Kavinsky wasn't a huge fan of this particular bar. It reminded him too much of campy Southern queens and being naive enough to think he could sneak into a bar in Maryland by the good grace of his cute face and slender body alone. Now, though, it was oblivion, and that was good enough for him. There was the possibility that Baz might track him down here; the even slimmer chance that Newt might.
Instead, while nursing his whiskey sour at the edge of the bar where the tender has mostly left him in peace except when he orders, Kavinsky found himself subject to a voice he only sort of knew. He turned a little, and the face, at least, struck the name back into his memories.
He did a good show of putting on a winsome smile. "Hey. Lee, right?"
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Date: 2016-01-30 12:24 am (UTC)From:Instead, while nursing his whiskey sour at the edge of the bar where the tender has mostly left him in peace except when he orders, Kavinsky found himself subject to a voice he only sort of knew. He turned a little, and the face, at least, struck the name back into his memories.
He did a good show of putting on a winsome smile. "Hey. Lee, right?"