@jackfm , Closed Starter
As adept as he’s been at taking in so many changes since his time away, Asa still finds so many things daunting. He’s not against going to a club - it’s just new. Going to a specific place where queerness can be celebrated is still something he’s coming to terms with. It’s beautiful, but he sometimes feels past his prime.
Old news. One foot in the grave.
But he’s going to try, at least. And Jack’s energy is infectious. So he walks a bit close to him, wearing less than he’s usually comfortable with - just a short sleeve linen collared shirt and no jacket. Tattooed arms are out and exposed, dark eyes searching already as they both barely get past the doorframe before having to wade through bodies. It’s packed.
“Christ.” He breathes out through his teeth. Chews on the inside of his cheek. “I might need a shot or five to take the edge off, darling.” Irish lilt present on his tongue, a soft voice that rumbles in his chest as he leans closer to make sure Jasper can hear him with the music already buzzing.
