Shiloh Fray
22 / male / vaquero
at; the saloon / doing; probably not what he's meant to be
Shiloh sat up a bit straighter in his chair, intrigued by the man in front of him. Shiloh had always felt himself lucky that he could love women the way he loved men, for discretion's sake, but he loved the danger attached to making advances on men. He'd long ago found out that he was inclined towards both female and male pursuasions, but more importantly, he'd found out that he wasn't the only man out there who felt this way. It was always a risk to flirt with men, if he read them wrong he could end up in some serious trouble; and he had in the past. But years of careful observation has gotten him to a point where he's pretty confident in his abilities to suss out men who would potentially be interested in him.
And if the effect his flirting was having on Casimir was any indication, he'd judged the situation correctly.
"Tell me," Shiloh's eyes flicked up to meet Casimir's,"how long have you been serving drinks here, Cass?" he murmured, his hazel eyes staying on Casimir's green.