Humming a contented little sound against the soft spot right in front of Jim's ear, Isaiah pulled back and threw a few bills onto the bar, the motion happening without his eyes leaving Jim. He was drinking the other man in with much more voracity than he'd shown his alcohol. Because liquor was just that, was a drink, was something nice in a glass that gave him a buzz and left him with a headache. But a partner? Now that was something really worth his time.
True, his type were the usual gym rats, were guys all buffed out and wearing thousand dollar suits. But there was something very appealing about Jim, something soft and broken that Isaiah wanted to lose himself in for the night.
His hand settled at the small of Jim's back and he lead him out into the street, leaning in to murmur, "If I'm not overly affectionate until we get inside, don't take it personally. Not exactly out, not in public." Then he pulled away with a quick conspiratorial grin, the look he gave Jim heated and wanting, like if it wasn't for being in the middle of everything he'd be on his knees in five seconds flat.