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[leftwithmybones]

When he'd agreed to this, it had seemed like a good idea. Some drinks, maybe some relaxing, and he'd end the night a little sore, a little sore-eared, but probably for the better. Now, though, he's rethinking how much of a good idea this all is. The music is loud and McCoy has the suspicion that they've stumbled into a gay bar for their second stop of the night. Not that he's upset with that, but he's a lot worse at navigating one-night-stands with men (especially when he doesn't have love spells to help him).

He's coping with alcohol -- probably not the best idea, but hell, it's working. He's managed to nab a slightly quieter section away from the crowd, adjusting his green henley as he peers out over the dancing crowd for a girl that's lurking here for Jim. He's honestly not sure he could stand watching Jim go home with another guy, especially not if he'll be a room away.

"What are you thinking?" he asks above the music. "You wanna move on?"

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[leftwithmybones]

He resists a little, shifting and twitching given that he's not used to the one being so prone. He gives in, though, because he knows Jim's too stubborn to do anything but keep pushing. So he leans back into the touch, turns his head just enough to let his breath push at the small hairs of Jim's forehead, huffing out a soft laugh that the music swallows up.

He reaches a hand back to squeeze his hip once, just a reassurance at this point.