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Theo gladly reciprocated the hug, though waited until they both let go to speak. Once that happened, the hybrid had a smirk on his face due to Pater comment about bickering with guys that had nice asses. He was obviously referring to him there. âWell good thing you donât have to deal with that anymore. If thereâs anything my nice ass can do to help you with your chi, donât hesitate to let me know.â He gave him another wink. âNow then, one to those world class cocktails. Lets go.â
He at least had the intention of focusing on the cocktails as they started walking, but he had let out a chuckle at what Peter told him what not to do. âWell now itâs your fault if I get ideas about that. I wasnât even thinking about staying over you just talked about it. Now Iâm considering getting you to the point of being at least three drinks in.â
Peter chuckled, âListen, I know well what youâre like. Iâm just setting some ground rules before your hands find their way into my trousers. Youâre like a drug Theo. With drugs, you have to enforce your own reasonable limits.â
Peter went downstairs to the apartment. It was strange to be back in his abode with Theo, knowing that it had been a long time. âWhat would you like, a martini, a mule, a mojito? Would you like tasty, or full of a truly unreasonable amount of booze... or both?â














