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milo missing
"Ah. Bad, was it? I tried." Milo half apologized as he looked away, unable to decipher between potential sarcasm and seriousness. His stomach filled with butterflies and embarrassment. He'd hooked up with people before, but pickup lines and flirting weren't his forte. Talking in general wasn't. But, it seemed as if his new friend was more than willing to solve the silence. The rhythmic shake of the music also filled what Milo couldn't.
After a curt nod, he plucked the blunt out from between his companion's fingers, taking his time to savor the new drug in system. His eyes held the other's while he took a drag, closed as he blew out the smoke, and opened once again so he could place the weed back into the safety of the other's hands.
The moment passed and Milo allowed himself to be led back over to the bar. "Q?" Milo echoed and then noted, "Interesting." The mojito was good news. Milo watched the bartender make it a priority to mix the drink and as Q handed it to him, he didn't hesitate to lock eyes with him while taking the first sip. Oddly refreshing, it complimented the piquant occasion. Milo was already sold a thousand time, Q's voice was honey.
"A pity for you, too. My name is Milo." He hoped that Q wouldn't forget it. With another bob of his head, he made his way onto the dance floor with the shorter male, a bounce in his step before they'd even fully settled in. "I do."
Suddenly, Milo found himself more grateful for Kat teaching him how to dance than he ever had before. His body animated in sync with the music but he couldn't help the flick of his eyes in the direction that Q was distracted by. The VIP booth, he guessed. Milo wasn't going to ask as he'd gawked at it earlier. And just the same, he hastily looked away. "Give me the same respect." He said gently, reaching out to touch Q's face and encourage him to look back at him. The corners of his lips were quirked up. It wasn't really a request.
"Thank you, by the way. For the drink. You know how to make a guy feel important. I'll be sure to treat you next time."
Milo wondered in his mind who Q really was. This coquettish facade couldn't have been all that he was, and Milo wanted to move past the surface level banter. A special amount of empathy ruined the fleeting encounters for him entirely and Q didn't seem like the person who would respect that. Minutes in, and Milo wanted something deeper-- invasive. That part of him contrasted the warm yet impersonal setting.
"I think I'd like to get to know you better. Proper. Is that too forward?" The top row of Milo's teeth exposed a soft, genuine smile. Milo presented as calm while his body was scorching with anxiety and a rare boldness. The idea of someone getting to know him was an enchanting threat. Vulnerability was special.
After a curt nod, he plucked the blunt out from between his companion's fingers, taking his time to savor the new drug in system. His eyes held the other's while he took a drag, closed as he blew out the smoke, and opened once again so he could place the weed back into the safety of the other's hands.
The moment passed and Milo allowed himself to be led back over to the bar. "Q?" Milo echoed and then noted, "Interesting." The mojito was good news. Milo watched the bartender make it a priority to mix the drink and as Q handed it to him, he didn't hesitate to lock eyes with him while taking the first sip. Oddly refreshing, it complimented the piquant occasion. Milo was already sold a thousand time, Q's voice was honey.
"A pity for you, too. My name is Milo." He hoped that Q wouldn't forget it. With another bob of his head, he made his way onto the dance floor with the shorter male, a bounce in his step before they'd even fully settled in. "I do."
Suddenly, Milo found himself more grateful for Kat teaching him how to dance than he ever had before. His body animated in sync with the music but he couldn't help the flick of his eyes in the direction that Q was distracted by. The VIP booth, he guessed. Milo wasn't going to ask as he'd gawked at it earlier. And just the same, he hastily looked away. "Give me the same respect." He said gently, reaching out to touch Q's face and encourage him to look back at him. The corners of his lips were quirked up. It wasn't really a request.
"Thank you, by the way. For the drink. You know how to make a guy feel important. I'll be sure to treat you next time."
Milo wondered in his mind who Q really was. This coquettish facade couldn't have been all that he was, and Milo wanted to move past the surface level banter. A special amount of empathy ruined the fleeting encounters for him entirely and Q didn't seem like the person who would respect that. Minutes in, and Milo wanted something deeper-- invasive. That part of him contrasted the warm yet impersonal setting.
"I think I'd like to get to know you better. Proper. Is that too forward?" The top row of Milo's teeth exposed a soft, genuine smile. Milo presented as calm while his body was scorching with anxiety and a rare boldness. The idea of someone getting to know him was an enchanting threat. Vulnerability was special.
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