[ Clay loosens his tie and weighs his options, checking his Richard Mille despite just having his phone in his hand. Something about the ticking and reading the clock hands calmed him a bit. Still early enough, he ventured. After another long moment of consideration, he closes out the other conversation with a sneer.
He shot out texts to three other friends, two of whom he knew usually had female companions with them. This was not going to bother him. Not a bit. Clyteus changed out of his jacket and finished the drink he'd poured while he typed back to a reply.
Two hours later, Clay is quite drunk at a club, with a girl at his hip. He kisses her neck, smiling at the giggles and the soft glow of her skin as he whispers to her. Meanwhile, Jerr is without a date and makes lewd comments about performance issues and a cancelled date, which cause Clyteus to shove his friend and use some choice insults about the other's pathetic love life.
Another hour, Clay is in a hotel room and breathing in sweat and the smell of her hair as he pushes it aside. His head begins to clear as the minutes slip by, and it makes everything focus with a sting. There is a moment of missing the smell of saltwater, even as he insists to himself he prefers this woman's musky perfume.
Perhaps it was then he began to realize he was in trouble. ]
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[ Clay loosens his tie and weighs his options, checking his Richard Mille despite just having his phone in his hand. Something about the ticking and reading the clock hands calmed him a bit. Still early enough, he ventured. After another long moment of consideration, he closes out the other conversation with a sneer.
He shot out texts to three other friends, two of whom he knew usually had female companions with them. This was not going to bother him. Not a bit. Clyteus changed out of his jacket and finished the drink he'd poured while he typed back to a reply.
Two hours later, Clay is quite drunk at a club, with a girl at his hip. He kisses her neck, smiling at the giggles and the soft glow of her skin as he whispers to her. Meanwhile, Jerr is without a date and makes lewd comments about performance issues and a cancelled date, which cause Clyteus to shove his friend and use some choice insults about the other's pathetic love life.
Another hour, Clay is in a hotel room and breathing in sweat and the smell of her hair as he pushes it aside. His head begins to clear as the minutes slip by, and it makes everything focus with a sting. There is a moment of missing the smell of saltwater, even as he insists to himself he prefers this woman's musky perfume.
Perhaps it was then he began to realize he was in trouble. ]