I keep wondering when I'm going to wake up from this nightmare, because real life can't possibly be this bad.

excellent choice.....*lol*

Celebration

scooting closer to you........and leaning in to touch shoulders.....seeing how happy the match has made you

8pm GMT

So anyway, as of today, I'm back to having no future except one of agony. My poor wife said the one thing she didn't want to see was me waste away to nothing and then die an invalid, but that's what we're staring square in the face. ☹️

Passing you a bottle from Pete with a shot of Whisky

Down the hatch!

Gulps down a swig of whisky then staggers to the jukebox

So....it's Sunday......what time?

ciao

It might matter, if you knew. It's still not something he'll volunteer, at least not now. It's not like he needed the temptation here, at least, not for himself, but the ability to breathe you in has deepened it regardless.

"I hear fortune favours the bold." A little half shrug. "I could use some good fortune. Beyond meeting you, obviously."

Oh, no, the bartender isn't nearly as interesting as you are. So while he knows it's going to be hot, -how- hot is a mystery.

The topic of Danny is one he's happy enough to drop. Likely that flash of emotion you saw is enough to tell you it's no simple matter. Nor does it eke past him that something you said, or he did, tripped along why you're here at closing, right along with him. He doesn't ask, and the fact he's observed anything isn't readable - especially not with you surprising him by getting him to chuckle.

Eyes dip to follow the movement of the bow, which means he might miss some of your mental calculations.

"I used to be able to hold my own, but at least I'll be a cheaper date now, I guess." Still, the undertone of playfulness. He has no idea what it will take to get him drunk anymore.

"Beautiful and resourceful? I take back my digs at fortune."

It definitely sounds like an offer, yes. He hopes it is. God, Lilou is probably not prepared for him to be taking women home with him. Neither is he, actually. His heart is definitely experiencing it's own uptick. A frisson of nerves and hope in his eyes that is visible for a moment, in that breathless moment before you say yes.

When you do, a flash of heat and warmth in his smile, like the momentary lack of visible confidence was never there. Eyes reluctantly dipping away from you, as the relities of not being at home in these clothes, or being used to needing to find a wallet distracts him. There's none of the ease, the lack of thought that usually might accompany such a simple task, which is perhaps another clue as to where he's been.

It does mean he misses your name as he finds wallet, then card, and pays - and also tips generously. Would have, even if the night hadn't been so favourable, really.

Then he's letting you tug him off his seat, tucking away his wallet as he follows you into the night.

ha!...... grabbing a glass......

Cheers!

Well drinks at first Fotomat baby. But then... who knows where that may take us?

Flashes you an impish grin

*LOVE THAT*

YTG

Your thoughts, grins

Stands and walks to his quarters

absolutely!!!! Did you mean partake in you or the cider and whisky?

grinning....and kissing you back deeply.......pulling you in close.....

I'm honored to be able to celebrate with a true Brit

Kissing you back. Full and excitedly on your lips.

You're just the man I hoped to share this celebration with.

I'm drinking Henry Weston's vintage cider (8.2%) with single malt whisky. Care to partake?

yuck out

EEN

Edging every night

slapping my hand over my mouth.......

We should have reviewed protocols......

stilll jumping and hugging you.......slipping a kiss to your cheek