[ Billy waits while Steve rants at him, impatiently tapping his fingers against the counter. Not only could Harrington not take a hint, it seems like he couldn't take an outright confession, either.
He wasn't used to relationships where the other person was the one causing the grief. ] Do you think I call every guy pretty?
[ Maybe Steve thought everyone from California just talked like that, all loose and flirty with whoever they want. Steve would be wrong. There was only one prettyboy in Billy's life right now, and dammit, how much more motivation did he need to drag him to the back and kiss him already? ]
If I'm loitering, you can always escort me off the premises. [ He winks. Escort him through the back. Where no one else is. And they can make out. ]
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He wasn't used to relationships where the other person was the one causing the grief. ] Do you think I call every guy pretty?
[ Maybe Steve thought everyone from California just talked like that, all loose and flirty with whoever they want. Steve would be wrong. There was only one prettyboy in Billy's life right now, and dammit, how much more motivation did he need to drag him to the back and kiss him already? ]
If I'm loitering, you can always escort me off the premises. [ He winks. Escort him through the back. Where no one else is. And they can make out. ]