[It had been a long time since he'd gotten this sort of attention, the adoration, clinginess and forwardness that Angel seemed to display in abundance. It may actually be one of the only times he's gotten quite this level of it. Perhaps it was the fame. The concept of celebrity drove people crazy, got them doing anything to try and be in the spotlight and maybe this was no different, but fuck it, if she wants her fifteen minutes of fame he'll gladly give it.

He does his best to get the order out for two 'Angel's Tits', managing to give the order with only the smallest of smirks before getting entirely distracted by the woman wedged between him and the bar. There's no resistance to the encouraging squeeze at his ass, hips pressing in closer against her as he leans down just enough to lean in close, foreheads almost touching but not quite there. Jeff would have been quite content with a more traditional form of wooing in the shape of a kiss, but that wet thumb trailing against his chest is certainly a new way to go about it. A sudden, soft inhale is his approval of it all, huffing out that breath seconds later as the damp fabric cools instantly against him. This Angel chick was either a psycho or an absolute keeper, either way he was willing to find out.]

Not so bad yourself. Y'know, I know of plenty of hotels nearby that bring drinks to the room. It'd give us a chance to get away from the crowds, maybe get to know each other a little better. [Spoken against her ear as he keeps that closeness, giving no excuse for miscommunication over the noise of the party.]