Sebastian was literally a walking pickup line some days... or every day. Santana was convinced he'd been in gay bars for so much of his life that he'd forgotten how to carry on normal conversations with other gay guys. They always came out in a string of innuendos and pickup lines. It was something Santana had grown used to over the years, and at this point, she barely even batted an eyelash at it anymore. She and Seb were a lot alike in a lot of ways, and they both had a very strong appreciation for good looking people. Which Hunter was. There was no doubt about that. There was an almost gratuitous nature to how long Seb leaned over to get water out of the fridge. The fact was (and Santana well knew) that there were a couple chilled bottles of water on the top shelf of the refrigerator... But that would've denied Seb the opportunity to show off his ass in all it's glory. And whatever it was he was doing, it was very clearly working on Hunter here. She almost felt bad for Hunter, but there wasn't a hope in hell at this point of rescuing the poor guy from her roommate's advances.
But then just as quickly as he'd appeared, Seb was gone, that little smirk on his face that said clearly that he was very much pleased with himself at the moment. And poor Hunter was left trying to make heads or tails of what had just happened, while Santana was biting her tongue to try at least to stifle the laughter that was fighting like hell to escape her. "No... No, you're fine. That's just Seb. He didn't know you were going to be here. He was out last night, and... Well, he's not exactly the biggest fan of being clothed. You get used to it. My other roommate is his twin brother. They're chalk and cheese, they just look the same. Germ's straight, and modest. But Seb? Not a modest bone in his body... He's usually too busy trying to get somebody else's bone in his body. He's sort of the fag to my hag... and my lesbro all at once. But... um..." She paused, turning to look at Hunter, complete with his pile of soaked napkins. "You liked what you saw, huh?"
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But then just as quickly as he'd appeared, Seb was gone, that little smirk on his face that said clearly that he was very much pleased with himself at the moment. And poor Hunter was left trying to make heads or tails of what had just happened, while Santana was biting her tongue to try at least to stifle the laughter that was fighting like hell to escape her. "No... No, you're fine. That's just Seb. He didn't know you were going to be here. He was out last night, and... Well, he's not exactly the biggest fan of being clothed. You get used to it. My other roommate is his twin brother. They're chalk and cheese, they just look the same. Germ's straight, and modest. But Seb? Not a modest bone in his body... He's usually too busy trying to get somebody else's bone in his body. He's sort of the fag to my hag... and my lesbro all at once. But... um..." She paused, turning to look at Hunter, complete with his pile of soaked napkins. "You liked what you saw, huh?"