Daniel/BB
He tossed back another shot, more than a little grateful to have booze as a distraction, both from her and from the attendees themselves. He had looked to the doorway far more often than he should, never fully expecting to see Chris enter, still incapable of stopping himself.
"You swear I don't have to do anything stupid to my hair? His looks shorter. I'm not doing some strict military cut thing. Or the old school horns or ears or whatever." He twisted his hand in his hair, tugging outward at one thick black lock. It stood only a moment before falling, attractively messy as ever. He reached for another shot as the waitress pranced past.
"I dunno, BB. This sounds pretty lame. Almost as lame as that card you left in my box." He pointed his index finger at her around the side of the shot glass. "Don't even pretend you don't know what I'm talkin' about."