<div class="floatright">(http://i1137.photobucket.com/albums/n520/undisclosed2you/Take_Away_by_ranp101.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_color" style="background-color: beige;"><span class="bbc_u"><span style="text-decoration: overline;"><em>.::. Tragan Nathanial Mitchelle .::.</em></span></span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_color" style="background-color: beige;">.::. Late Night Meetings .::.<br/>.::.Wearing: Jeans (http://image.made-in-china.com/2f0j00FBeaDwusfMpg/Stylish-Silm-Men-Jeans-JBM0027-.jpg), a V-neck (http://cache0.bigcartel.com/product_images/35760906/DGDB_Black_V_Neck_Mens_LATEST.jpg) with his favorite lyrics on it, and a leather jacket (http://www.icandyclothing.com/images/2011/11/Mens-Leather-Bomber-Jacket-3.jpg).<br/>.::. Tagging: Austin, anyone .::.</span></span></span></div><br/>Tray was grinning widely, but it turned into a mock pout as Austin joked about thinking he was Brie.  He gave Austin a playful punch on the arm, even as he started laughing, watching through mirth filled eyes as his friend smiled.  His reply caused him to grin mischievously, and he tapped the bar with his knuckles, the other coming out of his pocket to rest on Austins shoulder.  He gave it a squeeze, taking note of the familiar muscles underneath.  There was a tenseness there, and he cocked his head to the side, making a note to ask about it when he got the chance.  His eyes swung back towards his friend, just as he caught the comment about the jacket.  He shrugged, his grin not disappearing, and he reached up to run a hand through his hair, his grin widening.<br/><br/>"<strong>I grabbed it on accident, I hope you don't mind.</strong>"  He didn't really think Austin would really mind, since he never trashed his things, and always returned them clean and in good shape.  He playfully lifted it and took an exaggerated  sniff, smelling the clear bold scent of his best friend on the garment.<br/><br/>"<strong>Although it does smell like you bro, maybe the chicks will dig it?</strong>"  His attention was caught by the bartender as he brought another beer, he snagged it and took a long pull from it, smacking his lips in exaggerated refreshment.  If he had just snagged his friends fresh beer, he wasn't a lick sorry for it.  After a moment longer, his face turned a bit serious, and he slung an arm around his best friend.<br/><br/>"<strong>Hey, I do need to talk to you for a bit, maybe we should get a private booth?</strong>"  He had been thinking about the state of his finances lately, and although he worked all the time, keeping his apartment was looking increasingly unlikely.  His lease was coming up to, so he had decided he'd ask if he could move back in with Austin.  He didn't really think the other man would mind, they had lived together before, but he didn't want to assume anything, just in case Austin didn't like the idea.