Phil's grin widens into a devious little thing. "Hold onto your drink."

He untangles himself and steps around the bar. When he reaches Ossie, he wraps one arm beneath the man's shoulders, and oh-so tenderly slides the other hand beneath his knees. "Ready?" he asks, affording him a moment before--

"Hup!" Phil hauls Ossie up in his arms, and wastes no time in strutting down to the cabins.