When Numbers Get Serious (Josh)
May 14, 2012 23:26:17 GMT -5
Post by Dr. Sean Neville on May 14, 2012 23:26:17 GMT -5
“Someone younger. Someone shorter, perhaps, so you could be the tall one.” Sean’s responses were deliberate to let Josh know that this was merely teasing. He was well aware of the fact that his partner wasn’t interested in anyone else, and he had no concerns about that. By making references to not only age, when he knew the other man had a narrow window of acceptable age differences, but also shortness, when he knew that Josh preferred tall men, he hoped to make his point. He then finished with his chicken wing, set the bones down on his plate, and then wiped his mouth with his napkin.
“Not at all. It is your birthday celebration, after all. You can make all of the suggestions you want.” The telepath reached for his scotch to finish off the liquid in the glass. Setting it down again, he pushed it, and his appetizer plate, to the side, making what room he could, given the amount of food left and the dishes still on the table. Having cleared what space he could, he leaned forward, careful not to stick his elbow into mushrooms or sauce. “What did you have in mind?”
His eyes twinkled, communicating silently that making out was most certainly an acceptable suggestion. The booth was isolated enough to give them privacy, and the lights were dim enough in the area that he was sure that they wouldn’t attract attention. Besides, they would hardly be the first couple to get a little close at this club, surely.
The telepath returned the nudge of his foot. “I’ve eaten as much as you have, so that should even everything out. Besides, I have a cab number in my phone; if worse comes to worst, you can pick through my pockets. However...” His lips curled into a smile. “I think I can find the strength to carry you.”
“Not at all. It is your birthday celebration, after all. You can make all of the suggestions you want.” The telepath reached for his scotch to finish off the liquid in the glass. Setting it down again, he pushed it, and his appetizer plate, to the side, making what room he could, given the amount of food left and the dishes still on the table. Having cleared what space he could, he leaned forward, careful not to stick his elbow into mushrooms or sauce. “What did you have in mind?”
His eyes twinkled, communicating silently that making out was most certainly an acceptable suggestion. The booth was isolated enough to give them privacy, and the lights were dim enough in the area that he was sure that they wouldn’t attract attention. Besides, they would hardly be the first couple to get a little close at this club, surely.
The telepath returned the nudge of his foot. “I’ve eaten as much as you have, so that should even everything out. Besides, I have a cab number in my phone; if worse comes to worst, you can pick through my pockets. However...” His lips curled into a smile. “I think I can find the strength to carry you.”