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Dave was getting frustrated with this guy. Fuck him being an investor, he shouldn’t be looking at Kurt like that. Dave leaned in closer to Sebastian, the familiar anger coming up. “You’re gonna need your wits about you to dodge my fist if you don’t stop.” Dave poked Sebastian’s chest with his finger to emphasize his point. Dave leaned back to behind the bar counter slowly and started wiping a glass that was already clean. “He’s busy right now, and he has no need to talk to someone like you. You’re not even his type.” Dave didn’t actually know if Sebastian was Kurt’s type, but he sure as hell knew that he didn’t like the predator eyes he was giving Kurt. Kurt was too good for that.

“Not his type eh?” Sebastian asked, not even caring that his smirk had turned into a wide grin. At the moment he didn’t even care too much that it had hurt when Dave had poked him, though he was sure he would care later. He didn’t even honestly care about getting laid anymore.

Because now he had a theory, and he wanted to see if it was correct. Since pushing Dave on the issue of the waiter had seemed to work so far, he decided to continue in a similar manner.

“And I suppose you are?” Sebastian asked, watching Dave carefully, grin still in place. “What is he your secret boyfriend?”