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eames (_eames) wrote,

Eames watches Arthur from across the bar, marrying up the intelligence he's read on him with the real life man himself. He knows Arthur isn't the nervous, retiring type, even if he can probably play that card. And his posture oozes his confidence, even if no one else can pick up on it. His posture, his gait as he makes his way across the bar and, my my, Eames doesn't know if this is a test of his skills in the field or a different test entirely.

Arthur is lovely.

Eames has the manners to give him a once over whilst he's still at a distance, so that when they're up close and personal he only has need for eye contact.

"My mistake indeed," Eames smiles. "It's been a while since I was in the States. Methods have clearly changed." Arthur, oh, it was a shame this was work, but he has no time limit. Safe and innocuous is all they asked of him. "So, help a fellow out here. What does one do to show appreciation for a handsome man across the bar? For the next time I'm in town."

He smiles on, lifting his garish drink to his lips. It tastes of raspberries and is the least alcoholic alcoholic thing on the menu.

"And please," he adds, swallowing. "Even if this is a straight up rejection, keep the drink. I'm not the vindictive type."

Arthur's sexuality is questionable and not in the intelligence files, but the body language between him and the lady he left at the table is certainly not that of lovers. And the chances of a straight man out with his work friends calmly coming over to reject another man's advances without it involving a punch to the face are, in his experience, very low. So there is hope, and this could be a very successful evening.