the man is drunk. very obviously drunk. the kind of drunk that has him leaning into laurence’s space. hot, alcohol-filled breath brushes over his face as the man whispers what’s PROBABLY a sleazy pickup line. only laurence is far too focused on just how CLOSE the man is to figure out what’s being said. a hand brushes over his hip and he rears back, eyes wide.
❛ hey!! don’t– ❜ oh god, now he’s trapped against the bar. ‘someone save me!!’