Pass the Mic

[Nox]

Serving water instead of vodka. That was cold, specially without asking. But despite the smile Nox wore he knew he was going to be poor company. A cold bed was better than wasting energy.

The bar tender left to get Ivan a real drink and Ivan whispered about flouncing. Nox smirked. "Why not flirt with the bruised and battered hottie sitting at her bar?" His words were out of his mouth faster than he could take them back. He hadn't actually looked at Ivan as a hottie, hadn't mentioned it, said anything, but the truth was the truth and fuck if he'd have gotten the wrong impression. It was not him checkout the other man out - at least that's what he told himself. Ivan wasn't his type. But then what was his type?

Ivan laughed it off. "She'll be back. Then we'll see." Ivan didn't seem overly gung-ho about flirting.

Nox relaxed at Ivan's comment. "You'll see. I need to go." Nox stood up. He really wasn't feeling the whole social butterfly thing and the happy smile was painful right now. And such a lie. Nox finished off his coffee. "You know how to find me if you need me. I'll be around." He patted Ivan's hand and was praying to fucking god it came off as platonic. He had to go home.... fuck he had to get laid but that wasn't going to happen here.

Nox walked up to Sara and wrapped his arms around her. "That goes for you too.Ivan can share my number if you want it." It was very unlike him to give out his number but she might need it.

"See ya round." Nox said waving at the small group. He had to get out, get home, do something, sex wasn't going to happen tonight, but he could work the issues out with a long workout.

[[ with Ivan ]]