EZRA
"Mmm, I hope you're not too quick to fire." You smirk playfully at the handsome fuck, liking this conversation more and more. Maybe you will be going home with someone tonight.Ah, just kidding, he's getting all broody again. Stifling a sigh as your cock deflates, you push forward another glass of virgin fruity water, your best empathetic listener face firmly in place. Damn, through, if you can't relate to his sentiment. "I get that," you say with a bit of a sigh, staring wistfully about the bar. "My... skills... Aren't particularly well-suited to this, ah, place." The dripping disdain clearly shows how low your opinion of the place is, and what words you would use to describe it if you weren't so very polite.
You tilt your head at his question. "I'm afraid I've grown rather attached to the owner. She's rather a gorgeous creature." Your tone is a little bit forlorn, a lovesick puppy, and you sigh wistfully.
But then the playful smile is back, and you lean forward, glancing around with mock caution before whispering low and husky, "You might be able to give her a run for her money, though."
I like it when you take control
Even if you know that you don't
Even if you know that you don't
