10-28-2023, 08:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-28-2023, 08:25 PM by Alistair Bishop.)
The air had filled with electric tension like preceded a storm or, in this case, a verbal sparring. Alistair held a grin at the corners of his mouth; a testosterone-fueled excitement was radiating up his veins. This stranger at the bar was a puzzle, an unknown, and damn if Alistair didn't love a good ribbing. Just like he and the boys had done as they had traveled from wrestling show to wrestling show back in America. The nights at the bar after a match had become legendary.
"Good, all I want right now is a quick fuck. I get off taking from other men who can't keep what they have satisfied. Maybe you need to watch so you can learn something." Alistair had said, the words smooth like aged whiskey, dangerous and enticing all at once. He had a sharp yet playful tone to his jab.
Alistair leaned forward, elbows on the table, and a playful smirk on his lips. "You think you know a lot. We're all friends here," He was locking eyes with Kristian. "Give me a sip of what you are having. No harm in a little sharing, is there? Or are you afraid I might waste your precious liquid?" Alistair had a confident taunt to his voice, the kind used between men who understood the rules of this ritual of dominance. "Maybe you have some secrets you can tell me by the time we get to the bottom of that bottle."
"Good, all I want right now is a quick fuck. I get off taking from other men who can't keep what they have satisfied. Maybe you need to watch so you can learn something." Alistair had said, the words smooth like aged whiskey, dangerous and enticing all at once. He had a sharp yet playful tone to his jab.
Alistair leaned forward, elbows on the table, and a playful smirk on his lips. "You think you know a lot. We're all friends here," He was locking eyes with Kristian. "Give me a sip of what you are having. No harm in a little sharing, is there? Or are you afraid I might waste your precious liquid?" Alistair had a confident taunt to his voice, the kind used between men who understood the rules of this ritual of dominance. "Maybe you have some secrets you can tell me by the time we get to the bottom of that bottle."