Re: Klaus Hargreeves and Jack Rackham
"Oh, Jack.. Forward would be me dragging you back to my apartment after this whole shindig." He chortled under his breath, waving the thought away physically. "But you're so impressionable and I'd rather not spoil you for the rest of the evening."
Mouth quirking, he tore a bit of the flyer off and wrote his number down on it in what he hoped was legible handwriting, but lets be honest: there wasn't very much legible about him to begin with.
"Think of me when you're drifting off to sleep tonight." He smiled, folding the flyer with Jack's number on it up into a square and standing to tuck it into a very tight pocket of his obscenely tight pants. Giving the man a suggestive wink, Klaus turned and wandered over in the general direction of the bar, hoping to get properly lubricated up before the next round.