[Otabek doesn't do this so often, but he needs to let go. To experience life and figure out what it is that he's feeling. The music, the dancing, alcohol, and all the people - they help with that, distract. The guy is attractive, possibly around his age, and doesn't seem shy. He needs that.]
I'm not old enough. [He shrugs, stepping back towards the dance floor.] A shot.
[Pausing, he breathes out.]
Call me Beka.
[After taking the drink, he tips it back quickly and reaches for Reggie's hand, tugging him to the dance floor. It's about as bold as he's going to get to start, but he's putting in the effort.]
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I'm not old enough. [He shrugs, stepping back towards the dance floor.] A shot.
[Pausing, he breathes out.]
Call me Beka.
[After taking the drink, he tips it back quickly and reaches for Reggie's hand, tugging him to the dance floor. It's about as bold as he's going to get to start, but he's putting in the effort.]