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[paintnheart]

Though he had just met Scott, Brian was going upstairs with him. This was one of those habits his father absolutely hated, but he wasn't ashamed of it anymore. Scott was an attractive man who hadn't judged him for being in NA and had listened to him. If that wasn't a good sign, then he really needed some more therapy

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[oldguysrule]

"You know, portraits and fruit and shit," he laughed to himself. He never thought he'd quote a movie in his life. He stripped himself of his shirt and smirked. "What are you going to paint with?"

[paintnheart]

He had to think about that one for a moment, then he smirked right back at him. "Well, if you don't have any paints there are always markers, sauces work too. Chocolate sauce. A bartender would have that right?"

[oldguysrule]

"I have chocolate sauce in my fridge." He sauntered over to it, pulling the door and getting the stuff, tossing it to him.

[paintnheart]

He caught it then set it down so he could strip off his own shirt. He didn't want to get it dirty. "You should lie down on your stomach, somewhere you'll be comfortable."