"Girlfriend?" he says casually. "Wife?"

"Oh, fuck no. Just someone I'm staying with while I'm here." 

He starts walking away from the party.

"Not interested in finding your one true love?"

"If I've even got a one true love she's sure as hell not it." And he's still deeply skeptical of the whole idea, but that seems like not the kind of thing you say. 

"Eh. Best not to rush into it."

His hand brushes against Sasha's hand. 

Gosh. Maybe they should be holding hands. 

A puzzled expression flashes across his face; he glances around, checking for someone who might see.

And then he smiles, squeezes Sasha's hand, doesn't comment.

"What are you up to in New Orleans other than boring parties?"

"Reading a lot, eating a lot. The person I'm staying with is sweet, I just would not want to be her husband, I don't know that he's finished more than two sentences since I met him." 

"Well, if he's happy."

Asher appears to be directing them towards an alleyway.

Alleyways are not an awesome place to be if a fight breaks out but it'd be pretty weird for the guy to fight him. He follows. 

The guy doesn't seem very combative. He leans against a wall of the alleyway in a friendly fashion. 

"So you're here, staying with someone sweet, not a lot to do but read and eat, and it's all terribly boring and sometimes you want to break a few rules?"

"Got it in one." 

He shifts closer to Sasha, traces a line up his arm and shoulder and neck with one finger. "I can help with that."

He looks down the guy's body and smiles. "I'm sure," he says, lets his eyelashes flutter just a little. 

Maybe they should be kissing up against the alley wall instead.

Maybe they should be. 

Sasha's done quite a lot of kissing, but being pressed up against a wall by someone who could throw him hasn't lost its thrill. 

Asher's hands start working at the buttons of his pants. 

He kisses Sasha's cheek, says "you've done this before," and kisses him again.

"I have," he agrees, moves his hips so the guy can open his pants more easily, puts one hand on the guy's waistband in turn, more a question than an attempt. 

"And here I thought I was going to have to seduce you," he says, and moves Sasha's hand to the button of his pants.

He'll open them, then. "Now why would you have thought that." 

He lazily rolls his hips against Sasha's while they kiss. "I saw the party you came from! I made assumptions!"

Mmm, that's nice, Sasha will do that too. 

"Maybe I'm just very easily seduced — ah — by the wicked wiles of gorgeous men —" 

"You kiss like you know what you're doing," he says, "you weren't surprised when I kissed you, I didn't have to go all 'we can stop if you want to but do you really want to'--"

"You kiss very silly people," he says, and kisses him. "You made it pretty obvious — and why on earth would I want to —"