( Maybe this'll wind up being a lesson for Jayden — open doors invite trouble. You never know what could wander in.
In this instance, it's a denim-wrapped flannel-clad fuckboy. As it just so happens, aforementioned bored fuckboy is drawn to things like hotel lounges. They usually have bars, and they're attached to a place with beds. It's convenient.
When he ambles Jayden's direction, it's with a nice, full glass of whiskey in one hand and a curious quirk to one eyebrow. )
Probably not.
( He muses, giving Jayden a too-thorough once-over. The feeling's mutual, he thinks he's maybe seen this face before, but nowhere in his mind does he have a name to pair with it. He doesn't immediately ask for one, either. Instead, he nods his head at the piano. )
You just gonna sit there, or you gonna play that thing, Billie Joel?
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In this instance, it's a denim-wrapped flannel-clad fuckboy. As it just so happens, aforementioned bored fuckboy is drawn to things like hotel lounges. They usually have bars, and they're attached to a place with beds. It's convenient.
When he ambles Jayden's direction, it's with a nice, full glass of whiskey in one hand and a curious quirk to one eyebrow. )
Probably not.
( He muses, giving Jayden a too-thorough once-over. The feeling's mutual, he thinks he's maybe seen this face before, but nowhere in his mind does he have a name to pair with it. He doesn't immediately ask for one, either. Instead, he nods his head at the piano. )
You just gonna sit there, or you gonna play that thing, Billie Joel?
( Get it? Because... piano man. )