"I think I woulda caught on," Drake replies, sliding the hand he's got on Jesus' waist down to give his ass a squeeze. Tipsy or not this isn't exactly rocket science. When somebody climbs in his lap and kisses him, even Drake can take that hint.

As for where to end the game of chicken, Drake glances around the bar to see if there's a better spot than they're already in.... and unless there's a back room he doesn't know about?

"Right here?"