[ The hallway is pretty deserted, as the only through traffic is staff and bathroom breaks, so Tim makes a few extra stops along in the VIP row rooms and office. He’s not necessarily looking for a chat, but the twenty-year-old is presenting the opportunities for them.
(It’s not an accident that Midnighter’s here. That would be more serendipity than he’s prepared to accept.)
(Besides, if he’s not in reach of the bar, there’s less chance of getting hoisted up back up on counter to random music - random, because he sure as hell knows to make himself scarce when “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” comes on.)
So he’s not exactly surprised at the question, but he does raise an eyebrow at the immediate touching of a touchy subject round these parts. ]
Obviously, there’s an anti-discrimination policy, but the hours are easier if no one’s waiting for you to come home. Dress code’s black, and it’s only a pain on Coyote Ugly night.
[ He lifts the tray that’s tucked between his arm and torso, revealing a series square cutouts down his side. ]
no subject
(It’s not an accident that Midnighter’s here. That would be more serendipity than he’s prepared to accept.)
(Besides, if he’s not in reach of the bar, there’s less chance of getting hoisted up back up on counter to random music - random, because he sure as hell knows to make himself scarce when “The Devil Went Down to Georgia” comes on.)
So he’s not exactly surprised at the question, but he does raise an eyebrow at the immediate touching of a touchy subject round these parts. ]
Obviously, there’s an anti-discrimination policy, but the hours are easier if no one’s waiting for you to come home. Dress code’s black, and it’s only a pain on Coyote Ugly night.
[ He lifts the tray that’s tucked between his arm and torso, revealing a series square cutouts down his side. ]
Why, you looking to moonlight?