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lepidopterologistThe evening after his encounter with Q and Bond, Harry had texted Nyx. He'd never thought he would, still not quite believing that the young man had given him his number. But the response was basically... sorry, too busy this week. He had no idea if it was true or just an excuse, but it stung stung a bit regardless.
He certainly wasn't going back to the club. Hell, he was pretty sure he'd never go back there. But if it were possible, he was even more wound up than he was before. And if he didn't get this out of his system, who knew what he'd do when he finally saw Bond or Q again.
Finally, he made his way to a gay bar far from the WSS headquarters. Still in a decent place in town, not sketchy, but where there wasn't much of a supernatural population and he thought it unlikely he'd run into anyone who recognized him.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he was still thinking of his conversation with Nyx, about the pros and cons of wearing a suit like this... but honestly, if what he pulled was someone who was into Fifty Shades of Grey, that was kind of perfect.
He sat at the bar, nursing a double scotch, and thought that he'd give it a bit of time to see if anyone approached him before coming up with another strategy. It had been a while since he'd done this.
He certainly wasn't going back to the club. Hell, he was pretty sure he'd never go back there. But if it were possible, he was even more wound up than he was before. And if he didn't get this out of his system, who knew what he'd do when he finally saw Bond or Q again.
Finally, he made his way to a gay bar far from the WSS headquarters. Still in a decent place in town, not sketchy, but where there wasn't much of a supernatural population and he thought it unlikely he'd run into anyone who recognized him.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he was still thinking of his conversation with Nyx, about the pros and cons of wearing a suit like this... but honestly, if what he pulled was someone who was into Fifty Shades of Grey, that was kind of perfect.
He sat at the bar, nursing a double scotch, and thought that he'd give it a bit of time to see if anyone approached him before coming up with another strategy. It had been a while since he'd done this.