Play along.

You wonder why the Kid's face pops up in your mind. He was a friend and an occasional fling. Maybe the Kid thought you two were something more but truthfully you weren't interested in other guys apart from sex. Was it wrong to think of them as anything more than that? You shrug off your own question and instead answer Mitch in an equally forward manner.

"Are you asking cause you're interested?"

"Yeah. Was it obvious, haha?"

Mitch laughs and leans in. You can taste the sweet nicotine on his lips and smell the aftershave on his face. You slide your tongue into his mouth and he opens up, reaching for your shoulder for support. Despite Mitch's rough and macho exterior, he was surprisingly submissive as you took charge. Your hand slid under the back of his shirt and down his pants as he moaned in anticipation. You were surprised to find how deceivingly large Mitch's ass was beneath his clothes. As you groped and kneaded his rear, you could feel the weight bounce back. As you're about to work your hands back up his back you hear footsteps come up the stairs. You break away and hear Mitch chuckle.

"These guys don't care, Gael. They see way worse down there than two guys having fun."

You feign a sudden interest in a sidewalk crack as several workers pass by. Before they are out of eyesight, Mitch brushes his hand against your crotch. He chuckles at your expression before asking,

"So, can we go to your place?"

You check the time and see it's about an hour until the first shift at the mines is over. You imagine the headache it'd cause trying to explain to the Kid should he happen to stop by. No, he is most definitely stopping by today to ask how work was and you didn't feel like hashing what you saw today all over again. Thinking about him makes you go soft again and kills the mood. Scratching your head you reply,

"Probably not."

"Oh. Haha, it's alright, I get it. But hey, we're only a couple blocks from the Red. I know a good place we can get some drinks. My treat."

Your throat dries up at the sound of a nice cold drink. You've never been to the Red before, had no reason or time to, so the idea of it sounded even more enticing. When was the last time you've been to a bar anyways? Maybe before the war? Mitch reads you like a book and pats you on the back.

"Haha, c'mon then. My brother's a bartender at the Rez so he'll make us the good stuff. I'm sure you can use a stiff one after your first day, huh? Haha."