The door to the bathroom is slightly ajar, letting a crack of bright light into the bedroom. The bathroom, like the rest of this apartment, has nice, upscale fixtures and a large shower stall that is too tempting not to use a second time this evening. Besides, the last shower was several hours ago, when Jasper first got here, and he had quite a workout in that time. The shower felt almost as good as the sex had. Almost.

With a towel wrapped around his waist, the over-seven-foot-tall man cranes his neck down to look at himself in the mirror. His frame is too thin, hints of his ribs over that slightly concave belly of his. There is never enough food. He looks at his lean, muscled frame in the mirror for a moment, moisture still beading on his skin as he finishes drying off. He's pulling his shirt back on over his head, jeans already on, when he steps out of the bathroom, the crack of light growing to illuminate the bedroom. There's a stirring on the bed and a mumbled sound before he clicks the light back off again.

He glances towards the bed; a California King was what they had called it, almost tall enough to fit his lanky frame fully on it. The covers were pulled up over the sole occupant, hiding her from the evil light of the bathroom. He smirks and lets his fingers lightly trace the silk sheets as he walks out of the bedroom. Her taste lingered on his tongue; that spark of desire had tasted like chocolate: dark and bittersweet. Like they used to sell at home.

The light in the kitchen was on as he made his way out of the back rooms, showing his other companion for the night. David stood in only a pair of silk pajama bottoms as he offered Jasper a bottle of water. The giant of a man takes the bottle and sets it aside on the counter before leaning down towards the smaller man. There's a soft sound from his chest, almost a growl, as Jasper pulls David in for a kiss and a grab at his backside. The latter gets a stifled grunt into the Irishman's mouth at the tenderness of that particular body part after the night's activities. The kiss is quick, almost feral in nature, as Jasper gets another taste of desire-tainted Glamour from this man. Jasper steps back, leaving the smaller, older man reeling for a moment.

Once he regains his composure, David motions to the small stack of money on the counter, near Jasper's water bottle. "Will we see you again?" he asks, a hopeful and eager tone in his voice.

Jasper slips on his fur-lined coat and boots before pocketing the money and the water bottle. "Who knows? Ah tend to hang out 'round that club. Maybe we'll bump into each other again." Maybe you'll remember me this time, he mentally adds with a bit of sadness to the thought. "Night to you both," he says as he slips his giant frame out of the high-end apartment and out into the night. His first stop was an all night diner for some grub and then to his van for some shut-eye.