"I'm fine, I'm fine... just don't talk about me about wearin' chaps or my hat at the beach. Nose still stings a bit and I'm not sure I could handle another laugh," James said with a groan as his guest asked if he was alright after his tequila nose fit. After another sniffle and breath to make sure he didn't have anything left up there, he grabbed the tequila bottle for another much more careful sip that he made sure to swallow before he raised an eyebrow back at Keiran.
James wasn't exactly in the closer, hadn't been in quite some time, but he was more used to bringing it up to apologize when a lady tried to proposition him. "Wife? Nah, never been married." He took a contemplative sip from the bottle of tequila and set it down on the table as he thought about whether he should further elaborate or not. Fuck it. "Never been into the ladies either for that matter."
It was a very brief acknowledgement without directly addressing that he thought Keiran was at least visually appealing, though he worried he'd already been a bit too obvious about that. He drummed his fingers on his thigh for a moment as he stared fixedly at the sharks on the television, trying to think of something to talk about that wasn't going to be super awkward, nor about how he was really curious to see just how well those horn dog pants fit Keiran. "Anyway if you don't want to be in them horndog pants lemme know and I can probably find you somethin' else to wear instead. Can't promise it'll be as comfy though, the only pair comfier I got are on my ass right now." Or he'd bring up the pants again anyway.
Well it could be worse he supposed. "You gettin' tired? If you just want to go to bed just let me know and I'll scoot. Don't let me keep you up or nothin."
James wasn't exactly in the closer, hadn't been in quite some time, but he was more used to bringing it up to apologize when a lady tried to proposition him. "Wife? Nah, never been married." He took a contemplative sip from the bottle of tequila and set it down on the table as he thought about whether he should further elaborate or not. Fuck it. "Never been into the ladies either for that matter."
It was a very brief acknowledgement without directly addressing that he thought Keiran was at least visually appealing, though he worried he'd already been a bit too obvious about that. He drummed his fingers on his thigh for a moment as he stared fixedly at the sharks on the television, trying to think of something to talk about that wasn't going to be super awkward, nor about how he was really curious to see just how well those horn dog pants fit Keiran. "Anyway if you don't want to be in them horndog pants lemme know and I can probably find you somethin' else to wear instead. Can't promise it'll be as comfy though, the only pair comfier I got are on my ass right now." Or he'd bring up the pants again anyway.
Well it could be worse he supposed. "You gettin' tired? If you just want to go to bed just let me know and I'll scoot. Don't let me keep you up or nothin."
