Making her way from the back she came out just in time to spot Sage mostly back hand a guy on the dance floor as he was dancing or what she could guess had to be dancing. She watched for a moment to see what would happen and to see if she would need to call a bouncer or not.
Grabbing a couple of beers from the bar and slipping down a twenty she semi dancer/ walked her way into the dance area. Moving close to Sage and his unlikely dance partners. A beer was waggled at the man and the second at Sage with a small little teasing smirk of a smile.
"Best to drink than dance sometimes."
Wiggles her hips to the music as she waits to see what would happen. The best out come to this was it would blow over, that's what she hoped for.
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Lincoln King
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He tugged Robin forcefully towards him, witnessing the awkward flamingo flail and bobbing head moves he called dancing was enough to give Lincoln reason to try to take control of the situation. He tucked the man towards his body, meeting his eye with a sort of "Follow me" suggestion in his gaze. The music moved through him, fluid and tangible, the pill he'd taken making everything else slightly out of focus, hazy and comforting as he swayed to the music. His hips knocked Robin's, not in a way that was intentionally sexual or trying to entice, just as a guide as one hand held his hip and the other settled on a shoulder to urge a strangely moving arm downwards. "Better..." His voice wasn't loud, he wasn't shouting to be heard as there was no need within the close proximity he'd found himself to Robin Little. After a few awkward moments of encouragement and firm redirection of Robin's body they seemed to find a rhythm, Lincoln growing more confident in Robin's dancing potential and releasing the man. There was a nearby distraction, a dispute that he was just itching to let his attention stray to. Over a few heads he eyed the trio, the woman looking suitably unimpressed and disappointed in the man yelling at the one he'd sat next to at the bar. Lincoln felt sorry for him, he had this sort of bewildered, awkward expression on his face and started backing away quickly while apologising and doing his best to just extract himself from the situation.
That pissed Lincoln off.
**** that guy, no one else was bothered, there were bodies bumping into each other and they just smiled, moved back a little. There was no place for hostility and it was messing with his buzz. Already he felt a tightening in his chest, a need to take deep breaths to loosen it before the grip became real, pulling him into darkness so someone else could come out and settle the dispute. He didn't get a chance, because Mr.Lime Sucker himself had appeared, stretching out long limbs and making use of the space for a very unique sort of dance. "I'm not saying no, Robin. I'm saying make me want it." He spoke abruptly, as if the thought had only just caught up to him, and it had, he'd forgotten for a moment the hunger in his Slave's gaze, the subtle demand. He might give in, he was in that kind of mood, but there were things happening and he wanted to be a part of it all.
Lincoln moved towards the dangerous movements of the other man, fitting around him so he could squeeze passed, eyeing the flustered face of the aggressor, his jaw jutted out around clenched teeth, fists balling again like he was considering smacking the guy one. The strutter had smacked the already fuming man in the face and he was looking disorientated by livid, the perfect time for Lincoln to use his preferred tactics of intimidation. Intimacy. Linc pressed forwards, pushing through until he was chest to chest with the guy, so close his whiskey warmed breath was exhaled against a cheek, the blonde grinning coldly. "Your lady friend is looking unhappy. Lower the fists, make love not war... Or i'll make war with your face." Lincoln spoke cheerily enough, as if he was giving an encouraging pep talk and the sharpness in his grin felt almost foreign on his face, something he'd learned from another that he was just imitating. Kingsley would be proud.
The dude looked pissed, but baffled, and with a man of Lincoln's impressive size pressed up against him he wasn't quite sure what to do. Timidly the woman put a hand on his shoulder, urging him with soothing words just to leave it, just to take her home or dance with her. "See? Show her a good time, or maybe you'll just lose her to a man who can dance, who isn't afraid to get all..." He began to move, hips rocking a little too close for comfort, and the man blanched. "Up close and personal. Got it, brother?" The mouth on him started working, moving as if trying to form words but merely spluttering awkwardly, working his way back up to anger and Lincoln was ready for it. He was almost betting on it as he felt in his mind familiar arms come around him, warm and comforting, holding him as a whisper sounded in his hear with words just for him, "I have you, Lincoln, let me do it. If he comes for you, let me out... Let me... Lincoln..." Kingsley was waiting, like a cat watching prey, the first sign of weakness and he'd pounce on it.
Lincoln was prisoner to the music, swaying, waiting to lose himself completely in the melodic sound of fists pounding flesh, or the equally satisfying silence of hips heaving against another's. It was up to the man in front of him, let it go or let 'em fly.
That pissed Lincoln off.
**** that guy, no one else was bothered, there were bodies bumping into each other and they just smiled, moved back a little. There was no place for hostility and it was messing with his buzz. Already he felt a tightening in his chest, a need to take deep breaths to loosen it before the grip became real, pulling him into darkness so someone else could come out and settle the dispute. He didn't get a chance, because Mr.Lime Sucker himself had appeared, stretching out long limbs and making use of the space for a very unique sort of dance. "I'm not saying no, Robin. I'm saying make me want it." He spoke abruptly, as if the thought had only just caught up to him, and it had, he'd forgotten for a moment the hunger in his Slave's gaze, the subtle demand. He might give in, he was in that kind of mood, but there were things happening and he wanted to be a part of it all.
Lincoln moved towards the dangerous movements of the other man, fitting around him so he could squeeze passed, eyeing the flustered face of the aggressor, his jaw jutted out around clenched teeth, fists balling again like he was considering smacking the guy one. The strutter had smacked the already fuming man in the face and he was looking disorientated by livid, the perfect time for Lincoln to use his preferred tactics of intimidation. Intimacy. Linc pressed forwards, pushing through until he was chest to chest with the guy, so close his whiskey warmed breath was exhaled against a cheek, the blonde grinning coldly. "Your lady friend is looking unhappy. Lower the fists, make love not war... Or i'll make war with your face." Lincoln spoke cheerily enough, as if he was giving an encouraging pep talk and the sharpness in his grin felt almost foreign on his face, something he'd learned from another that he was just imitating. Kingsley would be proud.
The dude looked pissed, but baffled, and with a man of Lincoln's impressive size pressed up against him he wasn't quite sure what to do. Timidly the woman put a hand on his shoulder, urging him with soothing words just to leave it, just to take her home or dance with her. "See? Show her a good time, or maybe you'll just lose her to a man who can dance, who isn't afraid to get all..." He began to move, hips rocking a little too close for comfort, and the man blanched. "Up close and personal. Got it, brother?" The mouth on him started working, moving as if trying to form words but merely spluttering awkwardly, working his way back up to anger and Lincoln was ready for it. He was almost betting on it as he felt in his mind familiar arms come around him, warm and comforting, holding him as a whisper sounded in his hear with words just for him, "I have you, Lincoln, let me do it. If he comes for you, let me out... Let me... Lincoln..." Kingsley was waiting, like a cat watching prey, the first sign of weakness and he'd pounce on it.
Lincoln was prisoner to the music, swaying, waiting to lose himself completely in the melodic sound of fists pounding flesh, or the equally satisfying silence of hips heaving against another's. It was up to the man in front of him, let it go or let 'em fly.
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Sal hadn't meant to bump into anyone. He was in his own world, lost to his own groove, while trying to have a darn good time. But when things occasionally went south for Salvador, his cuppy cake wasn't ever too far off or away. It made Salvador smile and feel good. Knowing Sage always had an eye on him. And why shouldn't he? Salvador danced like a ******* gazelle and felt like he was the main attraction in this place at the moment.
The reaction wasn't all that unexpected. While Salvador preferred to apologize and just go on his way, Sage wasn't all that eager to oblige. He was the exact reverse. Opposites attracted, he supposed. Sage had a generally tough exterior, but if someone was lucky enough to get in his life, they got to see his soft interior. Or maybe Salvador was just one of the lucky ones, or just believed that people had enough good in them to bypass the slight bad stuff or flaws they had inside.
"Hey, sweetums." Salvador replied to Sage's question, before the guy could even process that Sage was practically dry humping the guy. A beer came his way from the woman behind the bar, one Salvador took all too quickly. After all, all his money went to his sweet delicious cake, so that meant Salvador was going to be enjoying nothing but air. Until she came along. "Well, hello to you, and thank you." Salvador smiled at her, then pointed the beer in her direction. "And I'll drink to that." He laughed, brought the beer to his lips and tipped his head back. He had seen her and Sage having a little...whatever it was, so Salvador deemed her at least half way tolerable. Sage wasn't the type to hold prolonged conversations with just anyone and everyone. Part of him wondered if Sage would share this new little potential gem he uncovered in the bar tonight.
Another person entered the scene, making other people in the bar realize something was going on as others closer to them slowed their dance steps, or just stopped outright and stared as this other guy, who reminded him a little of his vanilla cupcake came to, probably everyone's rescue. While Sage typically came to Salvador's, it didn't always end up in his favor. Tonight it seemed someone was smiling down on Sage. Salvador cracked a bigger grin as the guy got right up on the meathead, even suggesting he might take his girl. While Sage and Mr. Knight in shining armor got busy with the guy, Salvador decided to focus his attention on the one giving away beers. "What's your name, sweet stuff? Or do I have to appoint you one?"
The reaction wasn't all that unexpected. While Salvador preferred to apologize and just go on his way, Sage wasn't all that eager to oblige. He was the exact reverse. Opposites attracted, he supposed. Sage had a generally tough exterior, but if someone was lucky enough to get in his life, they got to see his soft interior. Or maybe Salvador was just one of the lucky ones, or just believed that people had enough good in them to bypass the slight bad stuff or flaws they had inside.
"Hey, sweetums." Salvador replied to Sage's question, before the guy could even process that Sage was practically dry humping the guy. A beer came his way from the woman behind the bar, one Salvador took all too quickly. After all, all his money went to his sweet delicious cake, so that meant Salvador was going to be enjoying nothing but air. Until she came along. "Well, hello to you, and thank you." Salvador smiled at her, then pointed the beer in her direction. "And I'll drink to that." He laughed, brought the beer to his lips and tipped his head back. He had seen her and Sage having a little...whatever it was, so Salvador deemed her at least half way tolerable. Sage wasn't the type to hold prolonged conversations with just anyone and everyone. Part of him wondered if Sage would share this new little potential gem he uncovered in the bar tonight.
Another person entered the scene, making other people in the bar realize something was going on as others closer to them slowed their dance steps, or just stopped outright and stared as this other guy, who reminded him a little of his vanilla cupcake came to, probably everyone's rescue. While Sage typically came to Salvador's, it didn't always end up in his favor. Tonight it seemed someone was smiling down on Sage. Salvador cracked a bigger grin as the guy got right up on the meathead, even suggesting he might take his girl. While Sage and Mr. Knight in shining armor got busy with the guy, Salvador decided to focus his attention on the one giving away beers. "What's your name, sweet stuff? Or do I have to appoint you one?"
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Ona Leon (DELETED 8137)
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Re: WE ARE YOUNG (Open)
"You looked like you could use a drink and your friend had one earlier figured I'd get you on in return."
Leaning against the bar near Sal she just watched and sipped the other beer she had. He attention drifting from between Sal and those on the dance floor. If it got to heated the bouncers would be there in moments, but she could not help but watch what was going down. Her attention shifted back to Sal when she head him ask for her name. A tilt of her head and one of her friendly smiles crossed her lips as she leaned a little closer so she could answer him.
"I'm Ona, what about you? You seem to be having a very interesting night."
A little soft laugh that was more teasing then picking fun at the young man next to her.
Leaning against the bar near Sal she just watched and sipped the other beer she had. He attention drifting from between Sal and those on the dance floor. If it got to heated the bouncers would be there in moments, but she could not help but watch what was going down. Her attention shifted back to Sal when she head him ask for her name. A tilt of her head and one of her friendly smiles crossed her lips as she leaned a little closer so she could answer him.
"I'm Ona, what about you? You seem to be having a very interesting night."
A little soft laugh that was more teasing then picking fun at the young man next to her.
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Robin Little
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Re: WE ARE YOUNG (Open)
Robin, as ever, was malleable. He was like fresh clay in Lincoln’s hands, shameless and uninhibited regardless of his lack of drunkenness or high. Dancing had never been one of his fortes, so the helping hand was welcome. Far too focused on what his limbs were doing, Robin did not notice the scene unfolding nearby – not until Lincoln eased himself into the situation, about as subtle as a wrecking ball.
Although he was a vampire and, as far as he could tell, everyone else in the small group gathered were human, he still had no compunction to get involved in a brawl. Violence was a foreign country to the writer – he could write about it, but he wasn’t too good at acting it. He’d probably be as good in a fist fight as he was with his dancing. The reprieve from Lincoln’s lessons gave Robin space to figure out how he might entice the man to allow a little bite – though it only took a whole of five seconds for Robin’s lazy attitude to give up.
If he was no good at fist fights or dancing, his seduction techniques were far worse. Especially if he were being forced to seduce the opposite sex. It just was not in his skill set.
Glancing toward the bar he spied Ona, contemplating approaching his fellow employee to ask whether she thought it was a good idea for them to call the bouncers over. But now that Lincoln was involved, was that such a great idea? He honestly had no clue, useless as per usual. Feeling far too awkward dancing by himself, Robin slowed his moved until he stood, lingering, just behind Lincoln and to the left. For now he could show his support, make the other guy think twice given he would now be three – maybe four – against one.
Although he was a vampire and, as far as he could tell, everyone else in the small group gathered were human, he still had no compunction to get involved in a brawl. Violence was a foreign country to the writer – he could write about it, but he wasn’t too good at acting it. He’d probably be as good in a fist fight as he was with his dancing. The reprieve from Lincoln’s lessons gave Robin space to figure out how he might entice the man to allow a little bite – though it only took a whole of five seconds for Robin’s lazy attitude to give up.
If he was no good at fist fights or dancing, his seduction techniques were far worse. Especially if he were being forced to seduce the opposite sex. It just was not in his skill set.
Glancing toward the bar he spied Ona, contemplating approaching his fellow employee to ask whether she thought it was a good idea for them to call the bouncers over. But now that Lincoln was involved, was that such a great idea? He honestly had no clue, useless as per usual. Feeling far too awkward dancing by himself, Robin slowed his moved until he stood, lingering, just behind Lincoln and to the left. For now he could show his support, make the other guy think twice given he would now be three – maybe four – against one.
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Sage
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So, Sage was getting his best moves lined up and was pretty sure he was going to do enough damage to bring down the roof. That was precisely when one of the Butbabi Boys, the golden headed one, slid in smooth. What was with people lately? Sage had this marked as his gig. It was his spoon that was insulted so why was Steve trying to cut in? He would have glanced back to Salvador to see if he was missing something but the slow chest jutting and hips swish while his right foot was up in the air about to say hello wouldn’t allow it. Sage had his form to look out for. Over hearing the man claim he could dance was enough to slow his moves. Especially when his hips demonstrated a little of what he had to offer if it came down to it.
“Looks like his lips are saying no but his body could be saying yes.”
Sage was not one to be left out of the mix of anything. Especially when he was stirring it first. Even if his initial contact didn’t get a response he figured that the slap to the face had said it all with the force of the delivery. Salvador was no one’s whipping post. He locked eyes on the other Butabi standing guard and two finger saluted him in passing.
Sage had an itch he was growing more impatient with not being able to scratch it. It was time to get more limes or a fix. The shift in the music slowed it down to hip and pelvic thrust speed with something crooning that was the equivalent of a singing spin cycle of Bruno Mars and Emeli Sande. He got back into the rhythm of the music and switching it up swaying and turning slowly effectively making his way around the female.
“You are too fine for the swine.” He gave the woman a wink. With a roll of his foot to spin on his heels he was strutting his way slow but sure back to the bar.
Once he arrived back he found Salvador making nice with the barkeeper who was on the opposite side of the business for the moment. He wasn’t about to intrude so he set his sights on the plentiful restock of limes that he could appreciate as soon as he leaned over to help himself. Something stirred his senses as the fragrant scent floated upward beneath his nose.
Just like that he was back briefly in time on the beach in Puerto Penasco. Drunk as he could never possibly forget with a margarita basting on his bare chest back and *** deep down in the hotter than hell sand. The salt covering his lips was filling the cracks of his severely dehydrated lips but he couldn’t lick it off with his sandpaper tongue if wanted to. Inehbriated didn’t cover it. All of this took place on a Sunday at high noon while a less than cheerful cop rattling off to him in Spanish. Mexican jails are no fun. Especially when it took so long to get out that he should have received a medallion for how sober he was when he was finally booted. The lime wedge rolled behind his lips while he leaned on his elbows with his back to the bar. He was hoping to see what happened next on the dance floor.
“Looks like his lips are saying no but his body could be saying yes.”
Sage was not one to be left out of the mix of anything. Especially when he was stirring it first. Even if his initial contact didn’t get a response he figured that the slap to the face had said it all with the force of the delivery. Salvador was no one’s whipping post. He locked eyes on the other Butabi standing guard and two finger saluted him in passing.
Sage had an itch he was growing more impatient with not being able to scratch it. It was time to get more limes or a fix. The shift in the music slowed it down to hip and pelvic thrust speed with something crooning that was the equivalent of a singing spin cycle of Bruno Mars and Emeli Sande. He got back into the rhythm of the music and switching it up swaying and turning slowly effectively making his way around the female.
“You are too fine for the swine.” He gave the woman a wink. With a roll of his foot to spin on his heels he was strutting his way slow but sure back to the bar.
Once he arrived back he found Salvador making nice with the barkeeper who was on the opposite side of the business for the moment. He wasn’t about to intrude so he set his sights on the plentiful restock of limes that he could appreciate as soon as he leaned over to help himself. Something stirred his senses as the fragrant scent floated upward beneath his nose.
Just like that he was back briefly in time on the beach in Puerto Penasco. Drunk as he could never possibly forget with a margarita basting on his bare chest back and *** deep down in the hotter than hell sand. The salt covering his lips was filling the cracks of his severely dehydrated lips but he couldn’t lick it off with his sandpaper tongue if wanted to. Inehbriated didn’t cover it. All of this took place on a Sunday at high noon while a less than cheerful cop rattling off to him in Spanish. Mexican jails are no fun. Especially when it took so long to get out that he should have received a medallion for how sober he was when he was finally booted. The lime wedge rolled behind his lips while he leaned on his elbows with his back to the bar. He was hoping to see what happened next on the dance floor.
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Salvador (DELETED 8639)
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Salvador was listening, but he was also daydreaming. When her name was given, he was trying to place it or make sense of it, really. Was it spanish? Was it greek? Hebrew? Who the hell knew, but somehow he replaced the 'a' with an 'e' and suddenly Ona was One. One what though? If she played her cards right...maybe she was the one he would have a little alone time with later. The thought brought a lazy drawl to his lips as he took another sip of his beer.
"Salvador." He extended his free hand, fingers wiggling as a wicked grin fell on his facial features. "Oh, that ain't nothing, baby." Salvador said as he watched Sage and listened to the quip he gave the woman about the guy who air punched Salvador a few seconds ago. "I think things could get a lot more interesting with you around." He said, eyes moving back to Ona. "Are you on break, or done for the night?" There were a lot of 'interesting' things Salvador and Ona could get up to, but it all depended on the time she had available to her and if she were up it.
"Though, I would hate to leave my friend, Sage out of the fun. He sort of needs as much fun as he can get." Salvador pouted a little, all to happy with letting everyone else take care of the guy that was a major douche, while he slipped off to the back and focused on something else. Something more up his avenue.
"Salvador." He extended his free hand, fingers wiggling as a wicked grin fell on his facial features. "Oh, that ain't nothing, baby." Salvador said as he watched Sage and listened to the quip he gave the woman about the guy who air punched Salvador a few seconds ago. "I think things could get a lot more interesting with you around." He said, eyes moving back to Ona. "Are you on break, or done for the night?" There were a lot of 'interesting' things Salvador and Ona could get up to, but it all depended on the time she had available to her and if she were up it.
"Though, I would hate to leave my friend, Sage out of the fun. He sort of needs as much fun as he can get." Salvador pouted a little, all to happy with letting everyone else take care of the guy that was a major douche, while he slipped off to the back and focused on something else. Something more up his avenue.
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Ona Leon (DELETED 8137)
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Re: WE ARE YOUNG (Open)
She took his hand and as it was extended. Slipping just a tad bit closer as he spoke, she liked to be near people when they spoke made it easier to hear and catch any subtitle body movements. She played with the beer in one hand, then raising it to her lips to drink from it. "Done for the night, was going to head home till I caught the issues on the dance floor."
Her attention shifted to Sage as he showed back up at the bar. She waved to another bartender and asked for a beer which she offered to Sage with a smile. "Mr. Lime wedge, have a beer on me." A small laugh as she looks between them. "I suppose I could stick around if it's fun enough."
Her attention shifted to Sage as he showed back up at the bar. She waved to another bartender and asked for a beer which she offered to Sage with a smile. "Mr. Lime wedge, have a beer on me." A small laugh as she looks between them. "I suppose I could stick around if it's fun enough."
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Lincoln King
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The guy was beginning to look REALLY uncomfortable, his face turning a particularly fascinating tone reminiscent of beetroot as Lincoln got up close and personal. Over the man's shoulder he could see the woman watching him, anxious but intrigued, she'd even begun to giggle slightly and was looking at the faces of those who had approached and spoken to her. Maybe she HAD made the wrong choice, would she be able to ditch the dud and latch onto one of the other guys in the bar? He was looking harassed and had taken a shy step backwards, eyes flicking towards the escape. "I mean, if you can't handle the heat..." The music changed, something he didn't really want to dance to but he slowed it down, taking up a surprisingly comfortable grind of hips towards the man, clearly used to having people back themselves up on him and initiate close contact moves.
That was the final straw.
The aggressor began to flail like a headless chicken, limbs smacking out but not really to harm Lincoln, more to shove him backwards so he could make a beeline for the exit to the club. Linc laughed lazily, stepping aside with his hands up to watch the dude go, grinning in Robin's direction before diverting his attention to the pretty piece the guy had left behind. Her face was awash with relief and confusion, looking like she wasn't sure if she was going to cry or laugh. A resigned sort of sigh deflated her, the girl dutifully trailing towards the door herself, sparing a wistful look towards the handsome, and very different, men she'd had brief contact with. She wanted to stay, but Lincoln wasn't about to convince her. Instead he grabbed Robin, his hands didn't feel as sure as they had, the grip was light and he smoothed the touch down his slave's lapels. "Ok, Doll, another drink or two then i'm yours. This **** is kicking me in the teeth in the best possible way, i'm about to get frustratingly easy. Don't take advantage of poor little old me, k?" He mock slurred, he was still in full control of himself, everything was just on the tiniest delay. He jokingly swayed, an arm looping over Robin's shoulders, weaving them back over to the bar. The new bartender approached and he ordered a round of shots for the small group gathered at one end of the bar, and another whiskey.
"Well that was amusing, for about ten seconds... What a *****." Lincoln poured himself into one of the bar stools, leaning against the supportive surface and surveying the club. It wouldn't be much longer before he'd cave to any suggestion that involved fun or pleasure, he was feeling good, feeling distanced from any harshness of physicality. Everything was soft, smooth and inviting. If he wasn't so relaxed he might've reached out to stroke at the curls on the man with the lime wedge. They looked so bouncy, he wanted to tuck his finger through a loop and tug gently to see if it did in fact bounce.
The shots arrived, but his hand didn't reach for it, he was annoyed to find it had already betrayed him. A fingertip was slipping through a brown curl, wrapping it around and releasing it just as quickly. "So... What's eating you? Wishing you were up? Down? Sip? Snort? Stab?" His green gaze slid over the others before an answer could be given, focusing on the man with the facial hair that made his lips quirk into a devious little smile. "Maybe it's suck...How's it hanging, Pornstache? Dig your dancing. I haven't seen you guys around here before, I mean, this isn't my most often frequented club but the pretty Mr. Blue Eyes works here." His thumb jerked back towards Robin, the hand falling to capture a shot glass, lifting it. "Cheers, kids and calamities."
That was the final straw.
The aggressor began to flail like a headless chicken, limbs smacking out but not really to harm Lincoln, more to shove him backwards so he could make a beeline for the exit to the club. Linc laughed lazily, stepping aside with his hands up to watch the dude go, grinning in Robin's direction before diverting his attention to the pretty piece the guy had left behind. Her face was awash with relief and confusion, looking like she wasn't sure if she was going to cry or laugh. A resigned sort of sigh deflated her, the girl dutifully trailing towards the door herself, sparing a wistful look towards the handsome, and very different, men she'd had brief contact with. She wanted to stay, but Lincoln wasn't about to convince her. Instead he grabbed Robin, his hands didn't feel as sure as they had, the grip was light and he smoothed the touch down his slave's lapels. "Ok, Doll, another drink or two then i'm yours. This **** is kicking me in the teeth in the best possible way, i'm about to get frustratingly easy. Don't take advantage of poor little old me, k?" He mock slurred, he was still in full control of himself, everything was just on the tiniest delay. He jokingly swayed, an arm looping over Robin's shoulders, weaving them back over to the bar. The new bartender approached and he ordered a round of shots for the small group gathered at one end of the bar, and another whiskey.
"Well that was amusing, for about ten seconds... What a *****." Lincoln poured himself into one of the bar stools, leaning against the supportive surface and surveying the club. It wouldn't be much longer before he'd cave to any suggestion that involved fun or pleasure, he was feeling good, feeling distanced from any harshness of physicality. Everything was soft, smooth and inviting. If he wasn't so relaxed he might've reached out to stroke at the curls on the man with the lime wedge. They looked so bouncy, he wanted to tuck his finger through a loop and tug gently to see if it did in fact bounce.
The shots arrived, but his hand didn't reach for it, he was annoyed to find it had already betrayed him. A fingertip was slipping through a brown curl, wrapping it around and releasing it just as quickly. "So... What's eating you? Wishing you were up? Down? Sip? Snort? Stab?" His green gaze slid over the others before an answer could be given, focusing on the man with the facial hair that made his lips quirk into a devious little smile. "Maybe it's suck...How's it hanging, Pornstache? Dig your dancing. I haven't seen you guys around here before, I mean, this isn't my most often frequented club but the pretty Mr. Blue Eyes works here." His thumb jerked back towards Robin, the hand falling to capture a shot glass, lifting it. "Cheers, kids and calamities."
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Robin Little
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Re: WE ARE YOUNG (Open)
Relief washed through Robin as the tension on the dancefloor dwindled; those concerned drifted off, some to the bar and some to exit. Robin wondered whether Lincoln was hoping for a fight, but he didn’t ask the question nor do anything that might usher in a bar brawl. He’d remained standing, hands shoved into his pockets like some kind of bouncer, some kind of personal guard. Just give him a pair of aviators and he’d look like one of the President’s men. Though, he’d probably need to have been wearing more black, and look a little more sure of himself.
With Lincoln’s hands smoothing over the lapels of Robin’s jacket and the suggestion of a few drinks, Robin could do naught but follow, though he did so with a roll of his eyes.
”So very flattered that you need to get yourself completely drunk before you can give yourself up. I’m your very own coyote ugly,” he said, voice raised over the music. He wasn’t offended, more amused – Lincoln wasn’t his type. Lincoln did not have breasts. Not the kind that Robin was into, anyway. In fact, Robin was quite happy for Lincoln to ply himself with alcohol and get completely wasted. The more he had running through his blood, the more Robin would be able to taste, later. If he ever achieved what Lincoln had requested – to make him want it.
Back at the bar, the two groups melded. Somehow, Lincoln and Robin joined the other three – Ona Robin knew, at least by name. He gave her a curt nod. If she didn’t recognise him as a fellow employee before, then she would do so now. Lincoln had announced it to the world. The drinks were delivered, as were a few choice words from Lincoln. The guy seemed to have lost all inhibitions already. Robin, too, reached for a shot. He’d enjoy the burn, even if it did nothing for the buzz.
”He’s about to get frustratingly easy,” he said, cocking his head in Lincoln’s direction, though his attention was wrested by the trio in front of them.
”Take his words with a grain of salt,” he added, as if he had known Lincoln for years and knew his habits, his desultory ways. He was only hazarding a guess. Robin down the shot, pushed the small glass back onto the bar top, and shoved his hands back into his pockets.
With Lincoln’s hands smoothing over the lapels of Robin’s jacket and the suggestion of a few drinks, Robin could do naught but follow, though he did so with a roll of his eyes.
”So very flattered that you need to get yourself completely drunk before you can give yourself up. I’m your very own coyote ugly,” he said, voice raised over the music. He wasn’t offended, more amused – Lincoln wasn’t his type. Lincoln did not have breasts. Not the kind that Robin was into, anyway. In fact, Robin was quite happy for Lincoln to ply himself with alcohol and get completely wasted. The more he had running through his blood, the more Robin would be able to taste, later. If he ever achieved what Lincoln had requested – to make him want it.
Back at the bar, the two groups melded. Somehow, Lincoln and Robin joined the other three – Ona Robin knew, at least by name. He gave her a curt nod. If she didn’t recognise him as a fellow employee before, then she would do so now. Lincoln had announced it to the world. The drinks were delivered, as were a few choice words from Lincoln. The guy seemed to have lost all inhibitions already. Robin, too, reached for a shot. He’d enjoy the burn, even if it did nothing for the buzz.
”He’s about to get frustratingly easy,” he said, cocking his head in Lincoln’s direction, though his attention was wrested by the trio in front of them.
”Take his words with a grain of salt,” he added, as if he had known Lincoln for years and knew his habits, his desultory ways. He was only hazarding a guess. Robin down the shot, pushed the small glass back onto the bar top, and shoved his hands back into his pockets.