Daniel had clocked the blonde from the moment he entered. Not out of anything in particular: it's normal to see beautiful men in gay bars, even moreso when they're wearing tight shirts. The young reporter's unsurprised the other's still hanging around, although given how gorgeous he is he'd expected him to be hauled or haul someone off into the bathroom by now.
Pretty people usually get what they want. Especially at this place--and asides from the blonde with the strong jaw, he's not seeing anyone he either recognizes or looks like they'd give him the time of day. Daniel orders another grasshopper and tries not to think about it, already making plans to leave if he doesn't see anyone else after the drink, though once the glass is placed in front of him and he picks it up someone slides next to him.
The blonde.
Daniel tilts his head to the side. Suddenly, it doesn't matter that he has bloody knuckles and three articles due in under 48 hours because he'd been interviewing a vampire instead of someone less fickle. He can't help the small, impressed smile that flickers across his face at how smooth the other is.
"It is now," he says, and before he can take a drink he has to set it back down. He doesn't mind moving the big, bulky back containing his tape recorder at all--it had been on the counter in front of the seat the man had requested. He's clearing space for his new friend.
He doesn't think he's ever been approached by the hottest guy at the club so far. He also isn't complaining. At long last, he's able to sip his sugary cocktail.
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Pretty people usually get what they want. Especially at this place--and asides from the blonde with the strong jaw, he's not seeing anyone he either recognizes or looks like they'd give him the time of day. Daniel orders another grasshopper and tries not to think about it, already making plans to leave if he doesn't see anyone else after the drink, though once the glass is placed in front of him and he picks it up someone slides next to him.
The blonde.
Daniel tilts his head to the side. Suddenly, it doesn't matter that he has bloody knuckles and three articles due in under 48 hours because he'd been interviewing a vampire instead of someone less fickle. He can't help the small, impressed smile that flickers across his face at how smooth the other is.
"It is now," he says, and before he can take a drink he has to set it back down. He doesn't mind moving the big, bulky back containing his tape recorder at all--it had been on the counter in front of the seat the man had requested. He's clearing space for his new friend.
He doesn't think he's ever been approached by the hottest guy at the club so far. He also isn't complaining. At long last, he's able to sip his sugary cocktail.