Jun 18, 2019
"You do realize what time it is, right?" (from Freddie, obvs)
Anatoly rolled over and then up, rubbing his temples, eyes nailed shut. His immediate instinct was to respond in Russian, as that was how the million thoughts running through his mind always were.
Goddamn Bangkok. The whole placed seemed infected with drug and drink and haze and he was no stranger to any of the above. And he certainly didn’t want to be caught dead in any compromising position with fucking Freddie of all people. It was almost too easy to swat him aside and call him crazy, but, that was not so much what he was itching to do. Here they were.
“Not paying attention to that. So no.” A beat and then a smirk. “Do tell then. What time is it?”