"Well, then," he said, leaning in slightly, "you've got nice eyes, Justin." Tristan smiled back. Briefly, just briefly, as he looked into his eyes, he thought about seeing what images were floating around the forefront of Justin's thoughts. However, he refrained, reminding himself that he'd been drinking, and he might not be able to. Or he might get caught. No sense doing something subtly if you're going to get caught, after all. Instead, he leaned back again and finished his drink.
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