Definitely-Not-Jamie smiled and pressed himself up against my side. “Hello, Daddy! Buy your boy a drink?” He rubbed my arm.
I liked ‘em young, but perhaps not that young. “You old enough to drink?” I asked, trying to make myself heard over the sudden swell of the music.
Definitely-Not-Jamie smiled and nodded.
I felt like asking him for ID; I didn’t want to be done for corrupting a minor or whatever, but reckoned they’d have carded him at the door. “Okay, what do you want?”
Definitely-Not-Jamie plastered himself to my side and gave me a hug. For such a slight man he had quite the grip. “Bottle of Becks, please, Daddy.”
I wasn’t really into the daddy scene, although I hadn’t objected when Jamie had used the term. Okay, he’d been meaning I was Damien’s daddy, and…I didn’t want to be thin
