Mac scootched across the seat, hefting up to lean over the other man and peek fully through the street side window.
He dropped down a second later with a huff and nodded, smile filled with a preemptive kind of relief. “No, nah, you’re right. Dude didn’t do anything. Not really.” He scratched at his neck, settling back into his ducked position. “S’not that uncommon. I get sent on duck chases all the time for Ma. And I know a faker when I see one; that’s my job.” He shrugged, shooting him a grin. “Ay, maybe we’ll get out of this without having to do much. Just some cruising.”
Mike’s eyes widened and he buried himself a little further against the seat automatically. His first knee-jerk reaction had been to push Mac off. The second had been to stay still, blinking hard as if doing so would make that other man realize the awkwardness of such a position.
He went with the latter and tried to focus on the suspect. Didn’t even need to speak up, for Mac retreated as suddenly as he’d hovered over him. His jaw tightened as he swallowed thickly and inhaled, glancing one last time at the laundromat. “Well, least we’ve crossed this one out. Can’t say I’m upset about it.” Once he felt ready to start the engine again, his mouth slipped. “Don’t do that again without warning.”
"You should, to be honest." Gabriel almost puffed his cheeks, swatting Charles’ fingers away. "What are your bases on believing I’m pretty anyway? But alright, I’ll comply this time." He sighed. "I better receive part of that profit." Gabriel still had trouble understanding why Charles would want him to be part of his project when he had so many attractive models at his disposal.
“Not like we live together and pay the bills together, pup,” said Charles rolling his eyes. “That money’s not going to an account in Switzerland.” Charles began poking Gabriel’s cheeks once more, completely ignoring Gabriel’s loud, obvious annoyance. “You just want me to give y’a big speech on why I think you’re pretty, don’t you, you dummy?” He grabbed both sides of Gabriel’s face firmly and planted a kiss on his lips, smirking.
"Just takes a lot of imagination, pal. And a childhood spent playing alone at recess. Wine helps, too," said Parson. For someone who never had much opportunity for entertaining guests of any sort, Parson certainly felt like an expert at it.
Ivan smiled, tilting his head in a playful fashion. “I’ll concede.”
"I should have left exactly three days ago. It’s not the view what has kept me here."
"I can’t imagine how you entertain yourself here, Weller," said Ivan, sight on the cellar, mind on the town in its entirety. It was minuscule, a tad seedy, certainly not his usual enviroment.
"But you have been doing an acceptable job at entertaining me.”
[thirty homosexual minutes later]
"I’ll have a beer, Derane. Whichever the most expensive one is."
Jacob subtly shook his head at the bartender, leaning against the counter with his hands so only the two of them would hear. “Yeah, just two regular beers.” He shrugged in Ruben’s direction. “Don’t listen to him, he’s…” He let the sentence die at that and turned to his companion, expression switching to a smile.
"Well, look at you," He made a gesture with his hand encompassing Ruben just to add to the words. "All groomed up; not bad. When was the last time you came to a gay bar?”
It still felt strange for Jake to be in this kind of places. Not too long ago he was pretty sure he was straight. Hell, he was still feeling weird about it at random times. Not in a bad way, just like… it had not been one of those I knew all along moments. He was completely new to all of this. At least he had people, however, even if people was codename for Ruben. Something’s better than nothing.
"You gonna buy me drinks? Then sure, I might.”
"I will get you one or two, see if that helps."
OMFG PARSON AND JESCO
"You’re the worst. And that’s coming from somebody who’s already called ‘the worst’ by a variety of people. Congratulations.”
"Shall wear this title with pride."
"From a fellow Worst to another, will you behave at the bar?"