If there were something truly illicit, Felix didn't want to miss it, but he also wasn't terribly interested in watching hours of empty halls on grainy video tape. He tilted his chin down just enough that his words were close to the other man's ear. "If you want to watch, Quentin darling, I promise you I won't mind."
Then he straightened up, and glanced about, re-orienting himself as he tried to remember where Robin kept the good alcohol. His tone returned to carelessly conversational. "The reason I came in the back is because the front of the club looked like pedestrian hell. Robin enjoys that kind of sweaty excess but I do not. I thought I'd text him that there was a gift waiting for him in his office, but then I found you, darling. Do you want a drink?"
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Date: 2017-04-15 02:50 pm (UTC)Then he straightened up, and glanced about, re-orienting himself as he tried to remember where Robin kept the good alcohol. His tone returned to carelessly conversational. "The reason I came in the back is because the front of the club looked like pedestrian hell. Robin enjoys that kind of sweaty excess but I do not. I thought I'd text him that there was a gift waiting for him in his office, but then I found you, darling. Do you want a drink?"