It's getting late. Leonard is pretty much never late so Mick figures something must have come up so he shifts his attention to the guy beside him at the bar. That hand is still on his wrist, but his finger is stroking along the inside of Mick's wrist, teasing at his pulse point even as he shifts a little closer, his thigh resting against Mick's.
It's fine. The guy is pretty enough, far from subtle and knows what he wants. Good. Because Mick could use a good tumble for a night or two.
The bar is dim enough no one pays any mind that they're leaning far too close to one another, exchanging words and the occasional heated look.
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Leonard is pretty much never late so Mick figures something must have come up so he shifts his attention to the guy beside him at the bar. That hand is still on his wrist, but his finger is stroking along the inside of Mick's wrist, teasing at his pulse point even as he shifts a little closer, his thigh resting against Mick's.
It's fine. The guy is pretty enough, far from subtle and knows what he wants.
Good. Because Mick could use a good tumble for a night or two.
The bar is dim enough no one pays any mind that they're leaning far too close to one another, exchanging words and the occasional heated look.