Felix Dawkins and Eliot Waugh
Eliot would have been lying if he didn't admit to having been watching the door for Felix to arrive since getting to the party. Not that he'd been ignoring people, that wasn't his style, but he'd been keeping an eye on who walked in. The other man was starting to become a pretty important part of Eliot's life here in California - spending time together as much as they could, talking about the dreams and just getting to know each other better.
He smiled when he saw Felix come in, grabbing a couple of drinks from the bar and making his way over to him. "Suddenly I feel underdressed darling," he said, handing him the drink before gesturing at his own outfit - a pair of tight pants and white button up shirt not done all the way up.