It shouldn't matter that they were all alone there. Surrounded by so many and yet alone in the ways that could only matter to criminals and married men. Alone. No one casing them. No one that knew what they were doing. Just alone. It was intoxicating and frightening for someone that worked hard to stay safe and be anonymous to open himself up to being just that. Himself.
"Then we'll skip the wine and go with a good single malt," he asked, pushing things because it seemed fun. "Though we should end with real absinthe then."
Maybe he was trying to get drunk. Or maybe he liked the idea of seeing where they could end up and how wild things could get. Either way, he was eager to see just where things could go. "Unless you want to keep this sober," he teased.
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Date: 2012-05-22 11:18 pm (UTC)"Then we'll skip the wine and go with a good single malt," he asked, pushing things because it seemed fun. "Though we should end with real absinthe then."
Maybe he was trying to get drunk. Or maybe he liked the idea of seeing where they could end up and how wild things could get. Either way, he was eager to see just where things could go.
"Unless you want to keep this sober," he teased.