Dave noticed how Sebastian looked at Kurt’s ass and tried not to bang the glass too loudly. Sure Kurt had a nice ass, but Dave couldn’t help but feel a bit…possessive over it, even if it didn’t belong to him. He tried to stifle a snort when Sebastian asked the last question. “It’s alright, but I’m not the one who gets the action. That’d be Puck and Santana. I’m the bartender that actually tends to his customer instead of trying to get into their pants, or at least pretending to.”
“I did kick a guy out though for harassing the waiters while drunk recently. He was a handful.” Dave remembered the incident. As soon as he saw that the drunk was getting a little hostile towards Kurt for being gay, he had got there as quickly as he could and threw the guy out on the curb.
“Harassing the waiters? What on earth was he doing?” Sebastian asked as he sipped at a drink Dave had handed him. He was only half paying attention to what Dave was saying now. He felt the pleasant haze of the alcohol lowering his inhibitions.
The waiter from earlier passed by again, and Sebastian’s eyes were drawn to him again. The man wasn’t really his type… but he was obviously gay and if nothing better came along Sebastian supposed he’d just have to do. Sebastian had been pretty busy with work lately… and it had been a a while since he got laid.
So this time as the waiter passed by the look in Sebastian’s eyes was no longer just a passing appreciation for the man’s physical appearance, but had taken on a somewhat predatory quality.