“You’re the only person I can fucking dance with without it being cheating,” Sawyer said absently.
“Likewise,” Sebastian said dryly.
Sawyer smirked wrapping his arms around Sebastian’s waist, moving his hips to the music.
Sebastian wound his arms around Sawyer’s neck, easily falling into the rhythm.
“Just fucking dance with me,” Sawyer groaned.
Sebastian rolled his eyes but smirked and stood up, dragging Sawyer onto the dance floor.
Sawyer rolled his eyes. “That happens when you drink?”
“As in move,” Sebastian said, pushing Sawyer back a little.
Sawyer frowned, winding his arms around Sebastian’s neck. “Please, sexy?”
“Your breath smells like a fucking brewery,” Sebastian said, rolling his eyes.
Sawyer just grabbed Sebastian’s drink and threw that back too. “Dance.”
Sebastian frowned. “Now you really have no chance of getting me to dance,” he said, ordering another drink.
Sawyer rolled his eyes fondly, downing the rest of his drink. “Dance with me.”
“I’m drinking,” Sebastian said, not moving an inch.
“Because your hot,” Sawyer answered without missing a beat. Truthfully, he was already pretty drunk, but he wouldnt admit it.
Sebastian smirked and took a sip of his drink as it was handed to him. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Sawyer smirked when Sebastian sat next to him. “Hey, babe.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Why are you smirking?”
Sebastian headed out and was at Scandals fifteen minutes later, easily finding Sawyer due to the sandy blond hair. “Hey,” he said, sitting down next to him and ordering a long island iced tea.