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Foster Lee

Foster had always believed in the idea of right, of good triumphing over bad. People were basically good. Bad situations turned them bad was all. He didn't rightly think that people wanted to hurt others or take from another person's mouth. The way he saw it was most people didn't understand. They themselves were always hurting, right? People felt gnawing hunger or the pain of not having shoes that didn't have holes in them, the inability to have decent clothes and that was their reality. Then they saw other people eating and wearing nice stuff and they thought 'why not me'. They took from them, never realizing that maybe that person had been saving up so desperately to have a nice meal or that was their one nice outfit for work. That was what the case had been with Foster; he made decent money and he did like the finer things...but he had only been able to buy himself on fine and nice suit because all the rest was seeing to make sure he had a roof over his head, food in his belly, and that he could send money back home. He wanted to send enough so that maybe his baby cousin Wes could go to college, but...there was never enough money for that. How was any one person suppose to know that, though? All anyone could see was a case of haves and have nots. People saw others eating and never really thought about what they were eating really. To be honest, sometimes he felt nothing proved his point more than when the economy had taken such a dive. There were good honest people out there now that didn't have nothing. The thing was that good and honest people starved to death or died in the winter when the chill got too bad. People may not have wanted to be thieves, but things changed after all.


Everyone always told Foster he had gotten in the right business. Foster had always looked at them in confusion, never quite learning his lesson, because people always told him that there would never be a shortage on crime, as if he got paid for every criminal he caught. It always made him annoyed, indignant even because that hadn't been why he wanted to be a cop. Ever since he had been little, he had seen the cops around his small town; his family had been on first name basis with some and occasionally when he and his ma had been in town, she would just go ahead and drop him off at the station to wait for her because he had always been more interested in the goings on of the station than in shopping for anything. The police there had always made time to talk to Foster, always to say why they had gotten into police work and that it was scary sometimes. It had been there that he had begun asking why were there bad people? Why were people arrested? Sure going to church explained that God had given everyone free will and some people used it to do bad things, but...why? He had never for one second thought that as soon as people were given or learned they had free will, they would go rob a store. The police officers had never been able to explain to him. They had just really gone 'well, bad people do bad things', because Foster had been small and didn't realize he was tired of that answer. So he had decided then and there that he would become a cop, he would find out the reason and start working to change that.


He had started his police officer life in his old home town, he had learned an awful lot but...But his home town was small. There was crime but it was likely just a kid that had thought it was a good idea to sneak into someone's house, saying they were trying to see their girlfriend or there was someone that had been wandering around drunk and needed to sleep it off somewhere safe. That had all been well and good, but he hadn't been helping anyone. There was no big question of why anyone did anything there because, well, no one really had fallen to rock bottom. Or their rock bottom was a gentle thing where they didn't have a means to steal more. So he had made the choice to move. It had been hard. He had loved being able to live at home, help the farm when he hadn't been working, being there with his cousins, his closer cousin who was practically his sister...but he had had to go where he could feel like he was making a difference. In Chicago, it was easy to feel like he wasn't making a difference still but for all the wrong reasons. Chicago was big city; there were a lot more lives that had been ruined and a lot more cops that had been corrupted. Foster had dealt with people saying he was too small town, that he was going to wind up running home to his ma crying about the big bad city. But he had kept moving forward, he had kept pushing and trying – and he had had the last laugh when the day came that they asked him to be a federal marshal. He had been twenty five when they had asked him, four years since he had come to Chicago. Some people had been happy for him, some people hadn't understood. As soon as Foster felt himself being pettily pleased with himself, he had shaken it off, told himself he knew better than this and was just grateful. They had paired him with an old army man – apparently Peyton had been one of the first to go into the army once word of that war starting to take place in Europe had happened. He was a nice enough fella; he and Peyton worked well together. Their superiors had often said that they were what every boss always hoped for; Peyton made Foster a little more realistic, a little more willing to put his foot down, but Foster made Peyton softer around the edges, less likely resort to violence straight away.


He was happy. Not for the first time, but he felt being happy these days was one of those rare things that you had to hold onto tight because who knew when it would happen again? He was happier still when he found out one of his cousins was in the city too. It had taken him by surprise because he remembered Law saying he was going to run off and join a jazz band, which everyone thought was a little silly. Foster had just thought it was sweet that he was trying to keep his dream alive. It also made him feel a little less lonely and it had made him a little less cautious. Foster wasn't exactly the most naïve man in the world – all right, so he was gullible and sometimes backhanded compliments went over his head and he wanted to believe the best in everyone – but he knew that despite the fact that their had been a ban on liquor, people still had it lying around. Look at Peyton. There had been a few times that Foster had shown up on his doorstep and he had been red headed and groggy and not all there; even when his housekeeper said that Peyton had been sick, Foster wasn't stupid enough to miss the smell. The thing was that as squeaky clean as people thought he was, he understood that take something away, people would find it out of spite, they'd snatch it up even more because you told them they couldn't. No one had explicitly ever asked him to police that. So when Law asked him to stop by the club he was playing, Foster had put on his nicest suit and was ready to play willfully ignorant. And the club had been the most amazing thing he had ever been to. It had felt so...open and free. People were subtle, but he had seen men and women with their heads closer to other men and women than they would have been outside the doors, he seen quick and stolen movements that might have been a hand touching or kissing. The alcohol wasn't exactly flowing free, but people seemed happy. Foster himself felt perfectly content with water. That just meant that when he saw the man, he was completely sober and realized he couldn't be making him up. The man he saw was the most damn attractive one he had ever seen partnered with a woman just as beautiful. They were a lovely sight, a perfect pair, but his eyes kept going to the man. He watched them interact, moving like a pair that had seen years together and worked out just what they needed to do to live around each other. Somehow they seemed deeper connected than anything romantic could ever manage. But no matter what, his eyes kept straying to the man, even when said man occasionally looked up, met his eyes and Foster left quickly trying to look like he hadn't been staring. Wouldn't it be his luck to be thrown out of the club because he had been eying someone up and making them uncomfortable?
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Tobias Mosley

There were probably stranger ways to celebrate an anniversary, but Tobias had yet to hear about it as of yet. Of course, most of the people that might ask would never know fully what they were doing, but even hearing the tiniest hint of the fact that he was taking his wife to a speakeasy would be enough to earn some titters and strange glances, falsely raised voices of fake teasing and remarks about making sure to not get caught. He and Charisma relished the atmosphere of the place, honestly, but that wasn't truly why they were going. They weren't going for the entertainment and music or the dancing, enjoyable as it all was. They weren't even going because it was the one place that you could get a good drink nowadays. They were going because it was one of the few places that allowed them the freedom to be who and what they were for a short period of time, it allowed them to not have to live in the illusion that they had projected to the world for so long. It also allowed them their special gift to each other which was spending the night not in one another's company. Normally, anyone who heard that would think that must mean that they hated one another. On the contrary, Tobias loved Charisma a great deal. In some ways, he supposed he even did love her romantically and not just on the deep level of friendship that they had always shared. Their marriage would have been perfect if they had been able to love each other sexually as well. Unfortunately, though, that had never worked out. Fortunately, though, they both were more than understanding of the desires of the other. The chances to indulge were far and few between - even less so for himself - and this one night gave them a chance to branch out a bit, so to speak, and come back in the morning full of tales for the other to enjoy. Really, there was something to be said for marrying your best friend who understood and actively engaged in the same lifestyle as you did - who even encouraged you when looking at someone else instead of them. The amount of times that he had found a man for Charisma or she for him probably couldn't even be counted at this point.

When he reflected on his life, he knew it could have been much worse. He could have been forced into any sort of marriage. He could have had to marry some poor woman who expected so much more from him than he could give. Charisma could have not wanted to go along with the idea at all. Charisma might have expected more from him. He could have had to go it alone and be an eccentric bachelor. The last wouldn't have been so bad, but it would have been lonely; lonely and much riskier. If he took a man back to their home, well, he had made a friend, obviously. He was a handsome man married to a beautiful woman. He had no ulterior motives at all. The same with if he brought a man back to their home who had expressed more than just a passing interest in Charisma - or rather, she had expressed an interest in him, because Tobias wasn't going to bring anyone home to Charisma that she hadn't approved. They were just being friendly with their home, with their wealth, with their personalities. There was nothing whatsoever to send any red flags up. The people who knew about it kept their mouths shut - and why shouldn't they? They had a good time. Sometimes they wanted more, but the time wasn't right and neither Charisma nor Tobias were really looking to give up their lifestyle or even each other. Anyone who wanted to smear their name through the dirt would never get far. They were experts at bouncing rumors away from themselves and, really, they were powerful enough that most people wouldn't believe someone else. They might not be precisely young anymore, but they were still confident in the power of their words and of their names.

Right now, though, that certainly didn't seem to be getting them anywhere at all if he were being honest. The two of them had patrolled around the borders of the dance floor, had even taken a turn or two out there, had stood around in groups of others and discussed movies, politics, the economy, the same boring humdrum. Through it all, Tobias had certainly found no one that was sparking his interest. They were all boring, all the same, and really none of them were his physical type. None of them were Charisma's either. He wouldn't say that their tastes ran specifically the same, but they were similar enough that he knew that she would have the same amount of interest in them that he did. Besides, her gaze kept wandering towards the band and the members in it. Or, more specifically, one member. A small smile had quirked up the edge of his lips as he realized that. Well, maybe one of them would come out of the evening with something to talk about. He wouldn't begrudge her that in the least, even if it meant he ended up spending the night entirely alone. Still, the night was young and the place was busy as usual. It was as he was thinking of idle ways to get Charisma over to the band that he felt eyes on him. He turned his head and caught the brown-eyed gaze of another man. And Lord, that was more like it. Every few moments he would turn his gaze back to the other man, to meet it and then to watch him turn his gaze away quickly, as if he were afraid to be caught. Wasn't that just adorable?

That certainly solidified his potential plans for the evening. He waited for a break in conversation before he put a hand to Charisma's arm. "Maybe you should go closer to the stage. You certainly seem to have a fondness for jazz tonight," he told her. It earned him a quirk of the eyebrow, which he just responded to with another glance towards the all too handsome man sitting by himself. That was all they needed to say to one another. They split towards their prospective prey and Tobias could almost feel sorry for them. They would have no idea what they were even getting into at this point. At the same time, though, he thrilled at the thought of what could be waiting at the end of the evening. He weaved his way through the crowd, making his way to where the other man was. He offered up a slow, curling smile as he drew up as close as he dared get with someone who he wasn't sure of how they would react to him. He let his gaze dip to the glass. "Just water? Can I get you something else or are we trying to be good tonight, hm?" His tone promised that, if the man wanted, he would be very amiable to being bad instead.
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Foster Lee

There was a part of Foster that was thrilled at the illegality of what he was doing. He was sitting in a speakeasy and there was liquor flowing free. He felt so...he wouldn't say free because that wasn't right. He felt more like one of those penny dreadful types. One of those detectives that had been put on the edge, or one of those criminals that wasn't exactly bad so much as they had been put in the wrong sort of circumstances. He felt like he was getting away with something while at the same time not doing anything at all. Maybe he should feel more guilty, but...but if he were suppose to feel guilty or like he was doing wrong, he would have called Peyton on it ages ago. He would have gone to him and said he was doing something illegal and he needed to stop. He all ready had his hand in the jar of cookies, what was a little bit more? And obviously they weren't going to start calling people on it, going up to people and asking if they had known anyone who had been drinking. If they did, he might be in trouble, but unless they came bursting through the door...For one moment, his heart stopped and he turned his head to look at the door and held his breath as he watched. No one came bursting in, it was just the same group of people having the time of their life. He was safe, though it made him wonder how many times police had tried to bust in. Was this place lucky or was it nearing its time to being found out?


A moment passed and he dismissed the silly idea of a sudden bust, turning his head with the intention of checking on the man that he had been watching. Only to find that suddenly he was right there and he was smiling at Foster. He could feel a sudden drop in his stomach and a tangling of his heart before the man even spoke. He ducked his head a tiny bit, lifting a hand to ruffle at his hair. "Oh, I'm good with water. I ain't much of a drinker, to be honest." Even before the ban had come along, it just hadn't held any appeal. He had done some to toast people, he had done it to feel like an adult. It was all right, he supposed but it wasn't anything he needed to have. After a moment passed, he realized that he had a sudden opportunity. "What about you, though? Am I gonna be able to buy you a drink?" He couldn't keep the eagerness out of his voice. Summer use to laugh and say he always reminded her of a puppy, that she could practically see his tail wagging and that it was endearing. Well, sometimes it was. When he was visiting with the ladies, they seemed to like it. But when he tried to subtly court the men, they seemed to prefer a harder sort of man. Foster had never been able to be "hard" all the time, though. Oh in certain ways he could, but...he was still gangly, goofy puppy dog Foster.


He glanced over his shoulder, watching as the man's girl went closer to the stage and seeing her taking Law's attention. There was no trying in her motions, there was no odd attempt to wait for him to see her, she just took it. "You and your wife come here often?" there was just a touch of caution on the word 'wife'. For all he knew, the two of them were brother and sister that were particularly close. Except he didn't think there'd be a redheaded and blond siblings, unless they had come to each other later in life. Besides, it was still something that didn't strike him as siblings. They were too close. Husband and wife was the closest thing he could use, even if it still wasn't right. Beside, this opened the door for the man to tell him what their relationship was. Maybe Foster's heart would be pushed aside before it even had a chance to start. "I admit, it's my first time." He managed that for one second before the snort came out, just a sharp little sound that was hopefully lost amongst the chatter and music. Saying those sort of things had never quite lost their edge for him. Most of the time, he looked at other men – men like his partner – who were very serious faced and suave and just the perfect sort of man and he tried to be like that. It was like play acting, though. A real man would have said that with more a smirk, a raised eyebrow, welcoming others to see the double meaning. Then there was Foster who had to giggle over it because he knew it had been used endlessly for sex and he had just said it over something innocent. He still kind of felt like his ma should be showing up and scolding him for it, never mind the fact she pointed out that he was a thirty three year old man. She kind of was expecting him to know all this sort of stuff by now.


Shifting in his seat, he held out his hand. "I'm Foster, by the by." He thought about giving a fake name because he didn't want this coming back to him. But at the same time if this were heading to where he hoped it was...he didn't think the other man would want it coming back to him either. They were in a box then that kept them both reasonably safe. He also figured it wouldn't do much good for him to give a name because he would forget about it and he wouldn't respond and that would cause a whole different set of trouble. He toyed with glass a tiny bit, stealing the occasional glance at the man. "It's a pretty nice place here, I gotta admit. I was expectin' something a bit...I dunno, seedier?" He expected something darker with more vicious people hidden away in corners and discussing plots of...terrible sorts of things, he supposed. Instead it was warm and cozy, open and friendly. "Good music too, though I'm thinkin' it's a bit of a bias." He made an offhand gesture to the band that was on stage. "My cousin's up there." He felt like he was babbling and he wanted to stop, he wanted to think about words that would impress this man. The problem was this man looked awful fancy and awful well to do. What could Foster possibly say to impress him?
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Tobias Mosley

As he stood there, Tobias allowed himself the freedom to fully study the man's features up close. He had neither an overly long nor an overly baby face, but was somewhere in the middle. That dark hair was slicked back neat and tidy in the way that Tobias loved best. The man's ears stuck out a little, but that just made him all the more endearingly attractive rather than less so. The warm, brown eyes were welcoming and rich, something he could fancy himself staring into and getting lost in if the circumstances were just right. And the body... oh, it was hidden by a suit but Tobias could see the lines within the suit. He could see the slight tug of muscles against the fabric. It all added up to a very attractive picture and one he would like to see more of. Unfortunately, you never knew how it was going to turn out. The man could have been eyeing him for another reason altogether. Maybe he had been looking at Charisma. Maybe he had been looking at Tobias' clothes. He could even have been looking at Tobias because he didn't like the sight of him, but it was easily confused as something else from across the distance. Tobias and Charisma were both old hats in this dance and they both knew you couldn't just dive right in and make suggestions. You had to take your time and find out if the interest was there and then if they wanted things to move further. Maddening, at times, but being cautious was better than being in trouble.

Tobias smiled a little as the man ruffled his hair along with giving Tobias a smile that made his cheeks dimple, both actions that he found incredibly endearing. When the man spoke, it was with a thick Southern accent that Tobias was fairly certain he had never heard before. It was even more endearing, really. In some cases he might have been put off by it but here, with this man, he found it just added to the overall picture of him. "In a night like this and in a place like this and you're only drinking water?" It seemed a bit of a waste to him. After all, you came here to have a good time and to drink alcohol that had banned, didn't you? Still, he couldn't blame him if that was what he wanted. He paused for a moment and then raised an eyebrow as the man spoke again, asking him if he could buy Tobias a drink, all the eagerness in the world in his voice, it seemed, at being offered the chance to do so. Tobias gave a small, wry smile at that eagerness. "Oh, you can buy me a drink any day," he offered up truthfully. He had certainly missed alcohol when the ban had come through. He would take it whenever he could get it.

Tobias moved closer to the table without sitting down in the least, putting himself even nearer to the other man. It was almost, almost right up in his personal space but with just enough distance that the other man could pull back if he wanted to. He glanced up to watch Charisma use the full force of her personality on the poor, unsuspecting band member. The man really had no idea what he was in for but that was all part of the fun of it all, wasn't it? "Oh, we come here a fair amount although I wouldn't call it often." Coming often was setting yourself up to potentially being arrested, after all. Besides, they had their jobs and other things that they did for fun. This was just a way to let loose and live a little. They spent most of their time dining and at the theater, honestly. He turned his gaze back to the other man just in time to hear him speak again and to hear an adorable little snort and laugh that had followed the words. It was almost unbelievable - after all, this was a grown man that he was talking to - and yet, at the same time, it was still endearing. "Well, isn't that even more of a reason for celebration then?" Tobias countered. "I'll be sure to take quite good care of you," he stated, allowing himself a slight quirk of the eyebrow to only help drive home how much of a double meaning he was putting behind those words. He still wasn't one hundred percent sure of where the man's interest lay but it felt like he was trying to do the same thing and sound Tobias out. He was in for a pleasant surprise, really.

Tobias reached out dutifully to take the hand that was offered to him. He shook it lightly, but then he just held onto the hand rather than letting it go for a few beats. Then he reluctantly released the hand, although not without a quick swipe of his thumb against the back of Foster's hand. "Tobias," he said, offering his own name to the other man. He had never bothered hiding who he was. After all, many people recognized them by now. There was no sense in giving a false name only to have someone else potentially out you only moments later. He gave a soft laugh as the other man said he had thought that the club would be seedier. He shifted away just a tiny bit, enough to take a chair and shift it closer to the side of Foster's table rather than just taking it across from him. He slid into the seat gracefully. "There are plenty that are like that. This one prides itself on being elegant and elaborate. They cater to a much higher clientele than many of the speakeasies around the country." Alcohol was nice, but Tobias wanted what this place offered more than just the alcohol. He wanted the dancing and the glamour, the band, a classy bartender to serve out the drinks, and the freedom to be who he was for a short while rather than what he and Charisma usually presented to the world. He turned his gaze back to the band as Foster mentioned it, just watching for a moment in silence. He gave a small laugh after a moment. "My, it's like a family reunion, isn't it?" He watched one of the men closely, the one that Charisma had had her eyes on all night and who kept looking at her even now. "Is he the tall one with curly hair?" They didn't look overly similar, but they shared some traits.

"My wife has a taste for jazz this evening," he said casually, as if this were the start of a normal conversation. "Or, more accurately, for jazz musician." He reached out to pick up the drink that had been brought to him, taking a sip. He looked over the rim of the glass at Foster for a long moment. "And I, well, I have a taste for..." He paused, letting his eyes rake over Foster for a moment. "What is it you do for a living? Well, I suppose it's not important. I can just replace your profession by saying I have a very pronounced taste and hearty appetite for men named Foster." Now, of course, was going to be the make or break moment. The man could be revolted. Some men, he had found, were fine with Tobias wanting him but they couldn't accept the fact that he was married. He hoped that Foster would be neither, that he would roll with it.
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Foster Lee

It wasn't safe to say that Foster wasn't use to flirting but that had always been with ladies...and, all right, that had been few and fair in between. He had been too dedicated to work, everyone said. Hell, there had been a few questioning looks, a few idle questions wondering if he wasn't single on purpose and then people were always watching him very carefully. He was pretty sure people either gave up at a certain point or they noticed the occasional woman that was on his arm, but Foster still found it hard to date. He was always trying to work more, work harder, get extra money so he could send it back to the farm. And then when his superiors made him take time off, he'd travel back to the farm to help out. So sitting here with a handsome man in front of him, he felt like he was all ready awkward and he hadn't said much. He gave a small shake of his head as he grinned. "I ain't much of a drinkin' man. Just ain't my thing." People always seemed to think it was because Foster rarely did things by halves. He was a police officer – so he was the most upstanding and honest police officer there was. He was honest – so he could never lie about anything, even if it meant sparing someone's feelings. He didn't drink, so obviously it was because he was the sort of man that feared the consequences of drinking. In actuality, he just didn't care for it. Maybe once upon a time he might have liked a glass but these days it was fine without. When Tobias spoke, he couldn't help his (what Summer called) his dopey laugh, the one that was usually an indicator that he was in love. "Well," he said in amusement, "I think my superiors might get mad if I'm buyin' you one any day of the week." Because alcohol was still banned and there were some things that couldn't be ignored.


The other man came closer and Foster felt his mouth go drier. IT wasn't an appropriate response, he told himself, especially when he realized that the man hadn't denied that the two of them were husband and wife. So what was he doing over here? What was his wife doing looking at anyone else? If you were married, that was it, right? Why would they be looking at anyone else? "Right, not often," he agreed easily. Did that mean they did come often? Or was this one of those things he could believe what they said? Peyton had always clapped a hand to his shoulder and said that his problem was he was too quick to believe what people told him. He accepted and rolled with it and sometimes people lied. Especially these days. But in this case, why would the man lie? Did he think Foster was going to get on him and arrest him? "Well, I mean, they say anything's a reason to celebrate?" Being alive was a reason to celebrate. Surviving was a reason to celebrate. Anything could be a reason, for better or for worse. Sometimes it lead people to being happier with their lot, other times it lead to people to overextend themselves. When the other man said he would take good care of Foster and quirked his eyebrow, Foster couldn't help snorting again, looking so ridiculously pleased. It was like being a child in school again when you thought you were getting things past the teacher.


The handshake was light but lingered, not that Foster was overly complaining. It was the kind of handshake that the better off people tended to have, like the more money you had, the less you had to grip someone's hand. But Foster liked it, he liked the warmth and how smooth it was. And when he let go, Foster missed it. "Tobias," he said the name easily, partly to indicate to Tobias he had heard and understood it, partly because he had wanted to test it out. It was a good name, a strong name...a lovely name. Tobias gave a soft laugh, moving away just enough to sit down, and Foster felt himself be awfully pleased at the fact that Tobias shifted that chair closer to him. If Foster had been a bit more bold or maybe if they had known each other longer, Foster could have reached out to wrap an arm around his waist, settle it there and let his fingers play with the suit jacket he had on. "Ain't ever been in one before. It's real nice." He should probably be frowning severely, shaking his head and storming out to tell his superiors but...he couldn't do that. This looked like a very nice place, people looked happy and there didn't seem to be any harm. Foster had always figured that people should be the ones to tell themselves what they did and didn't do, that prohibiting things like it might not be the best solution...or at least it wasn't the main issue. Just because no one was drinking didn't make all that crime disappear. But then again, the way Foster saw it it wasn't alcohol that had made his family's farm almost go under. When Tobias laughed, he couldn't help grinning. He had a nice laugh, almost sweet in a way, and Foster wanted to hear more of it. "Almost," he laughed himself. He gave a quick nod. "That's my cousin, Law. He was a bit too young for me to ever do much with when we were kids, but..." But he was family.


When Tobias spoke, Foster felt his heart slam into his chest. "She ain't gonna eat him, is she?" That was what his ma had warned him about in going to the big city. There were people out there that would eat them up and spit them out like they were nothing. She looked like an awful nice woman, but what if she did that to Law?? After all, what kind of woman was married to such a nice and handsome man like Tobias and still went elsewhere? Granted, Tobias was over here with him, but maybe Tobias was like Foster in that women and men were both fine?? But then Tobias looked at him from over his glass, let his eyes rake over him and Foster could feel a blush forming. "Well, actually," he leaned in, "I'm a federal marshal." He wasn't ashamed of being one, but he also knew that he shouldn't be announcing that in a place where illegal activities were. People would get the wrong idea; people would think he was there to cause problems when all he had wanted to do was see his cousin...and visit with such a handsome man like Tobias. The blush got even worse as Tobias said that he had a taste and appetite for men named Foster. "Oh you need to stop," he smacked a little at Tobias' arm, still unable to keep himself from feeling so horribly pleased and pleasantly embarrassed.
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Tobias Mosley

Tobias just watched the other man, not in the least bit shy about letting his gaze continuously rest on him. "Really?" Tobias questioned, almost unable to believe it. It seemed like, nowadays, more people drank than had ever been drinking before. It seemed like the moment that the government had stepped in and said 'you can't do this anymore' that everyone had taken great pains to prove that yes, they could. Tobias certainly hadn't let it stop him nor Charisma, although he could admit that it had been curtailed somewhat. He couldn't imagine someone coming to a speakeasy to not drink but, well, he supposed it took all kinds. Besides, he knew there was more to the place than just drinking. There was dancing and music, they had entertainment. It was also an amazing place for networking, considering the amount of politicians and people in power that tended to grace these places with their presence. He smiled a little at the laugh that the other man gave. It was an endearing sort of a laugh. It didn't quite invite you in, but it made you smile to hear it. Or, at least, it made Tobias smile to hear it. "Oh, is that so?" Tobias asked. There was a tiny little prick of worry at that. There weren't many superiors that would care, honestly, if their employees were drinking. Most of them were either drinking as well or supplying it. Was he a police officer? Was he actually some sort of mafia member that was a rival of this place? There could be more, but those were the two that stood out most. They were the ones that would be the trickiest to deal with in any sort of situation.

"Once in awhile," he said with a slow smile. "To have a little fun." Because they didn't want to always be here. They didn't want to get caught by a raid. Because they had busy lives, honestly. They couldn't always schedule in a night to go out and drink and party. Not like they used to be able to, anyways. Then there were other things that they would be busy with. They would have appearances to make or meetings to attend. They had to still pretend to the world that they were husband and wife. They couldn't just always slip away to the speakeasy and then go around hunting for some willing participants in their personal bits of fun. "Oh, I can agree with that. For instance, I believe I'm celebrating the fact that I came here tonight." Because Foster was an attractive package. He might not have given away signals fully that said he wanted Tobias' attentions but he hadn't gotten angry or brushed away the more blatant hints that Tobias had given so far, either. Maybe it might end in nothing but Tobias was definitely going to be celebrating tonight if it ended in where he wanted it to go.

Tobias still wasn't quite sure the way things were going to go, though. Foster hadn't reacted adversely to anything he had done. There was an eagerness to his expression and a look that Tobias had seen once or twice on some awestruck young men. He hadn't come forward aggressively, though, and he certainly hadn't been giving his own hints at all. It was a bit maddening but perhaps he was just careful. "Tobias and Foster," he murmured out softly. "It has a nice ring, don't you think?" That was a bit heavy handed, honestly. Not at all like how he normally was but perhaps he had to alter a bit for this game. If every single man that he pursued was an easy catch, why, it would get incredibly boring, wouldn't it? "Well, you certainly chose a lovely one to be in. They believe in being opulent and high class." There were certainly ones that did not. Tobias had heard of ones that were practically just a back room in a grocer's store, just there for someone to get a quick drink and leave. He could understand, of course. Not everyone had the money for opulence and sometimes you didn't want a show or the splendor of it all. Sometimes you just wanted a drink you couldn't get at home and you wanted it very quickly and discreetly. Dressing up for some fancy speakeasy was neither quick nor discreet. The grin that popped up on Foster's face was endearing, it made his cheeks dimple all the more and Tobias could get used to that very quickly, he thought. "I see," Tobias commented. It was interesting. What were the odds, really, that he and Charisma both would be going after members of the same family? But past that interesting thing, Tobias wasn't really looking to discuss a family reunion. He was far more interested in the man that was sitting right next to him.

Tobias gave another amused laugh as Foster asked if Charisma was going to eat him. "Oh, I imagine she will. In the fun way, however," he said with another quirk of his eyebrows. That young man - if he agreed - was going to find himself having the night of his life, that was for certain. Charisma certainly was not cruel or anything of the sort but she was a woman who knew what she wanted and she would take it when she had permission to do so. This man's cousin would definitely have a night of it and a story to tell for quite some time. Tobias took a slow sip of his drink and he almost choked on it when Foster leaned in closer and announced that he was a federal marshal. "I wouldn't say that any louder," he finally managed. He doubted he would announce what he was if he were planning on raiding the place, but the owners and patrons might not take kindly to it nonetheless. At the very least, some people might panic if they thought the law was coming down on them. "Well, I always did have a thing for men in positions of power," he finally said. He arched an eyebrow just slightly as Foster gave a light smack to his arm and told him that he needed to stop. That was a flirt if he had ever heard one. Tobias felt more comfortable in being bold with words and actions like that. He lowered his free hand down to rest against Foster's thigh, relatively high up on his thigh. "Do I, now?"
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Foster Lee

Foster could admit he wasn't use to the stare. Oh, he had felt a lot of stares in his time. There had been many times that his bosses had tried to stare him down to figure out the truth of something he said, his partner had stared at him for various comments, criminals had stared at him for capturing them...but this was wholly different. This was the look of someone interested. This felt like the look that waitresses had given him when Peyton had pointed out that they liked the look of Foster. He gave a small shrug as the man asked 'really'. "My mama never exactly scolded anyone for drinkin' but it just never hit it off with me." In a nation that had fought back by drinking more, Foster knew he was an anomaly, but...he never knew his dad. He had to become the man of the house at such a young age and his ma had never had time to remarry. There had been no time for drinking and when he did, it had tasted so awful, he just could not figure out what everyone liked about it. He had left it alone, left it to the people that liked it and then it had all imploded one day when the country said no more alcohol for anyone. The sheer number of busts Foster had done for that sort of thing was too vast and it was enough to make him wonder why they had banned anything anyway because clearly people were going to keep doing it. He grinned as the other man asked in an curious voice about his comment. "But on Sunday I am the Lord's man and He's the most superior of all, so I don't think He'd mind an awful lot." It had been one of those things he had talked to Summer about, just idle chatter of children who were curious. She had been the only person to know that he had looked at men the same way as women, she had been the one to assure him that she personally thought maybe God wouldn't be so upset so long as the love was pure. God certainly wouldn't mind the drinking so looking as it wasn't excessive.


"Well, fun's important. Especially these days. Everything's so dark and dreary, just a shame if you ask me." He supposed he was just going to have to accept it at the value that it was presented to him. He didn't know this man, he didn't know his life. Maybe he did only come here for some fun with his wife. Maybe the looks he had been giving Foster had just been an entirely different look from what Foster had thought he was doing. He didn't know and it probably wasn't his place to make snap judgment. He ignored the voice in his head that sounded vaguely like Peyton that said he was a cop and snap judgments were kind of their thing considering they had to decide instantly if someone was causing trouble or something. "Yeah," he found himself saying, glancing around the place to take it in again, "this is a real nice place. I'd celebrate comin' here too. You know, that's a nice thought, though. I can really appreciate someone who celebrates those little things in life. With the state of things, it's just so easy to let yourself get down, but if you can appreciate such small things..." He gave a small sigh...and then he found himself wondering if the man had actually meant coming here was a reason to celebrate. Most people when they were saying that kind of thing meant it in regards to something that had happened – finding a new job opportunity, finding a new friend, finding a new loved one. Not everyone celebrated the small things like they were alive and in a nice place. But this man could have been like that. He could possibly appreciate such small things.


He beamed at the man – at Tobias as he said their names together. "I think it sounds right perfect." Because it did sound nice, it sounded...silly enough, it sounded like it was meant to be said that way. And if he were being well and truly honest, the kind of honest he was with Summer, it sounded like the way you were suppose to say when introducing a husband and wife, or a boyfriend and girlfriend. It sounded like one was supposed to be attached to the other...and he tried to stomp that thought down. Tobias had said he was married. He was married and even though his wife was looking elsewhere right now, that meant Tobias liked women. Maybe he was a bit like Foster, who had looked at both, but it didn't change the fact he was married. Oh Lord, what if he was the cause of a marriage breaking up? How would he feel to know that he had ruined what they had? What would they do when they had to hide away what they were? What would Tobias say as to why he parted from his wife? The sheer fallout of it all would kill them just as surely as if they were seen outside of this place kissing. "I'm definitely getting the high class feel," Foster said easily. And he did. He had heard tell from other cops about the speakeasies they had busted into, the kind of no man's lands where God didn't touch and it was just sin after sin after sin. This, though, this was nice. It was actually what Foster would have expected going to someone's house back before everything had fallen through. Music and drinks and pleasant chatter. "He seems to be doin' all right for himself." Though he couldn't quite keep the worry from his voice when he glanced back over to them. Law seemed almost smitten with the woman and she, in return, looked kind of like she had just found prey.


He gave Tobias a doubtful look when the other man laughed and said the fun way. "I dunno if there is a fun way to eat someone. 'Least not with both parties survivin'." After he said it, he felt his lips thin a tiny bit as he realized what Tobias had said had been what plenty of people had said back at work. Plenty of people had talked about the man eater women out there and the men that would just eat up a pretty lady. For one brief moment, his worry was pushed aside at annoyance pointed towards himself. Of course it was like that. Of course he felt like he had stuck his foot in his mouth, though he was pretty sure that it was less that and more...more he never felt as country as when he just didn't seem to understand what people were saying. People were always using double meanings and clever little words and Foster like a dumb hick when he could only smile at people blankly. Tobias' reaction to his job wasn't all that surprising and foster lifted a finger to his lips, giving a small nod when Tobias said he shouldn't say that louder. He knew. Of course he had known. It was the same thing Peyton probably did when he went into these sorts of places – and he had to be doing that because Foster may not have been a drinking man, but he could recognize the smell of it, he could recognize the reddened eyes and the flushed cheeks. He felt his own face start to flush as Tobias said he had a thing for men in positions of power. "Oh, I wouldn't say I got that. Just...just another man on the great chain, you know." He lifted a hand to scratch at his cheek. And then there was a hand on his thigh and Foster couldn't interpret that in any sort of way other than what it actually was. He felt his heart beat harder as Tobias almost challenged him and he felt a grin spread across his face. "If you don't stop, you might see what kinda power I do got," he countered. He hoped that worked. He hoped that between the grin and the leaning closer and the glint he felt that it was easier to take as a flirt and less than a 'I will put you in front of a judge'. He wasn't one hundred percent sure it would, so he slid a hand up Tobias' arm, then right down his side so he could rest it against the other man's hip.
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Tobias Mosley

"I see," he commented as the other man shrugged and said that it had never hit off with him. That was, honestly, quite adorable. The accent, the fact that he still referred to his mother as 'mama', the fact that he was in the middle of a speakeasy but he didn't drink... it was adorable, really. "I think it hit off with me all too well," Tobias added with a slight snort. Particularly wine. He had spent an awful lot of time in tasting and testing and finding the right sort of wines that both he and Charisma liked. He had been absolutely incensed when prohibition had passed. He wouldn't say he needed alcohol but damn it, he didn't want to be told he couldn't have it. He wanted a glass of wine with dinner. He wanted to have a martini at a party. He wanted to stand with a glass of wine in his hand and sip it while listening to boring chatter at a party. Alcohol wasn't just a drink. It was a routine. It was a way to politely excuse yourself from a boring conversation because you needed a new drink. Alcohol had become ingrained in the way of life for most Americans and then they had taken that away from them.... and then they wondered why about ninety percent of all Americans now broke the law every single day. Tobias couldn't stop himself from raising an eyebrow at the religious comment. Oh, don't tell him he'd gotten his interest laid in an overly religious type. Those weren't likely to give him fun. They were likely to want to try and 'cure' him more than anything. "Well, I suppose thanks to God when you put it that way." He didn't bother to get into a long dissertation about the fact that he thought religion a hoax and a sham. That wasn't going to earn him any friends here, after all, and probably not a trip to a bedroom either.

"Oh, believe me. I am quite good at having fun," Tobias stated. It helped that he and Charisma were well off. Perhaps their funds had taken a hit during the depression but then so had just about everyone's. They had been smart with their money, however. They saved, they cut back on things they didn't need, and they both worked hard. It ensured that while their money might dip a little they weren't struggling in the least. Of course, it was perhaps a tiny bit of a lie that he was good at having fun. Tobias was far better at just working, it seemed. Not that he didn't have fun but... well, he did have to be encouraged into taking breaks. Charisma complained about it constantly. He gave a small chuckle as the other man went on with a sigh to say that this place was nice and he could appreciate celebrate coming here. "Oh, the celebration was for something else. Coming here is just part of a gift to ourselves." A part of him said he should probably stop talking about himself and Charisma as a pair. The rest of him, though... well, they were a pair. They were soulmates. They were married. It was just that it made it sound so misleading, as if he wasn't interested in this man because he had come here with his wife. There was no just tactful way that he had yet found to say that he and his wife were quite possibly not even going to go home together this evening and that was the real celebration for the both of them. "But I have learned to be quite grateful for the small things." Small things such as finding an interesting man right off the bat. He certainly could find reason to celebrate that.

"Oh, I quite agree," he murmured the words out with a small bit of amusement. Surprisingly, he did agree. Their names just rolled off of the tongue together nicely. It wasn't like some couples where they said their names together and there was just something a bit off. Just a tiny bot of a jar because the way that their names sounded just didn't mesh well together. Foster and Tobias, though, just sounded quite nice. For the moment, Tobias just leaned forward on his elbow, placing his chin lightly in his hand as he watched the other man. "I can admit to being rather picky in where I might spend my time. There are some establishments I would never set a foot in." There were places that were essentially bars attached to a grocery store, for crying out loud. He shuddered to think just what kind of alcohol they had concocted in a place like that because he highly doubted that it had much alcohol in it at all. Not only would he be sorely out of place in a situation like that but he rather liked fine wine and high class alcohol. He liked to know he was actually drinking alcohol and not gasoline. He gave another small laugh as Foster glanced back at his cousin with a look of hesitation and worry. "If he plays his cards right he'll do more than all right for himself." Charisma hadn't stormed off in search of someone else and she hadn't come back to find him angrily. That spoke well for what was going on currently.

Tobias gave another soft laugh as he raised his glass to take a small sip of the drink. "I beg to differ. There are quite a few fun ways to go about doing that." He put a little purr into his voice, just a little hint of a promise of what there might be. Glancing over at Charisma once in awhile, he knew she had probably succeeded in getting her hooks in - at least if the almost awestruck gaze that the trumpet player kept trained on her was anything true. He was going to have no complaints about being eaten, that was for certain. He would certainly like the chance to show some of his tricks off to Foster - and that coming from someone who wasn't overly fond of that activity either. Maybe it had been a bit of a dry spell or maybe he just wanted to see the expression that he would cause. He gave another soft cough and then cleared his throat as Foster just nodded and raised a finger to his lips. For one small moment, he wondered if maybe he wasn't going to end up in jail rather than doing anything fun. But Foster didn't say or do anything else after his statement. He seemed keen on just being here as a patron for the time being, at least. "Maybe you do and maybe you don't. But you have a position of power over normal citizens... and you are most certainly powerful in other ways." Granted, he didn't look overly buff. The shirt wasn't stretching at the seams. But he was a federal marshal. He had to have some muscle and strength to wrangle criminals. Tobias rather thought he would enjoy being wrangled a bit himself. "Oh?" Tobias questioned as Foster grinned at him as Tobias' hand rested high up on his thigh and said he might just see the power that he did have. The words might have been threatening except that Foster stroked a hand over his arm and then down his side and rested there against his hip. That was a bold enough move that Tobias felt safe enough in sliding his hand just a little bit higher - touching but not touching - and he leaned in close to speak right against the lobe of Foster's ear. "Why? Are you going to arrest me, officer? Use your handcuffs if I don't stop?" With little hesitation, he tilted his head just enough to very lightly nip against the lobe of the other man's ear, heartily pleased with the way this was turning.
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Foster Lee

He watched the older man with trained eyes, he felt, and when he realized he was, he wondered if he should be looking away. You didn't just stare at someone unless they were doing something off the wall, dangerous, or you were interested in them. And while Foster was interested, he had learned a long time ago he had to be quiet about that watching. This didn't feel quiet or subtle, but he couldn't help himself. "Oh I'm sure it's not like that at all," he protested. Of course he didn't know the man at all. They had only just met but...with the law in place, surely, he wouldn't be that bad. Sure they were here, but that was just here. "Aw I bet you're just joshin'," he finally said. The law was suppose to help, he had told himself, and it had. He had said that once to his partner and Peyton had just slowly give him a look, blinking at him as if he couldn't believe the words that had just come out of his mouth. But that was suppose to be accurate, right? People followed the law. Just because there was a handful of ne'er do wells didn't mean you should go around assuming that everyone else and their mother was off sneaking into speakeasies to break the law. People were just people, some of them were bad, but most of them were good. It was just...usually people got lead astray. Or they didn't realize what they were doing was bad. He grinned a little as the man raised an eyebrow at him and gave a soft laugh at the comment. "That's what I'm thinkin'." People had always found Foster a bit odd because he had never cared for the fire and brimstone sort of sermons that had become so popular as of late. They thought he should be offended at every little thing, at someone obviously not supporting his ideas or even that God would be okay with him buying something for a man that was illegal. The way Foster saw it, things were a little bit less intense then that. The God he wanted to serve was a righteous man, but He hadn't given his people free will just to follow all the orders that other men had laid down for them.


He grinned at the other man as he said he was quite good at having fun. "It must be why you're handsome. Your body is well balanced for work and fun," he teased, feeling a bit of a thrill work through him at the mention. It was good to see, though, because there was, like he had, so much dreariness in the world right now. Everyone had been brought down to their lowest and when you were that low, you didn't have much time for anything other than being...down trodden. He remembered when he had been young, he and his ma hadn't had a lot of money, but they had family to support each other. It had been rough, but there had been weeks where there wasn't a chance to be smiling and laughing. It all came eventually, but some days, it felt like they were never going to know what it was like to be happy again. It made Foster's heart hurt a little to see people dealing with that now. Good people, decent people, now they were left with nothing. He had once commented to Peyton that he would have loved opening his door to people that needed a place to stay, but Peyton had told him not to be dumb. "Well," he said easily, "it's nice you two have that gift then. How long have you two been...together?" he hated that it sounded hesitant, but he had been hoping for something. Anything. Maybe his partner was right, maybe he was a little too small town to be going off into the big city of things. Just because he had found this man handsome and just because he had approached Foster first, it didn't mean that there was going to be anything. There couldn't be anything. Especially because he kept talking about this woman and surely, surely they were together. Foster was silly to think anything would have come of it. Of course the man had someone else all ready in line. He had probably just been coming for a drink and was trying to make small talk. Foster may have been a bit disappointed, but he wouldn't let himself forget social niceties. He smiled again as he said he had learned to be grateful for small things. "That's real important in my opinion. Sure it's pretty normal to be grateful for big things, but no one ever thinks to be grateful for small things. Small things are what makes the big things, though."


Even knowing that Tobias had brought someone there, Foster couldn't help himself from wanting to squirm in delight. It was the fact that he was getting acknowledged, attention, his cousin's partner would have said. The man he was liking acknowledged him, even knowing there was potentially someone else in his life. This was all too perfect for him to pass up, honestly. "Well, ain't nothin' wrong with havin' taste, after all," it was a little bit of a tease. Foster could understand that, though. Ever since he was a kid, his ma had said he seemed utterly enchanted with things that were "high class" or coded to mean "expensive". It had been a weird sort of thing because they had always been country folk and even their trips to the city hadn't been the big city. But he had seen the way men from big cities had dressed and he had thought it all just looked so...smart. It was alluring and made a person look so much more handsome. The clothes, the hair cuts, the bags, the stores they had gone into....he had been fascinated, but he had also recognized that it was probably something he was never going to get. There wasn't a place in his life for being envious...and yet at the same time, he had always looked at people with small sighs and longing. So he could understand Tobias wanting to be a little picky. He watched Law with Charisma and there was something odd squirming in Foster's gut. It was the acknowledgment that technically that was Tobias' wife over there. With that realization, he felt a lot of strange emotions. A part of him felt ashamed that he was sitting here flirting with this woman's husband. A part of him was angry because Charisma was a married woman and she obviously had design on Law. A part of him was shocked at Law for going after a married woman, even though he would have no idea of that fact. "do you two...not get along?" he found himself asking. He didn't want to ruin his chances with Tobias, but there was a part of him that wasn't sure he could do this with a married man. Were they unhappily married or something that they came here simply to part ways? Foster couldn't imagine that, but then he had always thought that when he married, it would be because he loved that person. There were benefits to being from a no name country city, after all, you could marry for love rather than because you had to.


When Tobias laughed and made the comment, he couldn't help but tilting his head in confusion. It was a look that he had had since he was a kid, the kind of look that had had his ma and his aunts and uncles always saying he looked like a confused puppy dog being told to do a trick it didn't know yet. Personally he didn't know what Tobias was implying...but that wasn't anything new. His cousin Summer always use to tell him fondly that he was a rare sort, the kind of man you always could trust to be honest because he didn't have a bone in his body that could lie. The down side was that things just always...flew past him. People used metaphors and subtle comments that he didn't understand because he was, he could admit, a bit too literal. Or maybe he was just to naïve. He didn't know, but Tobias' little purr had left him feeling a bit confused...and a little bit intrigued. It made him almost eager for later tonight, if there was going to be a later. He sure hoped so. He hadn't found himself wanting like this in a long while. Probably not since he was a teenager and had a lot more trouble controlling his urges. He straightened a little as Tobias continued on, saying he had a position of power over normal people but powerful in other ways. He had never really looked at things has having power over people; that wasn't who he was. He was an extension of the law, that was it. He had the power to nab people who were breaking the law and putting them behind bars, it was just like any other job he felt. Honestly, he worried that if he started seeing it differently, he might try to throw his weight around more like some of the cops he had seen. He didn't want that, he never wanted that because people looked to the police for safety, not fear. But the other thing? Oh he could preen about that, couldn't he? "Aw shucks," the words left his mouth before he could stop them. It had been a phrase he had uttered a lot of right up until he had joined the police and the marshals. Then everyone had laughed because it was so...country. "Go on with yourself there." He wondered if he was really showing how small town he was that he was getting flustered by this. He leaned a bit closer as Tobias posed the small question to him. "Well, not to brag, but I was the top of my class when it came to all the trainin' we had to do. Probably somethin' to do with that farm I was raised on." Most people had been from the city and they hadn't done poorly, but Foster had learned to pace himself before them, he had learned how to grab and heft from having to grab sheep and rams for the better part of his life. In response, Tobias leaned closer, putting his face so close to Foster's ear, he could feel the breath. He could feel the nip too, sending lightning bolts of feeling through him. "Well that might be the only option, y'know. You seem like the kinda man that might go resistin'. Can't have that, now can we?"
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Tobias Mosley

"Oh, darling, you have no idea," he commented as the other man said that he was sure it wasn't like it at all, that was just joking. If he wasn't actively trying to get into this man's pants he probably would have pulled Charisma over to prove his point. Considering he didn't want to do that right now, though, he would have to just let it drop. Besides, in some situations you probably didn't want to continue admitting how much you drank. You never knew who was going to turn around and turn the whole place in. You never knew who was going to whisper in the wrong set of ears. You never knew who was going to be offended by the fact that you were drinking alcohol - and a lot of it, generally - and who would want to get in on it. You also never knew who was going to be eager, but inadvertently tip off police. Of course, plenty of the police could be dragged down, too. It wasn't just the every day citizens who spent their times making liquor in their bathtubs, who had distilleries out in the woods and who frequented speakeasies. Government officials and police officers did, too, because they also had been forced to give up something that they loved. Tobias was certain he had plenty of dirt on the officials that came in here for a good time. He and Charisma might go down, but they would certainly take others down with them, too. "It was certainly some divine providence that brought you to my table," he said. Maybe that was laying it on thick, considering he didn't really believe in religion much. Still, there was no harm in laying it on thick and who knew? Maybe there was some kind of God or gods out there that decided that Tobias should have this moment. If so, bless them and praise them indeed. If not, well, maybe he owed lady luck a bit of praise for being kind to him tonight.

"Oh, I think I like you. You're good for my ego." He practically purred the words out as the other man grinned at him. Tobias had been complimented before, by friends, by lovers, even by some enemies. That didn't stop the fact that he enjoyed compliments. Who didn't? It was even nicer right now, though, because he was quite interested in this man and he was saying things so naturally. What wasn't there to love about that? He watched the other man for a moment, eying him closely as he watched his reaction to his words. It was always very risky mentioning what he had with Charisma. Some men balked at his being married and having a child. Some balked at the fact that he had been with a woman when he had no interest in women - even when he explained that it had been something to further their lie. Some men balked at how much Charisma meant to him. It was always touch and go to see how someone might react, but Tobias wasn't in the habit of lying about it. They were going to find out eventually so he might as well get it out of the way. "Oh, quite awhile. Let me see..." He paused, thinking. "Something like twenty years I believe. Perhaps more if you count the engagement year." He said it in such an offhand and dismissive way, hoping it might help clue the man in that the marriage didn't matter much in terms of tonight. "Wise words," he complimented the other man with a smile before he took a sip of his drink. Maybe a bit naive but, then again, they weren't exactly wrong words either. Everything added up in your life. This man was slowly becoming more and more interesting as time went on.

He smirked a tiny bit at the way that the other man practically wriggled at his agreement. He reminded him an awful lot of an eager puppy, which was a bit strange... although not altogether unwelcome either. "Sometimes, having taste is all there is in the world," he commented at Foster's words. He couldn't imagine going into some dive somewhere and drinking... who knew what. At least here you were very likely to actually be drinking alcohol rather than some concoction of cough medicine and who knew what else mixed together. At least he could sit and listen to beautiful music. He could dance, if he chose, or even join a cards game if he were feeling like it. The odds of being stabbed in the back or shot at were slimmer than they would be elsewhere. Tobias watched Charisma with her chosen target for a few moments. The young man seemed utterly enamored with her, which was a good thing... although it could be a bad thing, too. He had noticed plenty of men unwilling to accept the fact that Charisma was married and wouldn't be running off with them, that she had a career and a home that she quite enjoyed. It was always touch and go when they did these things. He was pulled out of his thoughts at Foster's tentative question. He turned his gaze back on the younger man, thinking of how he wanted to word things. "We are very fond of one another, actually. We have been best friends since the day we met. However." He paused for a moment, because admitting this to the wrong sort of person - even someone who appeared to be interested - could have very bad repercussions. "Well. Let me say that a marriage has benefited the both of us quite well in social circles and in our work... but both of our tastes run towards men." It was risky to admit that, but he didn't want the man running off. He didn't want him running off to spoil Charisma's fun, either. He hoped he could accept that but you never knew. Tobias might have ruined all his fun for the evening with those words.

"Oh, dear," was all he said to the confused look that was turned his way. Did he rally not get it, or was he playing a game? That was something to find out, he supposed. If he didn't... well, wouldn't he be getting quite a surprise? There was something appealing about the thought of that. The man didn't seem to be inexperienced - although maybe he was a good bluff - but maybe he hadn't done things Tobias had done. It was always very fun to introduce someone to something new. It would be worth it to do things that he didn't normally do just to see the look on his face. That could be quite the fun night. He placed his chin in his hand, looking at Foster like a cat that had stolen the cream. If he'd had a tail, it would have been flicking back and forth in contentment right about now. He gave a light laugh at the words that were so very country and yet so very adorable on the man. He raised his eyebrows somewhat as Foster leaned in close and began to tell him that he was top of his class when it came to some of the exercises and training they'd had to do. He let his eyes blatantly roam over Foster's arms, his chest, his body. "I believe it," he said with another purr in his voice. Tobias kept his mouth right next to Foster's ear, still sending little puffs of breath against it as his hand continued to massage up the other man's thigh as it skirted into dangerous territory that would likely either earn him a scolding - or worse - or a delightful sound that promised a long evening. "Oh, I'm very good at resisting when I need to. I imagine you might have to get... creative." He gave another nip to Foster's ear at the last word before he let his hand squeeze somewhat.
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