Escape
Continued from here for @green-baron
Forsyth has had a healthy amount of wine and enjoys the social gathering, but much like Python, he would rather spend some quiet time after socialization. He’s feeling a bit drowsy and a little handsy, and so Forsyth’s hand finds its way to Python’s back, sitting dangerously low. He isn’t drunk enough to not voice a misgiving, however. “Hnm? What if someone walks in on us?” It isn’t a very strong rebuttal, and it’s more for the sake of arguing than anything with how convincing Python’s lips on his neck are being. _________
Python smirks when Forsyth's fingers find his belt, and playfully nips the firm muscle on the side of his neck. "Then they'll get a hell of a show, won't they?" At the scandalized look on Forsyth's face, he rolls his eyes and says, "C'mon, Fors, I'm joking. I'm sure the doors lock."
Pulling away reluctantly, he nods toward one of the hallways branching out from the ballrooms and begins to weave through the crowd, not taking Forsyth's hand but still trusting him to follow. When he eventually emerges into the hall, he waits a moment for Forsyth to catch up and just breathes, relieved to be out of the stifling main room. The first door he examines is locked, and when Forsyth appears behind him, he shoots him a wicked grin.
"Guess we're not the only ones with a good idea."
He tries a few more doors with just as little success, branching off into a smaller hallway before he finally finds one that clicks open. He peeks in briefly- a bedroom, thankfully, and not a supply closet or something- before turning back to Forsyth with a gaze full of promise and mischief.
"Well? Get in here, stud."