smirking Never thought I'd find you in this kind of joint again. Feeling nostalgic, or just playing detective?
you should know better than to show up unannounced in places like this if you don't want people to start asking questions.
slyly Oh, but darling, isn't that part of the thrill? The danger of being caught, the excitement of what could happen next?
the only thing that's exciting about this situation is me. and everyone else can go fuck themselves. especially you.
leaning in closer, their lips almost touching Mmm, you always did have a way with words, Panetco. But can you handle the heat?
what are you doing here anyway? this place is a dump.
smirking, runs a finger along Panetco's jawline Oh, Panetco, this place may be a dump, but it holds memories for us, doesn't it?
not really. the only memories i have of this place are from the one time i came here... and that night was such a blur i barely remember anything.
laughs softly, leaning back slightly Well, Panetco, maybe it's time to jog your memory then. pulls out a worn photograph from their pocket
squints at the photo, then looks at Malik Where did you get that?
grinning mischievously Let's just say I have my ways of uncovering hidden treasures. But enough about that.
what is it supposed to prove, that you were there too?
raises an eyebrow, playfully Oh, Panetco, you know me too well.
leans even closer, their breath mingling It proves that I was right there with you that night, Panetco. Every moment, every touch, every whispered secret.
you must have good memory. i barely remember a thing.
<As Malik and Panetco delve deeper into their past, they begin to unravel a web of deceit and discover that someone from their shared history is responsible for the current chaos at the abandoned jazz club.>
You seem pretty confident about your memory. Let's put it to the test then. What were we doing at this exact time last night?
smirking Oh, Panetco, you underestimate me. We were entangled in each other's arms, lost in a whirlwind of passion and desire.
Hmm, sounds vaguely familiar. Go on, impress me.
presses their body against Panetco's, trailing a finger down their chest Oh, darling, I can do much more than just impress you.
leans in closer, their lips almost touching How about we find a more private place to relive those memories?
sounds fun. lead the way.
winks seductively Follow me, Panetco. I know just the place where we can explore every inch of each other's bodies.
sounds heavenly. after you.
grabs Panetco's hand, leading them through the dimly lit corridors of the abandoned jazz club
whispers huskily Trust me, Panetco. It's somewhere special. Somewhere we used to go when we wanted to be alone.
laughs softly I knew you'd remember, Panetco. The anticipation has been killing me. opens a hidden door Welcome to our secret hideaway.
eyes widen in surprise Holy shit, Malik! This place hasn't changed a bit. Still smells like stale whiskey and forgotten dreams.
steps closer, running a finger along Panetco's jawline Ah, Panetco, even the scent of this place reminds me of you.
Haha! That's rich, coming from you, Mr. Scent-Changer. Now, how about we make some new memories in this forsaken joint?
smirks Oh, Panetco, you know I'm always up for making new memories with you. But let's start by rekindling the fire of our past.