Roger James Timothy Davies (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} rogeringdavies) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
"I know, I know," Roger replied with a smile. "I just didn't want to assume on the one single night you'd decide to start drinking for some ungodly reason, and then where would be huh? Walking home and probably detouring into an alleyway for me to blow you." He paused for a second to order a one of the glittery concoctions on offer and then looked back at his lover. "I think because it's flashy, and pretty, and kind of a little too much and that's basically a perfect analogy for pride."
Drink in hand, he led Marcus over to a little booth and pushed him down onto the seat before sitting down almost on top of him. "Hi," he said with a sly smile, leaning forward to kiss the other man on the side of the neck.