Re: Travis/Thomas
TJ raised an eyebrow, intent on not giving up his champagne. But, seeing Travis grab the wine, he chuckled and finished what little remained of the champagne in one go before putting the flute down and following after the other man. This time he did roll his eyes as he came to stand next to Travis.
"This suit may not be the best, but it's still not made for slumming it on the ground," he remarked drily as he took the bottle from Travis. Taking a sip, he smirked before handing the bottle back. "Unless sex is involved, of course." Not that sex where anyone could see them was very high on his list of things to do if he runs out of things to do before he dies. He hadn't been joking when he told Kinney he preferred discretion and privacy. "House. My room." If he was going to indulge Travis' questions, something he couldn't believe he was contemplating and which must be the first sign of insanity by way of boredom setting in, he was going to do it where he could smoke without freezing. TJ might bend to the no smoking in the house rule everywhere else, but few enough people were going to be in his room that it didn't matter there.
He began to walk, letting Travis follow or not as he pleased and waiting to address the rest of what the man said until he was far from his parents' possible hearing.