His heartbeat jumps when he realizes he can't move. It's panic, a dump of adrenaline that he can't do anything with, and - maybe because of that fucking smile - he's a little turned on.
He can't move, at all. Every part of him wants to rebel, but he can't do that, either.
Shit.
When he finally feels it let go - whatever it was - he laughs, delirious, and slumps against the bar. Shit. He finds himself hoping Victor discovers a reason to look him up. Any reason. Kavinsky tries to shake off the feeling and makes sharp eye contact with the bar tender.
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He can't move, at all. Every part of him wants to rebel, but he can't do that, either.
Shit.
When he finally feels it let go - whatever it was - he laughs, delirious, and slumps against the bar. Shit. He finds himself hoping Victor discovers a reason to look him up. Any reason. Kavinsky tries to shake off the feeling and makes sharp eye contact with the bar tender.
"Set me up again."