*Cesar stops and reverses direction when the hand meets its goal, but moving his hips back doesn't create any distance. Sitting down doesn't, not when the hand can follow so easily. Cesar grabs Ryuzaki's wrist, pulling the arm up and to his far side, tugging Ryuzaki close enough to glare right up into his face. Their breaths intermingle between them, and they're close enough that Ryuzaki might not even have to shout over the music.*
*Whatever advantages Cesar had in glaring from the harsh shadows on his face are lost by his lack of high ground, as well as by the fact that his body had been instantly responding to the touch. Why had he agreed to come here? He hadn't even tried to insist Ryuzaki say his piece over the phone, he'd just buckled in and jumped at the first chance to drink and keep moving. Was it really so bad to have Ryuzaki pulling at him like a fishhook through his hand? Yes, but dealing with his problems without distractions just then was worse.*
*Cesar pushes Ryuzaki's back towards himself, and the painful twist with an equally uncomfortable grip were probably deliberate. There's two shotglasses in front of him, and they both get a stormy look before he's reaching for the first one, knocking it back.*
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*Whatever advantages Cesar had in glaring from the harsh shadows on his face are lost by his lack of high ground, as well as by the fact that his body had been instantly responding to the touch. Why had he agreed to come here? He hadn't even tried to insist Ryuzaki say his piece over the phone, he'd just buckled in and jumped at the first chance to drink and keep moving. Was it really so bad to have Ryuzaki pulling at him like a fishhook through his hand? Yes, but dealing with his problems without distractions just then was worse.*
*Cesar pushes Ryuzaki's back towards himself, and the painful twist with an equally uncomfortable grip were probably deliberate. There's two shotglasses in front of him, and they both get a stormy look before he's reaching for the first one, knocking it back.*