"As persuasive as your argument is, I have business to attend to. A glass of gin barkeep."
From Create Your Own Story
The youth pouts and you're almost tempted to change your mind.
The Queen needs me. You think and toss back the cheap gin. It burns going down but you bear it like a man.
You expected the youth to have given up by now but he's still watching you, thumb brushing against his plump lip. You think about how red his mouth would look around your Arbor Vitae, how you could thrust into him...
...Bugger this, the Queen can wait. You take his hand pull him towards the back of the pub.
