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Yes?

[His face is choir-boy innocent even as he hooks his ankle around Jack's under the bar.]

[He automatically looks down at that, feeling his earlier resolve not to fluster down here starting to slip. He swallows and looks back up to Turlough.]

Not here.

Fair enough.

[Turlough unwinds himself from his leg and picks up his drink, and in no time at all has located a free booth in the corner and settles into it. Are you coming or what?]

[Of course he is, just give him a moment. When he gets to his feet he find himself swaying a bit, but not so much that he has any trouble following Turlough to the booth.

He's also somewhat wary again, looking around and re-checking the circumstances as he settles into the seat across from him, but not too much. No one would bother them back here, right? Or is it more Turlough he should be worried about?]

[Everyone seems too wrapped up in themselves to pay much attention to two guys having a drink together. Not that they're particularly together at the moment, given how far away Jack sat. Other people might take that as a sign to back off, but Turlough just wonders if sucking him off in the bathroom stall will loosen him up enough for any dancing later.

So yes, Jack. Be very worried.]

Why did you come here at any rate. It's obvious you're not enjoying yourself.

[Jack hesitates before answering, spending an unsure moment wondering whether or not it would be best to tell him the truth before he decides to just go for it.]

I was worried.

About me.

[That hits him like a freight train, and he can't help but curl into himself for just a moment before the scowl is back on his face.]

I can look after myself.

I just didn't want to see you end up hurt. Or...worse.

[Because for all the things he knows so far about him, all the things he's been told outright and the things he's had to surmise for himself, one of the things he has no idea of is whether or not he can handle himself in a fight -- and while the City is rather calm and lacking in violence and horrors compared to the city he'd left behind, it's still one of the most important things Jack thinks he can know about any person he deals with, especially someone like Turlough.]

I've survived until now without someone looking after me, thank you.

[He may not look like much, but he's smart, and he's crafty, and sometimes that gets you further.]

I think I need another drink.

I didn't mean to...

[But he trails off there, no longer sure of how to end that sentence. He sighs instead and runs a hand through his hair.]

So do I.

Won't be a mo.

[Turlough slides out of the booth and makes a beeline for the bar. The drinks take long enough that he's made up his mind by the time he gets back. This time when he sits himself down it's right next to Jack again.]

[Oh, hello. Jack isn't too surprised by the change in seating arrangements, but he does glance down at the distance between them as he takes his drink.]

Thanks.

You're welcome.

[Turlough stares at him for a few moment before he finds that interesting place right behind his ear and presses a slow kiss onto it.]

[It's a good thing Jack has already downed some of his drink when Turlough pulls that move, because otherwise he'd be spitting it out all over the table.]

Turlough-- [But he doesn't pull away or move any hands to stop him, so it's more an exclamation of surprise than protest.]

If you want me to stop you can say so.

[No promises he'll do anything about it. He trails a little lower down his neck between words.]

Jesus, Turlough...

[But he says nothing else, and he doesn't move again either, except to tilt his head back -- to take another drink, of course, not at all to give Turlough more to work with, even if that is exactly what the motion also accomplishes. As long as he's just kissing for now...]

[Turlough can feel his words as well as he can hear them, a low rumble in his chest and he presses one hand there, right over his heart as he works his way down towards his collar bone.]

[The hand over his heart, as it always does, causes the beat of his heart to pick up, and he almost unconsciously moves one of his own to Turlough's back, the other still holding onto his drink as he lightly wraps his arm around him. In this case, though, his quickened pulse may not solely be the result of Turlough's hand; they're still in a public place, after all, a public place that Jack still does not entirely trust, and he's still never had anyone kiss him like this before, either.

But as long as he has a hand on him, he doesn't find himself worried by any of it, for better or worse.]

[He finds his way down to his chest, having to pull that hideous sweater aside to drag his tongue over his collar bone. He's practically in his lap now, happily oblivious to the fact that they're in a public place, or as least not really caring.]

[At that, he brings up his other hand to cover his mouth, trying (at least partly in vain) to keep a low noise from escaping him. Part of him still feels like he shouldn't be encouraging this, like he should put a stop to it or at least take it somewhere more private, but the other part can't help but run his hand further down Turlough's back and try to hold him more tightly.]

[By now Turlough is most definitely straddling his lap, using the new angle to reach around to the other side of his neck. The hand around him feels warm and strong and controlling and Turlough drunk enough by now that he doesn't question himself leaning further into it.]

[Oh, god. Having him in his lap like this is too much for Jack to handle right now.]

We should... [He swallows, his fingers lightly digging into Turlough despite himself.] We should take this somewhere else.

There's a loo around the corner.

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[Oh, Turlough.]

That, uh— That's not really what I had in mind.

Then tell me what you do have in mind.

[Preferably slowly. He likes the way his voice gets when he's turned on.]

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