<i>God</i>Emerson thought, sipping idly at the drink he had ordered. A faintly incandescent cyan liquid called glowing tea in a tall, cylindrical glass. He hadn't read anything about it before picking from the menu. he had just seen the picture and thought it looked pretty. And that carelessness turned out to be somewhat of a mistake. Holy smokes, he didn't know if he was just a lightweight or if the alcohol content of this drink was something ridiculous but 3 sips in and he was already feeling it. The plan wasn't to get wasted, he was just waiting for Myles to finish a deal in small, dark room at the back of the club so he figured he'd have a drink in the meantime. But having already paid for it he didn't want to waste the money, so he continued to take short sips; at least it tasted alright.<br/><br/>Then suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder and a finger was caressing his neck...Oh wow. That's interesting. This drink really was really something. Something that was going to cause him to get himself into trouble. A faint heat stirred in his gut and crotch as he turned his head to get a look at this stranger.<br/><br/>Emerson glanced from left to right before returning his sights to the razor-sharp smile of his new company, quirking a brow with a somewhat nervous chuckle, "Uh. Just waiting for a friend." he admitted, "W-...what about you? What are you doing here?" This guy was handsome-- really handsome. But something about him felt a little off. Being under the influence was great at lowering inhibitions though, so he chose to ignore that feeling. Dismissing the possibility that that sharp mouth might rip his throat open; normally he wouldn't be so open to being touched by someone he didn't know. What was it about this guy that was managing to get past his boundaries?<br/><br/>He looked up at the other, taking in how diminutive in comparison he was from this guy, and reached for his drink to the side without looking away, taking a few more sips. With a sigh, he said, "Also bein' a...prize catch as well. " looking down briefly and adding barely an utterance to himself, "Jeezus, what's in this shit." Emerson wasn't the flirty type, he didn't have any game, even with advice from Myles who was a self-proclaimed Casanova he couldn't flirt worth a shit.<br/><br/>(Sorry this is short lmao, but I'm excited to get into this B) )