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The door abruptly opens and the Master of Ceremonies swings in, somewhat breathless, the sounds of brassy jazz music and applause behind him. It takes a few seconds before he realizes he isn't in his dressing room at the Kit Kat Klub. Closing the door, he rests his back against it for a moment and murmurs aloud with mild bemusement to nobody in particular,

"Why am I always the person in the room with hardly any clothes on?"*

For the record, he's still in stage makeup and costume, what little there is of it -- shirtless, suspender harness and all -- just enough to not break any rules.

Dragging his leather coat by the collar, he slinks over to the bar, uninhibited as you please. It's only after he orders a glass of refreshing gin that he decides to slip the coat on, leaving it unbuttoned and unbelted. Tossing his lanky hair out of his eyes, he takes a slow, much-needed pull off a cigarette and exhales a plume of smoke just as slowly.

It's always close to midnight somewhere in the universe.

[*OOC: Actual tweet from Alan Cumming. Slightly NSFW photo unless you want to explain who the Emcee is to a stranger looking over your shoulder.]

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Jay chuckles at the muttered comment and turns to smile at the newcomer, looking him over with a rakish grin. "Pure luck at a guess."

He himself is dressed in beaten up jeans and a dark grey teeshirt stained here and there with engine grease.

The Emcee does appreciate a rakish grin every so now and then.

He returns it with an impish flirtatiousness, unabashedly looking him up and down and paying no mind to the quality of his clothes but what might be underneath them.

"Lucky for me? Or lucky for you?"

"Well I'm the one enjoying the view at the moment so I guess I must be the lucky one. Although," He leans back on his bar-stool. "I can't see any reason why we both can't get lucky."

"Buy you a drink?"

Oh, he likes how this fellow thinks.

"Well, then. I do believe things are already looking quite promising tonight."

He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip in a coy smile, bobbing his head in a slight nod.

"Danke schön, darling, I would love one. Gin, bitte, my usual."

"Mein vergnügen." Jay answers in German a little rusty and orders a scotch for himself. "So what shall we drink to on a night as fine as this?"

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He grins at his reply, always a bit tickled to find someone at the end of the universe who either is German or speaks the language.

"Hm. I think we ought to drink to Milliways, which happened to bring me in just as I was going to change my costume. Any other time and you would probably have seen me more decently attired."

Jay grins and raises his glass in salute. "To Milliways. Although I suspect I would have noticed someone as lovely as you, costumed or not." Jay purrs as he sips his drink.

And someone who's as big a flirt as he is? Now this is unheard of.

Slowly blinking smoky eyelids at him over the rim of his glass, he murmurs, "You flatter me, darling. Are you sure you want to keep telling me things that I like to hear? I might not be responsible for my actions should you continue."

"Promises, promises." Jay smiles. He needs a night like this - fun and relaxed and enjoyable. And it's clear this guy is all of those things.

He slides closer and rests his hand on man's hip. "Meine lieben, what say we get a bottle and go upstairs? That way neither of us has to be responsible."

And he works just as quickly as he does.

Looking up into his eyes, the Emcee steps a fraction closer, covering the man's hand with his own and shifting it slightly lower toward the front of his trousers.

"I never make promises I cannot keep. And I'm sure we can be terribly irresponsible together, darling."

Tonight he does. Jay purrs and leans in to press a kiss to the curve of the man's neck. "Follow me."

He orders a bottle of top shelf gin from the bar and collects it, offering Emcee his hand.

{ooc: care to join me?}