There's an old man sitting next to me Making love to his tonic and gin

[emptynight]

[Thomas is standing behind the gleaming mahogany bar, a Boston shaker at his elbow as he watches the bar with a lazy, indulgent smile. Every so often, the light catches in his eyes with a gleam of silver, but for the moment he's content to just watch. And pour a drink for anyone who happens to pull up to the bar.]

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[emptynight]

[Thomas grins at Jack's entrance and sets down a clean glass] Too often. Finally got pressed into service after my tab got too high.

[jackedthename]

You poor darling. Are you having fun, at least?

[emptynight]

All the booze in the world and an eight hour shift before I can drink any of it? It's a particular kind of torture.

What're you in the mood for, Jack?

[jackedthename]

Well, I guess I'll just have to take your mind off of it, hm?

A martini sounds lovely.

[emptynight]

Martini it is.

[A low, sexy chuckle escapes Thomas' throat at Jack's words.] So of all the gin joints in all the cities in all the world, you had to walk into mine.

[jackedthename]

I don't look half as good in a dress as Ingrid Bergman, sorry, handsome.

[emptynight]

[That makes him laugh again, and Thomas adds ice to the bottom of the shaker, then measures out gin and vermouth, chatting as he does so.] Maybe not, darling, but I bet with enough drinks I could convince you to give it a go.

[jackedthename]

[That gets a low chuckle out of Jack, too, and he's watching Thomas very intently.] Confidentially? For you, we might not need the drinks.

[emptynight]

[He shakes up the martini, then pours it into a chilled glass and tops it with a twist of lemon before sliding it over the counter.]

I suspected, but I thought I'd give you the excuse.

[jackedthename]

[He nods in thanks, and then takes a sip, pausing to savor it a bit, before he's back to grinning at Thomas.]

Thoughtful of you.