[ it is going to be a good night. larry doesn't play the games many others play; he isn't interested in politics or rising through the ranks. his current life suits him just fine and while some accuse him of lacking ambition, it doesn't bother him because he's happy. and part of that is nights like this —finding someone who is on the same page. he doesn't dance to the same tune many others do, but this is its own kind of dance and one he'd like to think he's quite good at. feeling out what a prospective partner might enjoy, how they'll fit together.
it's going to be a good night.
amos leans in, voice low and intimate, and larry's lips quirk up. ]
There'll be plenty. [ in the same confiding tone, a promise that extends beyond the alcohol. and then they're at his door and he slows, letting his fingers find amos's wrist despite the fact that there's no need to physically pull him to a stop. he just wants to touch. ]
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it's going to be a good night.
amos leans in, voice low and intimate, and larry's lips quirk up. ]
There'll be plenty. [ in the same confiding tone, a promise that extends beyond the alcohol. and then they're at his door and he slows, letting his fingers find amos's wrist despite the fact that there's no need to physically pull him to a stop. he just wants to touch. ]