“Ah, here we are.” He stops in front of a little, sign-less door that looks slightly shady. “Best home-made sauces in the country.” He opens the door and allows Rory to walk in first, following shortly after. “Ah, Mikenzie!” he greets a waitress. “Lovely to see you! Is my normal table open? If not, you know what views I like best.” The waitress ushers them both toward a table in the corner by the window and Jack motions for Rory to follow first
just so he can stare at his ass on the way.
He follows Jack’s motion to go in first, but turns his head back around to see Jack checking out his ass and turns his head forward before licking his lips. He then turns his attention to the waitress whose name he’s already forgotten. ”So is this your normal table or just a view you like?” He asks smiling at Jack.
“I’d like any view you’re in, “pretty one”. That’s what you’re called, correct? The Pretty One? Because I think it describes you perfectly.” He sends a sly wink toward the man across the table and pulls a chair out for Rory, waiting for him to sit before walking to the other side of the table and sitting down, pushing his left foot as close to Rory’s feet without touching them.
“I can’t say that my view is any less than pleasing,” he smiles at his companion and then sits in the chair that was pulled out for him. ”As for the nickname, yes it’s one that I picked up from Idris and can’t seem to shake.”Source: innuendo-immortal