[Oh, and he's witty too -- bright and quick, that snappy kind of retort that can't possible be pre-rehearsed. Corry waits patiently, propping his chin on his fist and privately enjoying the way the young man's mouth presses against the rim of the glass, the flick of his tongue against his lip afterwards to catch any loose droplets. It's the sort of thing Corry could happily watch over and over, though he'd much prefer having that mouth doing other things instead -- wrapped around his fingers, moaning his name, pressed to his own, for starters.
Still, first things first -- Corry knows he's attractive enough to be blunt, direct, but where's the enjoyment in that? Everyone enjoys being pursued, being wooed, and Corry enjoys a bit of a chase. So he feigns a thoughtful sigh, tilting his head and silently accepting the refilled drink from the bartender, who already knows him, knows his tastes.]
Hmmm, either I try my best and succeed, or I try my worst and fail and let on that I think you'd be irresistibly hot when judgmental. Decisions, decisions. [Then he straightens up, squares his shoulders.] Life's too short to drink bad liquor, though, so that decides it.
[Corry leans forward again, speaking confidently to the bartender.] He'll have a Tokyo Tea. Easy on the gin, heavy on the Cointreau. [A thoughtful, sideways glance at the young man, arching an eyebrow.] Play on a Long Island, with Midori melon liqueur. You ever try it?
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Date: 2023-12-31 06:39 am (UTC)Still, first things first -- Corry knows he's attractive enough to be blunt, direct, but where's the enjoyment in that? Everyone enjoys being pursued, being wooed, and Corry enjoys a bit of a chase. So he feigns a thoughtful sigh, tilting his head and silently accepting the refilled drink from the bartender, who already knows him, knows his tastes.]
Hmmm, either I try my best and succeed, or I try my worst and fail and let on that I think you'd be irresistibly hot when judgmental. Decisions, decisions. [Then he straightens up, squares his shoulders.] Life's too short to drink bad liquor, though, so that decides it.
[Corry leans forward again, speaking confidently to the bartender.] He'll have a Tokyo Tea. Easy on the gin, heavy on the Cointreau. [A thoughtful, sideways glance at the young man, arching an eyebrow.] Play on a Long Island, with Midori melon liqueur. You ever try it?