<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“Obrigado,” Tomaso spoke in return.<br/>
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Marcus took a sip, enjoying the spicy and satisfying flavor. He could tell it wasn't a cheap liquor, but that was the sort of place he'd taken Luca to.<br/>
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“I know good liquor,” he told him, though was satisfied to enjoy it like this, often times like he did with his whiskey. Tomaso showed him the bottle, smiling at Luca.<br/>
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“Novo Fogo Gold. Personal favorite of mine. Better for sipping than mixing. Next drink, I'll make you Caipirinha with another type,” Tomaso promised. “Diverta se.”<br/>
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Marcus turned to peer out at the dance floor, sliding a hand behind Luca along the bar as he sipped his drink, trying to gather how this sort of dance went. He'd never been great at any of it. He certainly didn't have the fluidity to his hips that just seemed to come naturally to someone like Luca. Still, he wasn't nervous.<br/>
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“I might be worse at dance than you are at english,” Marcus spoke, turning to speak into Luca's ear so that he'd be able to hear him over the loud music. The crowd on the dance floor was mixed. There was a man and woman who owned it confidentially, moving perfectly in step together. There were others too that seemed like they had a firm grasp on the dance, and then there were some that were quite obviously just having fun. It was primarily men and woman dancing together, the few exceptions being girls who danced more in threes, but it didn't seem to bother Marcus to go out on the dance floor with Luca. Nor did it bother him to allow the younger man to take the lead in the dance. He understood the step when it was explained to him, he just didn't have the natural fluidity that most would have who'd grown up around the music. He looked every bit the part of the American businessman trying to learn a Brazilian dance, but he was at least enjoying himself, and his hands on Luca.<br/>
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Marcus didn't let Luca's drink stay empty for long, quick to order another for the beautiful young man. If he didn't there was no telling who else might, and Marcus was not allowing for the same sort of thing that happened with the waiter. Marcus himself was taking it easy, his excuse being that he had to drive them home safely.<br/>
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As the night progressed, he realized he didn't really want to take Luca home. This was something he was used to, going to the trouble of men out. Doing things that he thought would make them happy. In the end, it was usually the same. It wasn't usually in Marcus' cards to end up with the guy. He felt the draw to Luca intoxicatingly strong, and that was when he started entertaining the notion of not taking Luca home. First, as a passing thought, but then he'd realized he'd done worse before, at far less provocation. It wasn't murder. He could make Luca happy, right?</span></span>