Dorian observed the way that the bar tender fawned over the beautiful man, though he no longer stared at him while he continued his meal. The spicy wings made his neck and cheeks flare red, though he seemed not to even notice such a thing. Sweat beaded his neck, and he called the waiter back over. "Hmm. These are quite good. Could you get me a tall glass of milk, please?" he inquired. Polite, sophisticated. He could play the part when it suited him. He popped another bacon wrapped date into his mouth to calm the spice of the food. He should have asked for some granola, though he doubt they had any. Oats were good for absorbing the spice on the tongue.<br/><br/>The comment wasn't necessary, and it was quite rude. Weak men indeed. He wasn't anything of the sort, even as lonely as he was. He had wealth, a good home, a nice car. He was imposing and intimidating without being overbearing and he certainly wasn't a bully. Not unless pushed or pressured. Usually people got the hint when he declined their advances. But something about this man grated on him, despite how utterly gorgeous he was. Dorian turned to look at him once more and licked his lips. The spice was searing but he spoke around it.<br/><br/>"There's nothing tempting about someone who caries themself higher than everyone else," he replied, voice even and smooth. Yet at the same time he was being just as pompous as the other man.<br/><br/>Just then a familiar face came bounding towards Dorian. Dorian's mouth tightened into a scowl and he had to refrain from sighing. Rodrick had been a one night stand in college, and he seemed to sprout up at every single bar on the weekends. More often than not he tried to get into Dorian's pants, buy him a drink, the usual bullshit of a desperate man wanting to get laid. Dorian had no patience for it, though he had thus far refrained from violence or saying anything too harmful.<br/><br/>Rodrick sat down on the other side of Dorian and put his arm around his shoulders. Dorian shrugged him off. The man smelled like liquor. It was practically coming out of his pores. The tender had returned with his glass of milk, and Dorian took a sip, letting it sit in his mouth.<br/><br/>"Dorian! It's so good to see you, my man. Looking good, as always!" Rodrick boasted. He reached over and snagged a wing, chewing on it loudly. Dorian wanted to smack the smug look on his face and shrugged the other off rather viciously.<br/><br/>He glanced over at the stranger, who was also the owner. He had to keep himself from getting caught in his beautiful appearance again, and sighed. Now the stranger knew his name. Wonderful. "Rodrick. You reek of booze, and I didn't say you could take any of my food."<br/><br/>"Aww, man, don't be like that!" He looked around Dorian at the stranger and whistled. "Looks like you've got yourself a nice piece of ass. Are you interested in a threesome?" Rodrick eyes glistened. "Dorian's a beast in bed. Let me tell you."<br/><br/>Dorian clamped a hand on Rodrick's shoulder. "You need to leave, now, before you make even more of a fool of yourself."