Joe couldn’t help but chuckle softly, a slight smile mirroring the other’s. “You’re so full of shit,” he mumbled. He knew it wasn’t Foley’s idea, and it sure wasn’t Stephanie. It had to be about the money if Colby hadn’t pulled any sort of strings. “I don’t know what you had to do, what promises you had to make to keep me around with you, but I appreciate it.” His voice was low, one hand lifting to allow his fingers to trail lightly across a tanned hip. “Whatcha thinkin’ as far as celebrating I’m sure there’s something floating around up there.”
Colby found himself biting his lower lip when Joe’s fingers trailed his hip, a stuttering breath escaping from himself before he pulled his lips into a smirk. “There’s always somethin’ floating around up here when it comes to you,” he admits after a few moments before looking away slightly. “Was thinking maybe we could back to the hotel, get something to eat?” He wants to add something, something more but lets the suggestion in his voice do the talking for him.