Jim had never been a light sleeper and he certainly wasn't about to change anytime soon. Blue eyes opened, not at the text, but the knock at the door, and he jumped to his feet. The leather jacket was left over the back of a barstool but he answered the door anyway, not sure what to expect when he saw Sasan framed by the jamb...it certainly was nothing like what he received.

His eyes wandered. There was little help for it. Nor was there much help for his hair, though he had the very good fortune of looking devastatingly fantastic with mussed up bed-head. It was effortless. Much of the way he looked was.

He swallowed with a dry mouth and decided to excuse himself to rinse with some mouth wash before his breath earned him absolutely no numbers that evening. Sasan was sure to say something sassy to draw his attention to a part of his body so Jim decided to beat him to it. "I thought there would be more glitter." But shit. Sasan looked amazing.