Eyes of Liquor.

Absinthe.

Malcolm leaned against the brick wall, waiting for the lounge singer to come out. 

It took a while but he did, dressed in male street clothes, loose shirt from lack of waistcoat and baggy pants, his eyes sparkling the second they landed on Malcolm. 

"Well hi there, what're you doing here big guy?" 

"Cut it" Malcolm said, standing up and standing in front of the other who hardly even flinched, "Who are you" 

"Spencer Sinatra, I'm a singer" 

"You're a boy" 

"Bit of a shock ain't it? But I can be whatever you want me too" Spencer said with a wink and Malcolm would later refuse that it made him blush, 

"Shows over, why're you still flirting" 

"Ever think perhaps you're cute?" 

".....cute" 

Spencer nodded, smiling sweetly and it made Malcolm's brain go offline. 

"Well nice talking to you big guy, I gotta go" 

Spencer kissed Malcolm's cheek, making his brain malfunction entirely as he watched Spencer walk away.