never half-ass two things. whole ass one-thing.
As Milo dashes in out of the storm, James is sauntering casually down the stairs. He's wearing a pink negligee that is sheer and over the top and probably not his (hey now, don't judge. You've no idea if that's true or not). "Well hello." He purrs towards the soaking ginger, pulling the nighty closed as if he's worried about offending the poor boy with his nipples.
"Looking to be warmed up outside in, or inside out?" Since the Hanged Man lost a few of its walls, the Halenani had been serving more alcohol than normal, in addition to their normal fare of body parts on offer.
Waggling his brows and flashing the man a lascivious smile that suggested the thief might already be a little bit drunk, James leans inelegantly against the bannister undressing Milo unsubtly with his eyes.
"Looking to be warmed up outside in, or inside out?" Since the Hanged Man lost a few of its walls, the Halenani had been serving more alcohol than normal, in addition to their normal fare of body parts on offer.
Waggling his brows and flashing the man a lascivious smile that suggested the thief might already be a little bit drunk, James leans inelegantly against the bannister undressing Milo unsubtly with his eyes.
JAMES
