reacts to Jensen, perfect.

Secondly, I love the drinks, they really elevate this piece from lovely to remarkable. Such a beautiful device, dramatic and romantic and funny! all at once. It reminds me of the language of the flowers, with more alcohol and less allergies.

Thirdly, your language. Simple, elegant, verging on poetry. Similes, metaphors all flowing together into a beautiful vibrant dream. I also love how the dialogue was distinct from the descriptions and Jensen's thoughts, yet everything flowed together seamlessly.

And fourthly, I love how everything was Seriously. Fucking. BRILLIANT.

For this you get the Jensen smoking icon of smoking hotness. Because nothing is hotter than Jensen feeding his oral fixation. Unless it's Jared feeding Jensen's oral fixation