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— < ▼ > NASA… he could deal with that, despite how delightfully boring. But perhaps Zachariah was getting ahead of himself, seeing as he wasn’t sure about where he wanted this to go. But fun wasn’t outlawed, he could mess around and get back to daily things. Nobody was promising he’ll see the other again after this. He’ll be buried in his work and Trench would be in his. However, he let’s a short lived smirk brace his features for a couple seconds at the suggestiveness. And that sorts the final coin toss for him. Landing heads, he decides why not shoot his shot. The other seemingly was too interested, so it’ll be easy picking.
❝I’d love to, Adrian, but perhaps this isn’t the right place for it…❞ He starts. Downs his remaining glass of whiskey, feeling no bite or burn after years of being used to it. ❝Would you mind to go elsewhere?❞ He leans in ever so slightly, obvious in his own proposal. The only thing holding him back was the though the other man might be too inebriated. He hopes to whatever god there was, he wasn’t completely drunk off his ass. Otherwise, this might be shameful…
❝But… How much did you drink, first?❞ He asks, concluding it might be best to play it safe for now. ❝You’re not drunk, right?❞ Trench has enough morals to not take advantage of things that weren’t necessary. Unlike a prodigy found, this was merely a man he didn’t want drama over spending time with. Too bad he didn’t have foresight to see this would end badly anyway…
“Oh, yeah, sure. Let’s go somewhere more private. Your place?”
But then Trench wanted to know how much he’d been drinking…
“Um, three glasses? Do you think I’m drunk?”
... okay, maybe he wasn’t half as drunk as he’d thought. He was a recreational drinker, after all – he was clearly a man who could handle his alcohol. Maybe... he just needed to tell himself it was the booze and not the fact that he was plainly lusting after a man he had only just met.
His inhibitions had vacated the premises early on, there was no denying that… but then again, as much as he liked to preach the importance of keeping a level head and being rational, he could be such an impulsive fool a lot of the times, with or without a drink.
Upon hearing Trench’s question, however, he was suddenly acutely aware that he might be giving off the impression that he was completely and utterly sloshed… and Trench, of course, being the gentleman that he seemed to be, would surely refuse his advances if he didn’t get his act together.
“What, you want me to walk in a straight line for you? Recite the alphabet backwards?” The smugness returned, and he was smirking again. “You sure you’re not still looking for an excuse to arrest me?”













