"No, yeah, literally too," Cisco replies, and he's blushing so hard
that he feels like his face might actually burst into flame. He's not
great at flirting on a good day, not to mention he'd be a lot better
at this if he weren't so sober (and caffeinated), and he's never done
this with another guy before, so he doesn't even have the confidence
of knowing for the most part what he's getting into. And it's
definitely not that he isn't interested, because he absolutely
is (a fact his anatomy can attest to), but he's just so
completely out of his element that he's lost any chill he's acquired
over his 27 years of life.
He clears his throat. "I, uh. This point might be moot because we're
talking about a theoretical drink at an imaginary bar, but I, um. I'd
order a Sirius Black, I guess is what I'm saying."
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"No, yeah, literally too," Cisco replies, and he's blushing so hard that he feels like his face might actually burst into flame. He's not great at flirting on a good day, not to mention he'd be a lot better at this if he weren't so sober (and caffeinated), and he's never done this with another guy before, so he doesn't even have the confidence of knowing for the most part what he's getting into. And it's definitely not that he isn't interested, because he absolutely is (a fact his anatomy can attest to), but he's just so completely out of his element that he's lost any chill he's acquired over his 27 years of life.
He clears his throat. "I, uh. This point might be moot because we're talking about a theoretical drink at an imaginary bar, but I, um. I'd order a Sirius Black, I guess is what I'm saying."