[ James's lips twitch minutely when Peter repeats the motion. A tease, then. Not that he doesn't like it. In fact, he stays right where he is, legs spread wide, trying to invite him closer and tempt that wandering hand to reach up higher with the next touch.
The bartender fills his glass again, and he downs half of it promptly. The drink isn't really what's keeping his attention anymore, but he keeps up the pretense nonetheless. ]
Got yourself a deal. [ He purrs lowly, and his hand rests near Peter's, fingers tracing over his wrist. ] Should we find ourselves a quiet little booth, or do you wanna get out of here?
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The bartender fills his glass again, and he downs half of it promptly. The drink isn't really what's keeping his attention anymore, but he keeps up the pretense nonetheless. ]
Got yourself a deal. [ He purrs lowly, and his hand rests near Peter's, fingers tracing over his wrist. ] Should we find ourselves a quiet little booth, or do you wanna get out of here?