Re: Jazz, Absinthe & Dylan
Dylan laughed, taking the vodka and raising the small glass in cheers before swallowing down the content. "Are you trying to get me drunk tonight?" he asked with a laugh. "I knew you were just after my gorgeous arse," he teased.
He leaned forward lowering his voice to a near whisper - or as close to a whisper that was allowed in places like this. "You know, I'm not a girl, you don't need to get me drunk to hit on me. I'm easy enough anyway." Winking he pulled back, a smirk on his lips. Really he should just flirt all the time it made life easier. Even when it didn't.
Pulling back and smiling, he shook his head. "I can't believe I'm about to say this twice in as many days." Especially given his track record in relationships. "But talk to him. If you're not that into him it's best he knows, and if you are-" He shrugged. "Just my views of things, but then what the fuck do I know?"