Sam could only gape at Gene, his eyes wide with disbelief. His hand fell away from the mortal's elbow as he rubbed at his face but it moved to Gene's back, sliding gently back and forth between his shoulder blades as the vampire struggled to comprehend all that he was being told. Gene's father was an
angel? So he was part supernatural? No wonder he was so damn good looking. And the farm was being sold because of his not-dad, as well as Dom almost died? He blinked and the action wasn't able to shift his stunned expression, so he turned it on Dom instead.
"You almost
died?" he queried, nonplussed.
Dom was exceptionally pleased that Sam was going ahead with spilling his guts, even though, in his drunkenness, he hadn't explained anything particularly well. That was okay, though, because Dominic was pleased to be able to pick up the pieces in an entirely different way; by initiating another member into the 'Gene's Shit Life' club. Of course, the fact that the guy he was telling was actually a sub-point on that agenda was a slight issue - because Gene had waxed lyrical about what a great guy Sam was often enough that Dom had guessed the score was squarely in the vampire's favour where Gene was concerned - but it was a start and beggars couldn't be choosers, they said.
"Yeah, one of my now-
ex-employees didn't map the electrical cables right in a yard we were working on, so I cut straight into it and took way too many volts to the heart. Threw me clear across the lawn and when I landed I was dead. My heart had stopped and I was out for the count - even saw a white light at the end of a tunnel but when I went into it, it turned out the light was Gene, running over and touching me and using his angel powers to bring me back to life. That's how we found out he was so special, when he saved my life," Dom said proudly, smiling with genuine admiration at his best buddy and employee.
Sam followed the look, unintentionally mirroring it. "You saved his
life!" he echoed with awe, squeezing Gene in a manner that pulled him up against him in the booth, pressing their sides together. "That's amazing!"
Dom watched Gene about to protest - as he always humbly did whenever he'd tried to thank him in any way beyond a simple, 'Thanks' - but cut in first. "He'll tell you he didn't mean it, that he had no idea how he did it, but it doesn't change the fact that it happened. I'm here tonight because of him; I owe him my world," Dom said, tipping his glass of water respectfully in Gene's direction, his white teeth shining with pleasure.
Sam looked at that smile, into those eyes and thought he saw something stronger than admiration and gratitude flowing out of Dominic, and something resentful sparked way down inside him. These two likely spent a lot of time together and they were obviously very special to each other. Sam couldn't help but imagine them naked and writhing against one another in the heat of passion; why wouldn't they have become lovers when the mood suited them? They were both single, good looking and consenting, it was inevitable. Nothing would've stopped
him in Dominic's position. He
really didn't like the thought of it, though he had no right to even think it so of course he wouldn't say it.
He turned to look approvingly at Gene, realising he was now close enough to wrap his arm around his back, so he did, letting it fall at a natural angle that kind of left his hand cupping the outside of Gene's ass. Just then, the mortal's whiskey and Dom's new water arrived and Sam's hand stayed in place while Dom insisted on paying for Gene's drink and handed over his empty water glass with the money to the waiter. When it was just them again, Sam found his face quite close to Gene's, looking at his profile with a soft smile as he drank enthusiastically from his drink. "Well, it seems like your story completely overshadows my little rant about how I haven't really seen my boyfriend in a couple of months, now that he's establishing a fancy new place as District Leader and I think my relationship's pretty well dead, 'cept for the dirge being played. Reckon even an
angel could't revive it, at this point," he joked, the humour not reaching his eyes as he voiced his true fears for the first time.
As flippantly as they were said, there was a lot of raw emotion beneath the words and Dominic could see even from across the table that Sam was hurting because he truly thought his relationship with Vomas was over. Something about that didn't sit well in the Samoan-American's breast at all, and his back stiffened automatically as he looked at the vampire. "That's a shame," he said without emotion, his lips pressing together when the speaking was done because he didn't want to add the rest of what he was thinking; that if Sam was single again, he doubted he'd have Gene as his best friend for much longer. Jealousy burned in him, unvoiced.
Sam looked apologetically across at Dom. "Yeah, but really, compared to all you two have been through, it's just another one of those parts of life, isn't it? Like this place," he shrugged, looking around momentarily, to highlight the fact that he was talking about Venture. "All because two men decided to write some shit they shouldn't have, the Oligarchy died, we lost everything we'd worked so hard for and had to find a new way to live. Things were bound to get lost in amongst all that upheaval, right?" he asked Dom with another forced smile, his head tilting in a very brief moment of jauntiness.
Dom gnawed on the inside of his lip as he looked back at the vampire, unsure how to respond to such obvious bitterness spoken in a lighthearted tone and he didn't feel any better when Sam followed it up with a hollow laugh and looked at Gene some more. "We're a terribly cheerful pair, aren't we?" he grinned at Gene, the expression nothing like what he was talking about. "Maybe we should take ourselves somewhere else and give Dom some relief from our maudlin conversation, hmm?" he suggested, not really meaning it because he hadn't put any thought into where else that could be; on a conscious level, anyway.
~8~
"Hello, Vomas," Jeanne greeted in her heavily-accented voice, holding her left hand out towards him. Most notable about this action was the fact that it wasn't turned sideways for him to shake, but rather drooped from the wrist, palm down, in the manner of a woman who is used to men kissing her pale skin reverently. Her smile was inherently sensual and it sparkled in her eyes as she regarded his countenance, for she found his appearance alluring on many levels, though her tells on this opinion would be next to impossible for him to read, since he didn't know her at all. "I am Jeanne D'Arshan," she introduced herself fluidly, waiting to release the rest of her message when their greetings had concluded.