Shinji walked into the bar and immidiately caught sight of Sengoku--the hair was hard to miss, as was the grin as he not-so-subtly eyed the bar patrons. With a smile, he approached from Sengoku's blind side...not that he had to do *much* sneaking, considering the glasses in front of the other man.
Putting a hand on Sengoku's shoulder, Shinji leaned over and said softly in his ear, "Is this seat taken, handsome?" He had to work very hard not to start laughing and ruin the whole thing.
Sengoku was still eyeing the table of young, pretty girls and considering coming over that table if Ibu-kun did not come in the next few minutes when someone breathed on the side of his head and whispered in his ear. Male, from the looks, no, sound of it. He chuckled. "Just for you," he said, grinning. "I'd buy you your first drink, too, if you want." Sengoku looked up at the owner of the voice. The smile on his face grew. "Though, I don't think Inui-kun would like it if he knew I'd been buying you drinks."
Shinji gave into laughter as he slid into the seat across from Sengoku. "As long as you're not looking to bring me back to your room when the night's over, I don't think it would be a big deal," he replied, signaling the waitress that was walking by. "But I can pay for my own drinks...it looks like I have some catching up with you to do." Ordering a rum and coke, Shinji leaned back into the seat and smiled at Sengoku. "So...how is it going with Oshitart-san?" he asked with a grin. "You *did* say you'd give me some details...."
"Don't get too drunk, then," Sengoku laughed. "So I wouldn't have to bring you anywhere and have Inui-kun after me with an axe." Sengoku shifted on his seat. It was giving him quite a pain to be sitting in one position for too long. And it was mostly his fault. "Hmm, Yuushi-sensei, eh?" he said, grinning stupidly. He thought of the night they spent together. "Where do I even begin? He was absolutely breathtaking... Though, I think I should have told him about the lube." Sengoku placed an elbow on the table, and rested his head on his hand. He recalled the events of that night and couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.
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Putting a hand on Sengoku's shoulder, Shinji leaned over and said softly in his ear, "Is this seat taken, handsome?" He had to work very hard not to start laughing and ruin the whole thing.
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