another night you wish you could forget
making yourself up as you go along
Everything was a mess on top of other messes in his life right now, and Adam needed some kind of relief. He couldn't drink but as a notice in Torchline reminded him (once he'd detangled out the words from the text), he could use his body again. He'd originally planned to make this trip for the first time with Pet, but well, that ship was well and truly sailed.
Maeve had been nice and pretty and in some ways representative of everything he felt he'd lost and couldn't have anymore. Sexy, cool, no attachments...there was, maybe, some desperate attempt to reach his old self in the promise of a night to remember. However, he wasn't in a mood for self-analysing. He was in the mood to indulge and forget. Her sympathies were met with a distant nod and look away as he put them away to deal with for later.
Was it awful that he felt worse about Amalia? It absolutely was. He was trash.
Maybe he could at least be sexy trash. A smirk beginning to play on his face, he looked her up and down after her question like he was trying to decide, tapping at his lip. "Well, we'll start with just tonight, but maybe by the morning you'll be all Adam, no, don't leave, your magical cock showed me the light--" Anything else he was going to add was lost as he laughed, the sound a little desperate, but needed. "I dunno, we'll just feel it out."
The key was picked up from Bastien with ease and then they were at the door. Despite all of it, he actually found he was excited as he slid the key into the lock. "..Thanks, for coming all the way out, by the way." Adam said over his shoulder as he opened up the room; a simple space with padded platforms, chairs, blankets, cushions, and a mysterious box by the entrance, lit by several candles.
Maeve had been nice and pretty and in some ways representative of everything he felt he'd lost and couldn't have anymore. Sexy, cool, no attachments...there was, maybe, some desperate attempt to reach his old self in the promise of a night to remember. However, he wasn't in a mood for self-analysing. He was in the mood to indulge and forget. Her sympathies were met with a distant nod and look away as he put them away to deal with for later.
Was it awful that he felt worse about Amalia? It absolutely was. He was trash.
Maybe he could at least be sexy trash. A smirk beginning to play on his face, he looked her up and down after her question like he was trying to decide, tapping at his lip. "Well, we'll start with just tonight, but maybe by the morning you'll be all Adam, no, don't leave, your magical cock showed me the light--" Anything else he was going to add was lost as he laughed, the sound a little desperate, but needed. "I dunno, we'll just feel it out."
The key was picked up from Bastien with ease and then they were at the door. Despite all of it, he actually found he was excited as he slid the key into the lock. "..Thanks, for coming all the way out, by the way." Adam said over his shoulder as he opened up the room; a simple space with padded platforms, chairs, blankets, cushions, and a mysterious box by the entrance, lit by several candles.
who's gonna take you home tonight?
ADAM
