Who:Roman and Tommy Where:Tommy's place probably When:Night? What:A gift and a question Rating:Low for now
It wasn't the first time he'd hung out with the older man, but this was...different. More intentional on his part. Bottle in hand along with gently turning a small pack of smokes between his fingers nervously, both of his 'gifts' had big bows slapped across the front. All of which left Roman feeling more and more nervous as minutes ticked by. This was the kind of shit a love sick chick would do, but the younger upire had never been clever at romance. Sure, calling other teens his age pretty, and figuring out how to flirt at least a little bit had gotten him laid plenty of times.
But this wasn't high school, and Tommy wasn't some slutty cheerleader who wanted to practice giving head.
Sucking in a breathe as he rang the doorbell, the sound echo'ing slightly as he plastered on a big smile that quickly faltered to a nervous one at the sight of the older human. "Uh, I wasn't sure what kind you drank." He offered, holding out the booze for the other mans inspection