[He'd been at the bar far longer than his conversation with Molotov had lasted. He stayed until he'd started to get so fuzzy in the head that the floor seemed too far away to reach. That seemed like a good time to call it a night and head back to the second floor.
Once he was on his feet again, he didn't have too much trouble reaching the elevator and then it was just a matter of seeing the numbers on the display. He counted two in and pressed that, leaning against the rail in the box as it headed up.
Once he'd stepped out, he poked his head into the suite he shared with Albert. The bed seemed inviting, but the warmth of the German seemed more so. Luckily, he was only a few stumbled steps away in the communal kitchen. Jet took advantage of the other man's back being turned to come up behind him and wrap his arms around Albert's waist while he pressed his cheek to one shoulder.]
/breaks this new post in | Post mini-arena, after Jet talks with Molotov
Once he was on his feet again, he didn't have too much trouble reaching the elevator and then it was just a matter of seeing the numbers on the display. He counted two in and pressed that, leaning against the rail in the box as it headed up.
Once he'd stepped out, he poked his head into the suite he shared with Albert. The bed seemed inviting, but the warmth of the German seemed more so. Luckily, he was only a few stumbled steps away in the communal kitchen. Jet took advantage of the other man's back being turned to come up behind him and wrap his arms around Albert's waist while he pressed his cheek to one shoulder.]
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