Hartley shrugged. Reaching up and adjusting his glasses. “I don’t know. I don’t actually think I’m drunk.” Hartley sighed. “I guess I should ask whether you’re a villain now or what. I mean, that’s extremely attractive. But. I’m just curious, you know?” Hartley looked down at the floor, reaching over and lightly resting a hand on Cisco’s thigh, feeling oddly cuddly for some reason. “You’re a lot different than before.”
“Villian? That’s debateable. I don’t kill. I just aim to hurt at this point.” Cisco glanced at the man from head-to-toe. “You’re probably drunk this is your first rodeo, after all. I guess I’m a villian. That’s what I’m going for, anyway.” Cisco felt a hand on this thigh and took it into his own, intertwining their fingers. “I’m aware, as are you. Hartley.”
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