<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=37189.msg1900744#msg1900744">Quote from: grdell on 22-05-2009, 01:14:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Kyle recognized the "come hither" look when he saw it, and was not in the business of disappointing potential clients. He knew he couldn't approach undecided clients and proposition himself, but there was no rule against casual flirtation to... help them decide.<br/><br/>He dropped his shirt and sunglasses behind the desk and walked into the bar area wearing only his speedos and sandals, the towel still draped casually over one shoulder. He stood next to a barstool one down from William and addressed the bartender.<br/><br/>"Hey, Julio. Lemonade with a shot of Grey Goose, please."<br/><br/>While he waited for his drink, he turned and addressed William. "How do you like The Place so far?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>William eyed the boy up close and a wicked grin appeared on his face.  "It has potential," he said as he leaned forward to grab some pretzels, their bodies almost touching.  "My very straight cousin recommended this place for my birthday.  I was half afraid there wouldn't be anything to suit my tastes, but maybe there is."<br/><br/>He ordered another rum and coke.  He was a lightweight and already feeling the effects.  "So what's the deal with that guy?" he asked, pointing to the one at the desk.  "He doesn't look very happy to be here."