[Wade scoffs, waving his hand back and forth in a gesture of disinterest.]

Yeah, yeah. Whatever gets you through the night, dude. My place it is. Just be careful not to step on all the piles of money when you get in. [A smirk.]

Oh. One more thing.

[He doesn't shove Travis against the wall so much as merely pin him, firmly and insistently. The kiss he delivers is a little softer than the frantic, violent kisses they'd engaged in before-- softer and slower and yet not by any means chaste.

At the same time his hand reaches down to cup the bulge in Travis's trousers, massaging him roughly through the cloth with the heel of his palm. He lightly sucks on Travis's lower lip, letting the kiss linger before he finally pulls away with one of the cockiest and most self-satisfied grins he's worn all evening.]

Just a little taste of things to come. See you soon.

[And just like that, he's slipped out of the closet, being sure to mutter loudly and angrily to the other partygoers about what a waste of time that was and how that was the worst seven minutes he's ever spent and what the hell did they think was gonna happen between them.

He always knew how to put on a performance.]