Bastian winced in sympathy. Normally he'd be a little more compassionate, but he was currently half drunk and not quite interested in acting like a normal person at the moment. "Ouch. I know the feeling, sort of. Got this in a fight a couple years back," he said before pulling the hem of his shirt up to reveal a sizeable scar across the lefthand side of his lower ribs. "Hurts like a bitch sometimes, but it's manageable."
Corbin’s brows raised a tad as he glanced over the scar on the man’s skin. He ran a hand through his hair before rubbing it over his stubble. “They cut you or something?”
"Yep," Bastian said before letting his shirt fall down again. "Nasty thing, too. Had to get a whole lot of stitches and almost had to have surgery," he said before taking a swig of his drink
Corbin nodded slowly in response. “Well, that’s good,” he hummed. He remembered his surgery. He had to have multiple, and after the first one, he had woken up screaming.
“So…what happened that you needed crutches?” Bastian asked curiously. “Must have been something good,” he said as he gestured towards the navy patch on Corbin’s jacket
Corbin glanced at his jacket, wondering if he should talk about it. “I was a Seal, and on patrol, an IED went off and the shrapnel fucked up my leg,” he answered.
"Army boy, huh? Does that mean you only bend a few ways?" Bastian asked, his usual lazy smirk spreading across his face. He took a sip of his bourbon, making a point of glancing Corbin over
Corbin arched a brow in a confused manner at Bastain’s words. He wasn’t used to being flirted with. He scratched behind Orion’s ear for a moment as he thought.
Bastian chuckled at how confused Corbin appeared. "Come on, don't tell me a pretty face like yours is as straight as they make you stand in the army," he said with a small laugh
“I’m bisexual,” Corbin told Bastian with a shake of his head. He didn’t know how to feel about the flirtation, and he had the urge to just get up and head home.
Bastian seemed to light up at that. "Well, now we know you bend at least two ways," he said with a small chuckle. He personally was exclusive to men, but to each their own he supposed
Corbin gave a hum in response, modding his head a tad. He ran a hand over his stubble, and wondered if he should shave it off.
Bastian took a sip of his bourbon, finding himself unable to keep his eyes off of Corbin. "You know, you look pretty damn good for a Seal with a messed up leg," he hummed
Corbin frowned slightly at Bastian and arched a brow. “Um, thank you,” he answered, leaning back in his chair a tad as he took a sip from his glass of whiskey.
"I'm just wondering how you haven't already been hit on by every guy in this whole place. Or girl, though the guys around here are the ones who're more likely to try and give you a free lapdance," Bastian said with a wink
Corbin gave a loose shrug as he set his glass down and rested his head in the back of his hand. “Probably because I’m just keeping to myself,” he answered.
"Well, lucky for you, you're talking to one of the best dancers in this place," Bastian purred, smirking widely as he got to his feet. Minding the leg Corbin had said was injured, he slid into the other's lap
Corbin was about to speak, when his mouth shut quickly when Bastian slid into his lap. His eyes widened a tad, and his cheeks flushed slightly. “What are you doing?” He asked.
"Well, I can't let a pretty face like yours sit here all alone. It's a club sweetheart, and clubs are meant for two things. Fucking, and drinking. And since you aren't doing either of those things, I figured you needed a little…nudge," Bastian purred, his face leaning dangerously close to Corbin's
“Uh, right,” Corbin said, slightly tilting his head away. He wasn’t the type for one night stands or for rushing into things to quickly- which seemed to be exactly what Bastian was trying to do.
"How about this. You let me by you a drink, and I get off your lap. Unless, of course," Bastian paused, now leaning down to speak right by Corbin's ear. "You like what you see," he purred lowly
Corbin felt a faint shiver run through his body at how close Bastian was to his ear, and his senses buzzed. “Just buy me the drink,” he said. It wasn’t that he didn’t find Bastian attractive, because he did, but to him it was obvious that Bastian was wanting to get a one night stand out of this.
Bastian smiled triumphantly as he slid out of Corbin’s lap. He did so slowly, grinning a bit as he did so. “Pick your poison,” he said as he returned to his seat
“Just another glass of whiskey will be fine,” Corbin answered. He reached up to run a hand through his hair, glancing away from Bastian as he did so.
"One whiskey, coming up," Bastian said with a small smile. He turned to the bartender, but he had already gone to go get the whiskey before he could ask. Bastian laughed a tad before resting his free arm against the countertop