( Aventurine knows he should be listening to the other man talk. And he is! He really, truly is. But his voice is just smooth enough, low enough, that it's easy to let it wash over him and carry him off into half formed daydreams of having that voice whisper filthy things into his ear that make it so easy to lose sight of the process of getting there for the reward. He comes back to himself in time to enter the bar with a nod to Ratio before almost stopping in his tracks.
It's-- not what he expected, but perhaps what he should have if he'd stopped thinking with his dick for five seconds. There's something warm and intimate about this particular joint, the fact that the bartender recognizes his companion only adding to it. Aventurine likes it, being allowed to see this small sliver of the man he desperately wants to fuck and hadn't thought much beyond that fact. The least he can do in return is pay attention to whatever lesson he'd be on the receiving end of. )
Classy joint you got here. ( He says with a low, impressed whistle. But the smile soon returns to his face as he lets the man lead him to a pool table. ) How about this, then? We'll have a friendly little wager while you teach me -- no stakes, nothing on the line. ( None that the dark haired man is aware of, at any rate. ) Just a test of your logic against my luck as a learner and a beginner while I see what those hands of yours can do.
( Aventurine pops his hip against the table, hands on his hips and inviting smile. The other man may be right in that strategy and skill is behind the best plays, the ability to win, but that's only because he hasn't met Aventurine. However the balls fall, it'll be sure to be in his favor. )
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It's-- not what he expected, but perhaps what he should have if he'd stopped thinking with his dick for five seconds. There's something warm and intimate about this particular joint, the fact that the bartender recognizes his companion only adding to it. Aventurine likes it, being allowed to see this small sliver of the man he desperately wants to fuck and hadn't thought much beyond that fact. The least he can do in return is pay attention to whatever lesson he'd be on the receiving end of. )
Classy joint you got here. ( He says with a low, impressed whistle. But the smile soon returns to his face as he lets the man lead him to a pool table. ) How about this, then? We'll have a friendly little wager while you teach me -- no stakes, nothing on the line. ( None that the dark haired man is aware of, at any rate. ) Just a test of your logic against my luck as a learner and a beginner while I see what those hands of yours can do.
( Aventurine pops his hip against the table, hands on his hips and inviting smile. The other man may be right in that strategy and skill is behind the best plays, the ability to win, but that's only because he hasn't met Aventurine. However the balls fall, it'll be sure to be in his favor. )