Some background, I’m mid 30’s, run a small photo studio. I would generally consider myself heterosexual but not completely rigid (heh)
This happened yesterday after work, we just wrapped a long week of shooting a pain in the ass campaign and to celebrate, as per usual with a big (well paid) campaign we celebrate as a staff. Brought in some catering and drinks for the staff and client, just a small gathering of 8 of us who work there and 2 clients. The clients left early at about 6. And slowly the staff started trickling out.
By 9 it was just myself, one of the male stylists we’ll call Isaiah for the story and a make up artist “Angela” are finishing up cleaning up the mess and having a couple more drinks. 930 or so and Angela leaves so it’s just Isaiah and I.
He’s late 20’s, Hispanic, attractive but also, not really my type since I’m not gay. But after a long night of hanging out with my usually pretty flirtatious team, and a system full of liquor I’m feeling pretty worked up.
It started out with an innocent question from him “so what are you doing after this?”