Re: Log: Archie and Adrian
Adrian hadn't gotten a look at that ass yet, but he would. Give him time, a man had priorities. "A family of alds," he said, leaning into the bar, fond of the concept in a way that a buzz made everything cute and sweet and remarkable. The comment about the Irish elicited a bark of laughter that wasn't exactly cute, but it was sincere. His voice carried, and there was a touch of English in it on certain syllables. Once, it had been much more pronounced. Not anymore.
Adrian watched the exchange between the barman and his charming new companion with amusement. "I don't think anybody's run me a bath since I was like five," he said. The statement caused an inexplicable sensation, nothing to do with the current situation, that rolled up and through him, cold and a little nervy. It faded after another second or two. He looked up at the fingers in his hair. "You're ballsy," he said. His hand was still on his drink. "This is a straight people bar and you're gently touching my hair." No complaints, apparently. He settled in against the bar, pleased and a little feline under the touch, swinging one foot.