Tristan had worked quickly at helping to close up the bar. He loved his job and he loved his customers, but his favourite part of it all? The time he spent with just Peter after they’d closed. He’d started off staying after everyone else as a means to earn a little more money, sneak in a drink or two, but now he genuinely looked forward to it. Gradually he’d grown to see the man as a great friend, someone he could trust entirely and totally rely on, but Tristan wasn’t satisfied with just that. Instead, he wanted more. And though Peter had dropped hints that maybe he did too, neither had dared go that far. Tonight was going to be different.
Once they were finally alone, Tristan turned to Peter, laughing softly at his question. “Mhm. You know you’ll give in one day.” He took a step closer, moving his hand to rest lightly on the man’s chest. His head cocked to one side, emerald eyes almost glowing in the dim light. “There’s no time like the present. We both know you’ve been thinkin’ about it.”
The alpha gave a little smirk. “I’m sure I will.” he countered. “The question really is if you can handle being with me.” he replied, finishing wiping down the counter. “I’m sure by now you’ve noticed some of the clientele isn’t all that mundane.” he began. “Not all of the staff is either.” He leaned against the bar, watching Tristan quietly for a moment. “I have been thinking about it. Hard not to. But there are risks to wanting to be with me, Tris. Very dangerous risks.”
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