Send me a ♮ for my muse’s reaction to yours coming up from behind and wrapping their arms around mine’s waist.
“Oy, Sutcliff. Wha’ d’ye think yer doin’?” Eric made no move to pry her off, but he shot an irritated glare over his shoulder. “Le’ go."
If there was one way to get a Scotsman’s attention, that was it. Eric turned his gaze on him, a brow perked. “… Is that yer way o’ offerin’ to buy me a round?” He’d never say no to a free bevvy.
“I could…if that’s what it’d take,” Grell grinned brightly, wiggling as he pranced his way to Eric’s side, one arm looping around his, clinging to him. “So…where ya want to go? Know of a nice spot where a gent and a lady can go and partake in a little tipple?”
Still, Eric was having none of him affections. He tried to shake him off. “ … I kno’ o’ a few, bu’ I dinnae see any ladies here."
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“Fine, fine,” he murmured, walking cuddled to Eric’s side trying to stave off the cold. “So darling, how have you been?...
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With reluctance, Eric escorted Grell out of the building (of course, not before stopping by the break room to clock...