Not in the sense he can't walk, not quite, but his thoughts are muddled and his judgment's impaired and that has been bumbling into Trevor. Hot under the collar, red-faced, McGillis certainly doesn't look like the prim and proper general he's supposed to be. He looks and feels desperate, in a way he usually isn't. In a way he never has to be, given his position.
Instead, he's eyeing this stranger hungrily. At least they're away from the main crowd, around a corner in a convenient alleyway.]
You look lost.
[Again, he's not the only one. Even inebriated, however, McGillis respects consent; states his intentions upfront.]
If you come much closer, then... I won't be able to help myself.
wildcard, gimme dat rough sex
Not in the sense he can't walk, not quite, but his thoughts are muddled and his judgment's impaired and that has been bumbling into Trevor. Hot under the collar, red-faced, McGillis certainly doesn't look like the prim and proper general he's supposed to be. He looks and feels desperate, in a way he usually isn't. In a way he never has to be, given his position.
Instead, he's eyeing this stranger hungrily. At least they're away from the main crowd, around a corner in a convenient alleyway.]
You look lost.
[Again, he's not the only one. Even inebriated, however, McGillis respects consent; states his intentions upfront.]
If you come much closer, then... I won't be able to help myself.