Casual fingers slide closer towards his drink, his other hand now tracing the fabric of his tie all the way to his collar. It’s not a move and even less of an excuse to get nearer. He knew the inevitable was coming when their eyes caught and he’d smirked. Connor didn’t exactly look like the type of guy to waste his time and Jonathan was looking for someone distracting enough to pass the time with. He was confident both their needs would be satisfied. With a smile more gentle than his approach, he tilts his head towards the exit.
“ I’ve got a room upstairs. You wanna go? ”
@apostctes sc.












