[ The fine line they keep toeing across has begun to blur somewhere between the original e-mail and dragging the man out onto the dance floor in the dim of the club. What had inspired him to join him at he club in the first place, he still doesn't know. Beyond doing his job, beyond any contract or gentleman's agreement, beyond any lick of sense he has. ]
I don't think I'm worried about whether or not I'll find it on search engines. So, next time.
[ A promise he shouldn't make. ]
And maybe next time we limit what Pietro - what was the nickname you gave him? - has to drink. Or at least watch whose pants he puts his hands into. I think the bouncer was ready to party in a different way.
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I don't think I'm worried about whether or not I'll find it on search engines. So, next time.
[ A promise he shouldn't make. ]
And maybe next time we limit what Pietro - what was the nickname you gave him? - has to drink.
Or at least watch whose pants he puts his hands into. I think the bouncer was ready to party in a different way.
[ A beat, then: ]
...Did you make it home okay?