Peeking out through pink lips, shiny and wet with spit, a soft tongue flirts with him, shamelessly teasing him to come claim it with his mouth. Lips curling into a wide grin, Brian watches as it sweeps over white enamel, taunting him as though it had a mind of its own.
Brian can’t keep his eyes off of it as it swirls around the head of a beer bottle, dips to catch a rogue bead of liquid pearling down the side.
“Fucking twat,” Brian grumbles as he grabs his arm and pulls him towards the bathroom.