[Danny shuffles alongside Charlie, a slight skip to his step that he doesn't bother to hide. He's more relaxed than he's been in a long time, free and wanting nothing more than to see where this might go. He's intrigued by the way Charlie commands the area around him, drawing eyes from women as they pass by, and he doesn't blame them, Charlie's beautiful.
He brushes his hair back from his eyes, turning his body towards Charlie while still moving down the street.]
A lot? This place thrives on our being intimate. There'll be different ways of, um, perceiving what that means, but the most obvious one is meeting strangers in bars.
[He points at the building coming up on the right.]
It's that one. [Danny holds the door open for Charlie, takes him up a flight of stairs and unlocks the first door on the right. It's a thousand times nicer than his own flat back home, but not quite as private as Scottie's home. He shuts the door behind Charlie, tugging his jacket off.] Would you like somethin' to drink?
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He brushes his hair back from his eyes, turning his body towards Charlie while still moving down the street.]
A lot? This place thrives on our being intimate. There'll be different ways of, um, perceiving what that means, but the most obvious one is meeting strangers in bars.
[He points at the building coming up on the right.]
It's that one. [Danny holds the door open for Charlie, takes him up a flight of stairs and unlocks the first door on the right. It's a thousand times nicer than his own flat back home, but not quite as private as Scottie's home. He shuts the door behind Charlie, tugging his jacket off.] Would you like somethin' to drink?