His night was just wonderful, and Zach was enjoying the ride when the question blindsided him. At first his mouth opened slightly, to say Fred's name, but Zach closed it, looking at the other bloke carefully. All thoughts that might have been there were wiped away at the way Fred - it was Fred right? - spoke next. His heart beat faster, but the question still ate away at him.
Leaning forward a little, Zach took a large sip of the beer. He checked out what he could see of Fred, then focused on what he could remember - when Fred left and came back. And he had seen George ever so briefly when he first came in. The shirt was the same. The shoes were the same. Okay, Zach hadn't been paying the best attention to the jeans, instead having checked out the arse they contained. But it all...checked out.
Zach looked at Fred, at the twin in front of him, very carefully. But no, he didn't know their facial features or hair well enough to tell them apart that way. But there was something in the way Fred - the bloke - had asked that question, as if he didn't know. It implied he didn't know. And that made him feel like it was..."George?" It was more of a question than a statement.
And if it were George, was it wrong to have flirted with both of them? And he was flirting back! He didn't even know what was acting fair here and what wasn't. It wasn't his fault that he was rather interested in what the better idea was. "As I said, I'm open to better ideas," Zach added.