"You should watch your fucking mouth." It's not anger but there's an edge to it, his distaste the way they speak about Dennis clear in his tone.

"If that's where Dennis wants to be, I can do my best to honor that request but it does depend on staffing levels." He'd absolutely hate it but he also wasn't going to keep Dennis miserable just because he wants him around.

one finger is lifted, curling into a 'come hither' motion. pointed directly at dennis. his smile is almost dangerous but there's a hint of playful in his eyes. "you, c'mere."

"I'll be back." But the way he can't bring himself to look at Dennis speaks volumes. If he dares to look at him, he'll fold and he knows it.

atlas doesn't mean to corner dennis like this, in a closet of all places but he's been flirting obnoxiously with atlas for the last few hours and he knows he isn't misreading the signals. being taller has its advantages and he looks down to dennis, fingers curling into the front of his scrubs. he ducks down and pulls dennis forward at the same time, kissing him hard.

"i'm alright, really. i don't need all this fuss- i promise, i'm good."

"i haven't seen you around here before. what brings you to such a dreary bar?"

"santos... santos said we're all going out later. are you coming? i'd like it if you came with us."