He raised his glass, too, though his hands were shaking slightly. He smiled back, bobbing his head sideways. "To doing it again," he added and took a large and hurried swallow, his throat set ablaze and thrown into a fit of coughing. His sharp hiss glided into a raspy chuckle when it ceased shortly. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking in a slow puff of air. The booze was really starting to affect him, his flushed cheeks bore witness. Usually, he lasted longer. He was glad, though, that Theo didn't seem to be picking up on any of his... oddities.
"Say, I always wanted to know," he began, drawling out his vowels. "Do you guys have flea problems? And is it true that, like, you always get a boner after a shift or what?" It took his brain a moment to realize where his mouth was going, but there was hardly anything it could do. It did sound like something he would ask, being inappropriately shameless most of the time, but the more he tried to stray from the topic of sex and fucking, the more he seemed to dwell on it. He struggled to just make it seem like a harmless tease. Damn the booze.
He took another sip, forcing himself not to look at Theo's crotch to check whether it was true or not. What was he thinking, really? There was no way he would ever hook up with him, no way that he would ever press closer... inches away from his face, feel his heavy, warm breath on his skin, no way that he would ever lift up his shirt and let his hand slither smoothly down his chest and fall on his belt buckle, no way that he would ever let his fingers slip in through his pants and grab hold of-- Shit, he cursed inwardly. Noticing that his glass was already empty, he tried to pour another one, but the bottle was empty too. So he gestured for another one.
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