presleycommaemerson:
“Honesty is the best policy, is it not?” Emerson responded, smirking at the other male and making himself comfortable in his barstool. “Ooh, Patron, a man that speaks my language.” He let one eyebrow raise at the other’s question, the expression quickly replaced with a small chuckle. “I’m not, actually, but thanks for letting me know I look young. Some people are into that, you know,” he leaned forward for the last part, saying it lowly as if it were an amusing secret.
He cocked his brows as he took the shot and licked his lips. Listeing to the man explain how he was in fact older than he looked. He smirked at the mans demeanor. “bold of you to assume I’d go after a man who cant even grow a full beard.” He rubbed his own face. “Call me when you grow something that doesn’t look like a squirrel clinging to your chin.”
