[ The cabinet is liquor, mostly—Poe pulls out a small bottle of whiskey and sets it on the counter before going for the beer in the fridge. He knocks the cap off with a tidy whack against the edge of the counter and hands it to John.
Bottle openers are for plebs apparently.
Poe is, unsurprisingly, oblivious to the jealousy. He pours himself a small shot of whiskey and takes a sip, savoring the flavor of smoke and the burn in his throat. He watches John over the glass, studying those galaxy eyes, wanting to kiss that thin, expressive mouth. He reaches out and hooks his thumb over the band of John’s pants and tries to pull him close. ] How long can you stay?
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Date: 2018-02-24 01:59 am (UTC)Bottle openers are for plebs apparently.
Poe is, unsurprisingly, oblivious to the jealousy. He pours himself a small shot of whiskey and takes a sip, savoring the flavor of smoke and the burn in his throat. He watches John over the glass, studying those galaxy eyes, wanting to kiss that thin, expressive mouth. He reaches out and hooks his thumb over the band of John’s pants and tries to pull him close. ] How long can you stay?