[Chase stays put, gradually unweaving his fingers from cloth. He tilts his head back, sighing, the faint flush that had begun creeping up his throat all too clear. No, Isaak isn't the only man in the city, but, somehow, he'd been the obvious preference.]
Perhaps I ought to head to a bar.
[Still. The night's young.
Chase's eyes remain oddly dark when he looks back at the other man.]
Tomorrow. [This is important.] Dinner? A movie? [If a little facetious.]
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Perhaps I ought to head to a bar.
[Still. The night's young.
Chase's eyes remain oddly dark when he looks back at the other man.]
Tomorrow. [This is important.] Dinner? A movie? [If a little facetious.]