Things seemed to be going so well, for something Ashed hadn't planned. He wasn't too much of a planner anyway; but when a man who looked as impossibly stunning as this Tej presented himself to you like a surprise gift - and you actually don't screw it up in the first five minutes - you don't bloody question it. Tej had targeted him, was actually chatting him up - they were sharing drinks! Yeah, it was going absolutely brilliant.
All the talk about hunter and prey, and Ashed didn't even realize he was not the hunter in this scenario. He was so taken by the fact that Tej, who could easily pick any of the small-town rubes in this silly little town, had chosen him. Maybe for amusement, or boredom, or whatever - Ashed believed he didn't care why.
"Sazerac suits you," Ashed said boldly, not talking about the drink, per se. "You should branch out from old favourites, yeah? Expand your horizons." Something mum used to tell Ashed to get him to study more.
"I'm sorry about you mum," he murmured, to prevent himself from gleefully shouting 'Mine too!!' at Tej. The grief and pain momentarily muted by fine drink and finer company. "Mine, erm, passed about a year ago now. My dad a year before that. Ammi wanted me to find Hexmore, find a relative I've never met. Anyway..." His family business? Ashed thought his answer was so clever: "Pest control. I loved it. Not the most glamourous...you look like your family's lived a high life, if I do say so myself."
Hearing Tej speak his name made Ash want to demand he say it again. And again and again, in different ways, under different lights, different positions. That lightly spiced accent wrapped around his name made it sound more real. More alive than ever.
Don't underestimate him. Ashed huffed a slightly incredulous, almost smug laugh. "If it's not about speed or strength, then what's it abo--" Ashed forgot his voice, when he met Tej's eyes again. So dark and piercing, so reflective and shadowed, Ashed's words crumbled to a whisper. He wanted to tear those hooded, thickly lashed curtains back with his teeth. "...about?" he finished softly.
Hazel Mora's mystery temporarily dismissed, and Ashed was fine with it, for now. He thought they were getting privacy on the rooftop bar to make contact. Make out. A little snogging session. Something so intimate it made Ashed worry that he wouldn't be good enough, that Tej might laugh at him for it. When was the last time Ashed kissed someone who wasn't his parents? Never mind the rest of it, bloody hell. He was rusty and nervous...
...and Tej suddenly playing childish pranks wasn't helping.
"Help now? You bloody shocked me for a laugh! I thought you were -" Ashed's face flamed hot, as he realized suddenly that Tej was just toying with him. This wasn't about primal attraction; it was a cat playing with a mouse. Why this Tej would want anything more intimate with a guy like Ashed, when he could just have some fun fucking with him. "Piss off," Ashed snapped, backing up, feeling suddenly more alone than he'd ever felt in his life. Even with Tej surging up to him with napkins, likely just to mock him further.
To wish for his mummy and daddy back at a time like this, felt more pathetic than ever. He was a 42-year old man, and he couldn't even - he was so stupid, thinking with his dick. He was so alone. The closer Tej stepped, the more Ashed backed away.
His tailbone hit the bannister, and there was a loud CRACK as it suddenly gave way. Bloody unreliable safety hazards on a bloody smalltown bar trying to bloody class itself up as something urbane - and Ashed could feel it give way under his weight. He couldn't catch his balance. Gravity took control now, and Ashed was helpless under it. How high up were they? Only a couple stories - he could -
"No - no no nononono--!!"