closed starter, in the hotel bar, for @prettypaid !
old fashioned is forgotten almost as quickly as benji orders it, gaze settling on a familiar face at the other end of the room. he knows she walked in after him because he would have noticed her—always does, years of emotion and memories settling between them like a magnet. tongue darts over his lower lip as he wills his heartbeat to slow, pulse jumping at the pressure point in his neck. manages to wait until drink is in hand before he gravitates to her, elbows settling on the bar top. "she's not paying for her drinks tonight," he says, addressing the bartender in lieu of greeting her. "charge everything to my room."