<div class="floatleft">(http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/171/e/1/threadlink_by_doomburg-d3jg794.jpg)</div><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;"><strong>E</strong><span class="bbc_u">dgar</span> <strong>M</strong><span class="bbc_u">arks</span></span>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6385799#msg6385799)<br/><strong>Location</strong>:<em>The Blue Iguana</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong>:<em>Du’an</em><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;">~ &gt;</span><br/><br/>Edgar’s expression became one of slight surprise that he’d been caught — it truly wasn’t often that he was — but then softened into appreciation; the man was good, he had to give him that.  He straightened his dress needlessly for the second time, then folded his hands behind his back, discretely checking the placement of a small needle in the end of his sleeve.  He stepped toward the man as casually and fluidly as if it were all still natural.  It felt a bit easier now, even, with the mask taken away.<br/><br/>“I don’t fear death’r nothin’…”  He stopped with a foot of distance between them, moving his hands to fold at his abdomen, instead.  “… It don’t bother you none… does it?”  He did sound genuinely hopeful; he still very much wanted to give himself over for the night.  He bit his lip, putting on his best subtly submissive expression with intent to seduce him.  “…I still wouldn’t mind bein’ bent over…  And I promise I won’t tell no one ‘bout it, if’n you want.”<br/><br/>He found himself mentally pleading with the man to still be interested.  Hoping he had a particular interest in men was asking for too much, he thought, but it would certainly be a plus.  Either way, he could play a good female, if necessary; he could even moan like an experienced whore, if he wanted.<br/><br/>Was one night of drunken passion (on his own part) too much to ask?<br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 30pt;">&lt; ~</span>                             </div>