Fashionably Late (Touchy)

Paul practically burst through the door ten minutes later. The tiger stood immediately, pacing in its small spot on the board. Jack watched as his friend stumbled to the board, grabbing from the deck almost desperately. "What happened to you?" Paul looked to Jack and then Bruce.

The mess of red hair was all sorts of fucked up. It looked wind tossed as if he had been running to get here. "I got caught up," a lump formed in Paul's throat as he just replayed what happened, "drinking." Paul slowly went to his seat, noticing his tiger running five steps ahead.

When Paul sat, he sagged in relief. He had ran here. No bag, no keys, hell he left his wallet. When he was at the bar Dan had showed up. It wasn't even planned. Paul had initially gone there to wind down and ignore the offer he had accepted. When Dan walked in they both spotted each other. And next thing he knew he was accepting drinks and having a good time with the man! Then a small tug hit his senses. It took four more tugs, each stronger than before, for him to realize it was for the game.

It was the sixth tug that had **** his hand, and he couldn't control himself as he bolted out the place. Paul let out a groan, realizing the only thing he had on him was his phone. "You sure you good?" Paul looked at the worried Bruce, smiling a little as some sort of reassurance.

"Yeah, I'll just have to call someone to get my stuff back." Paul pulled out his phone before feeling that tug again, slamming his phone down on the table. With another groan he went back to the game. "Fine- I'll read the damn card." Paul turned over the tiger striped card, ready to be over with his turn. "Touchy; You can't seem to keep your hands to yourself when you see visible skin."

Paul set down the card and picked up his phone with a huff. "My turn now?" Paul nodded to Jack before stepping out of the room, already dialing a number. Jack turned to Bruce with a slight grin. "I think sir soulless was hanging out with that shower dude." Bruce took a sniff the air, shrugging at the claim. Paul did mention drinking, and he reeked of ****.