Guy was having a blast. Fuck 'Le Boeuf'; they should have had this in London in his world (of course they would have been rounded up - again - and the consequences would have been a lot harsher, considering all the wriggling and writhing bodies on the dance floor). He'd been indecently touched by several, propositioned by a few and asked to dance by a couple. And he'd just been to the bar to get Tom and he a drink.

He didn't take anyone up on any offer, but came back to Tom, who looked delightfully out of place and terribly sexy in that tight shirt.

They kissed, hand in his hairs, but then; an unexpected pull. "Should we?" He teased. "I don't think I'm done dancing yet. Why do you want to go now?"