Wrong Kind of Thirst

"Well. Maybe not if you really tried to convince me." Adam conceded, his voice dripping with flirty implication. There were few things he'd say no to really, if the touching was good and various illegal substances were flowing. He didn't notice the smile on Nate's face. For Adam, this was pretty normal - he had grown very used to close bodily contact in his years working with the brothel and had always been a touchy person both with friends and lovers, frequently slinging his arm around the shoulders of someone he'd met in a bar only hours before and declaring them his best friend. "Tunnels, huh? I actually went into the ruins..it's where I found the beast this belonged to." He held up his horn, but then swung himself up, legs flying up before boots slammed down into the ground and Adam was suddenly upright. "Lead the way, then." adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave