Author Topic: Barflies (Read 9648 times)

Malkavian Riddler · « **on:** September 11, 2011, 09:55:09 AM »

Ash and Ichabod had arrived at Risk together, after Ash picked up the other vampire and drove him to the club in his little red sportscar - driving sedately at first until his maniac side surfaced and they sped through the streets weaving in and out of traffic, ignoring red lights and dodging the odd pedestrian.

In Ash\'s opinion, the club was pretty quiet because it was a Monday night, but even for a quiet night, the dance floor still had a good number of bodies grinding, twisting or shuffling, the booths and tables were mostly occupied, and there were only a few seats available at the bar. Ash figured maybe half the rooms upstairs were available, and wondered if Ichabod would be game to take a mortal up there. Looking sideways at his newest buddy, he wondered if Ichabod had ever gone up there.

"The bar," Ash said, smacking Ichabod in a friendly way upon his shoulder to get his attention, then swaggered over to where some empty bar stools were. He sat upon one, leaving Ichabod to choose whether he wanted to sit on Ash\'s right or left, because there were vacant stools either side of him. The movie star had planned it that way, because sometimes they could get lucky with a mortal taking the seat beside and they could pick up without having to work hard. "Want a drink, take the edge off?" Ash asked, raising his index finger to hail the bartender their way.

pinkroses · « **Reply #1 on:** September 12, 2011, 05:28:34 AM »

“Yeah. Definitely,” Ichabod said as he sat at Ash’s right, hooking his feet onto the footstep of the stool and dropping his hands to curling his fingers together in his lap. He had had difficulty deciding what to wear, but finally settled on a pair of dark denim jeans, black boots and a dark green shirt - which used to bring out hints of green in his brown eyes, but now his black eyes showed no hint of colour.

Ichabod was kind of glad it was a quieter night. Sometimes it seemed a little overwhelming when there was so much going on. He’d found it especially so when he’d first changed and everything was brighter, louder. And he felt like he should be so much more confident, more in control now he was a vampire. It seemed like the complete opposite.

Well, at least his nose had healed up properly now, that was one less thing to worry about as long as that jack-ass wasn’t here again. But at least he wasn’t alone this time - Ash was here too.

“I’ve never been good at, sort of, approaching people in clubs. And then if they come up to me it’s just… weird. And it’s usually because they recognise me because I was with Ben,” he said quietly, knowing Ash would be able to hear him over the music as the bartender for the drinks. Ichabod had drunk before he left that evening too, but was always craving more.

Malkavian Riddler · « **Reply #2 on:** September 12, 2011, 08:19:26 AM »

Ash looked at Ichabod on his right and nodded at Ichabod\'s comment. He knew what it was like to be recognised because he was with somebody well known, but he also knew what it was like to be recognised because he\'d started gaining fame of his own making. He hadn\'t quite made it before becoming vamp, and it still grated on him. He could\'ve got there, he was sure. He\'d been getting there, anyway.

The two of them were dressed similarly tonight, in the same shade of dark jeans and same style of black boots, and they both wore green shirts, though Ichabod\'s was darker and plain, while Ash\'s was a mixture of thin green stripes. He also wore a leather strap around his neck with a square amulet on it, a rooster silhouette on it, which was the chinese zodiac year of his birth.

"Yeah, I\'ve been through that," Ash said agreeably, "and it annoyed the fuck outta me. Famous sires suck," he said, and they received two glasses of blood as he finished speaking. It was fast service, but then, everyone else at the bar had been served and there weren\'t twenty people milling around shouting their orders. "We can drink to that," he said, handing over a fifty note and watching as the barkeep left to make change from it, taking his glass before he got his money back and raising it towards Ichabod so they could clink them together. The glass was warm in his fingers. "Here\'s to having time to ourselves because our sires are more interested in politics," he said cynically, while smiling.

pinkroses · « **Reply #3 on:** September 13, 2011, 03:23:26 AM »

Ichabod scooped up his glass as Ash did, but hesitated for a second before clinking it gently against Ash’s and taking a sip. It wasn’t like that though. Kerr wasn’t more interested in politics, he hadn’t wanted to become an Oligarch and then Luminary, he’d had it all thrust upon him and was just doing what he had to. No, it was Ben he was more interested in. And always would be.

“Who was your sire? If you don’t mind me asking?” Ichabod said, after taking a moment to let his black eyes scan around the room. He wondered if it was anyone he would have heard of - the way Ash said it made it sound like it could be. And Ash himself had been an actor, maybe it was someone in those circles. Also, anything to put of the inevitable hunt was also a plus.

Malkavian Riddler · « **Reply #4 on:** September 13, 2011, 11:34:01 AM »

"Aw, Isaac Abrams. He\'s a well-known Hollywood agent, but he stopped taking on more actors once I was made his fledge. He\'s the Baron of Hollywood too, so... that\'s kind of like the Luminary of his area. LA has a few of them though, and I don\'t really know or care how it works." Ash shrugged, then took a big swallow from his glass of blood, before the bartender came up to him to give him his change. He pocketed it and swivelled on his barstool, so that he now had to look left to see Ichabod beside him, and he leant back on the bar upon his elbows. The entire club could be seen from his new position.

"See anything you like?" he prompted bluntly. If Ichabod had thought he could stall Ash\'s desire to get the ball rolling with hookups (blood or otherwise), then he was mistaken.

pinkroses · « **Reply #5 on:** September 13, 2011, 05:01:27 PM »

Ichabod was fascinated by the start of the explanation about LA’s vampiric system, but it was obvious Ash didn’t want to go into it further, now or ever. Maybe he could find out some other way… or go there. Just a short trip, that would be cool. Ichabod had never done all that much travelling, so LA seemed worlds away.

The brunette paused for a moment before following Ash’s lead, turning his stool in a smooth movement so that he was looking out over the club properly. It wasn’t as busy as he’d seen it sometimes, but when everyone was moving so quickly it was hard to focus. And how were you supposed to tell what people would be like just by looking at them? Some of them were gorgeous, completely out of his league, men and women alike.

It was like a meat market - only at a butchers your steak couldn’t tell you they actually didn’t want to go home with you, so fuck off.

“Yeah, loads. But they’re…” They would be interested in Kerr, Ben, Lazarus, Ash. Not the fledgling who couldn’t even take a human home when they were throwing themselves at him.

“I don’t want to choose someone who’s just going to say no,” Ichabod said bluntly, glancing sideways at Ash.

Existentially Odd · « **Reply #6 on:** September 13, 2011, 09:00:44 PM »

Not too far away from Ash and Ichabod, a short, buxom blonde stood against the wall, her gaze roving the club nervously. She was wearing a white satin blouse with a scooped neck (that advertised a generous amount of cleavage), a too-wide black belt that did nothing to alleviate the impression of a short, well-endowed torso and a tight black A-line skirt that almost reached her knees. She wore black ballet shoes with little white bows on their tops and held a drink in her right hand, down by her side, her left arm defensively crossing her body to grip her other forearm rather tightly.

The expression on her pretty face was stoic, though she did seem skittish about being alone in the club, which was why she was up against the wall. Her best friend had come here with here - it was only her second time at Risk - but had gone off with some vampire that hadn\'t been interested in her when she\'d looked scared by the suggestion she\'d play with her friend\'s long, lean body in one of the rooms upstairs. Last time, they\'d been drunk from by the same vampire, one after the other, and it hadn\'t got weird like that; her friend had fallen into a hazy doze while she\'d got super horny and laid. She wasn\'t sure she was game to do that by herself tonight (even if she\'d shaved her shapely legs specially), though.

For something to do, she took a swig of her cocktail, enjoying the warmth of the vodka seeping through her, making her relax. After she\'d lowered her half-empty glass to her side once more, her left hand raised to fiddle with her stylish up-do, fretting at the blonde strands that spiked their way out of the knot at the back of her head, fanning above it like a golden blonde crown. She ruffled her straight fringe next, knowing her hair was still perfect and she shouldn\'t mess with it, wishing she had her glasses on. They were generally used for reading but since starting to wear them regularly, her eyesight had deteriorated and she was having trouble making out things in the distance now, too.

Everybody in the club - unless they were in the perfect zone of vision a metre or so before her - was a bit of a blur, which also wasn\'t helping her confidence. Shapes moved around in front of her, causing her to tense frequently, but none of them stopped or said anything to her, so she relaxed immediately once they moved away, leaving her to her own devices. Without her wing-girl she didn\'t have the guts to offer herself to a vampire (especially since she couldn\'t assess for herself from a distance whether they looked like fun or a true risk, as the club advertised they would be) and she doubted she\'d be noticed back here. She was twenty-five but she didn\'t look legal, considering she was the height of a twelve year old and unless they had a thing for voluptuous breasts (which, admittedly, many men did), most didn\'t consider her much of a prospect.

Unable to see clearly, the blonde therefore remained a wallflower, unaware of Ash and Ichabod shopping for a prospect like she could be and keeping herself amused by wriggling a little to the beat of the music and sipping her drink every now and then. It had been expensive as hell but also very strong as far as alcohol content went, both aspects a recipe for making it last.

Malkavian Riddler · « **Reply #7 on:** September 14, 2011, 07:45:27 AM »

"No?" Ash asked, incredulously. "Have you ever met anyone here that said fucking no?"

He prodded Ichabod in the ribs so the younger vampire would know he was having a friendly jest.

"If someone says no here, then they\'re special, and trust me, I doubt there\'s anything special in this club. They\'re bite junkies, and you\'re a good looking vampire, so that combo alone\'s gonna get you a good deal." He grinned lecherously at Ichabod. "It\'s not a matter of picking who seems to like you, it\'s more picking someone you seem to like. They won\'t say no," Ash inisisted, and the blonde hiding herself against the wall caught his eye. "Do you like girls?" He gestured with his glass towards her, uncaring if she caught the movement and hoping that she would. It would make things easier if she and Ichabod flirted silently with their eyes for a little bit.

pinkroses · « **Reply #8 on:** September 14, 2011, 04:46:16 PM »

Ichabod felt his cheeks flush with the little blood he’d had tonight and he cringed as Ash poked him, but tried to smile all the same. No, they didn’t say no, but other people swooped in, caught their eye, or Ichabod got in his own way.

It was kind of nice to be told he was good looking though, even if it was by a friend who was trying to make him feel better - and someone who’d fucked his sire and his blood brother, so Ichabod had no interest in pursuing that line of interest.

“Yeah, I do,” Ichabod said, glancing in the direction Ash was gesturing in, spotting the blonde easily enough. It had been a while since he’d been with a woman, but his last truly human relationship had been with one. Lore. She’d broken his heart, put him onto the downward spiral which had lead to this. But Ichabod knew he couldn’t blame her for any of it really.

“She’s cute… looks kind of young… but yeah, she’s pretty,” Ichabod said, watching her wriggle in time to the music, looking sort of nervous, but pretending not to. He’d been there himself plenty of times before.

“You think I should go talk to her? Or… what?” he asked, glancing back towards Ash. He hated approaching people and usually waited for someone else to pick him. Because that always went so well.

Malkavian Riddler · « **Reply #9 on:** September 15, 2011, 08:45:27 PM »

"Considering you want my help and that\'s why we\'re here tonight..." Ash drawled, finishing his drink, "then I wouldn\'t be much help if I didn\'t at least start something going for you."

He wasn\'t going to be a poor wingman, that was for sure. He placed his empty glass on the bar behind him, between himself and Ichabod.

"Fucking blood sticks to the glass in this place," he commented. "It\'s like they\'re trying to get you to swipe your finger in something from the get go."

And with these poignant words, he took his leave in order to approach the girl he\'d seen that he thought a good match for Ichabod. He sauntered over casually enough, though if she noticed him early enough in his walk over to her, she would know he was heading directly for her. A broad smile was on his face, and as soon as she noticed him coming her way, he lifted his head a little in a pseudo nod (except it would come off as arrogant).

"Hey babe, you shouldn\'t be on your own," he said, with a line that had several ways of closing depending on how she reacted to him. He shouldered the wall beside her, so that when she looked in his direction, she would be able to see past his shoulder at the bar - at Ichabod watching, hopefully.

Existentially Odd · « **Reply #10 on:** September 16, 2011, 07:35:50 AM »

She swallowed, blinking as the handsome man - she assumed vampire - swam into view and straightening up away from the wall. After she\'d done so, she offered a tentative smile, for even though he was spitting out ridiculously tired lines, he was good looking in a bad-boy sort of way and she could imagine him drinking from her.

"Why not?" she prodded in a sweet voice, trying to look suave as she took another careful sip of her vodka cocktail, the sweet, fruity taste quickly burned away by the generous amount of alcohol in it and enlivening her throat on its way down. Likely, it was the fact that her glass was almost empty (when had that happened?) that made her brave enough to play along with the stranger that had approached.

It was also just as likely to be boredom and an eagerness to do something risky tonight.

pinkroses · « **Reply #11 on:** September 16, 2011, 08:02:39 AM »

Ichabod froze, wide-eyed as Ash began to make his way towards the blonde, unsure whether he was supposed to be following, or staying where he was. Ash would have gestured for him to follow or something if he was supposed to go, right? Fuck, Ash was going to go over there, make her swoon, scoop her up and then Ichabod would be stuck here on his own. Great. Brilliant. Fan-fucking-tastic.

Shit, when had he turned into such a pussy? Ichabod really had no clue. Still, if that was how it was going to go Ichabod wasn’t going to make a fool of himself by following after like a lost little puppy. So he stayed where he was, perched on the stool, trying to focus on sipping his blood slowly rather than gulping it down as he watched Ash chatting to her.

Malkavian Riddler · « **Reply #12 on:** September 16, 2011, 11:15:21 AM »

Ash laughed softly. "You\'re in a club like this and you have to ask me why not?" he gestured at the workings of Risk around them. Even though he\'d admonished her for her question, he leant closer so he could drop his voice and talk directly into her ear in order to be heard. "Better to be with a nice vampire than available to a nasty one," he said, pausing for a moment before continuing. "A nice one has his eye on you right now, at the bar."

He pulled away from her, just enough to see if she was looking in the right direction.

Existentially Odd · « **Reply #13 on:** September 16, 2011, 06:46:24 PM »

Her heart sped up and she shivered a little as he leaned close to whisper in her ear, awareness pulsing through her. She\'d been contemplating arguing about why she was alone in here and that it was fine to be so, as far as she was concerned, but hadn\'t managed to get her words out in time. Her tongue felt thick in her mouth, her head swirly from the alcohol.

She giggled for no real reason beyond the fact that she was a little drunk and felt she was silly for being in the predicament of not being able to see very far.

"Well, I can\'t see the bar," she confessed. "I left my glasses at home. Is he cute?" she enquired brightly, sort of looking in the bar\'s direction before she focussed back at the vampire before her, a winning smile shifting her face from pretty to beautiful. She was happy to play along with anything, as long as it got a vampire at her neck sometime before two o\'clock in the morning (by which time she planned to be at home in bed. Probably alone).

Malkavian Riddler · « **Reply #14 on:** September 16, 2011, 07:06:39 PM »

Was he cute? Sure, not that it mattered, he figured. Even the nosferatu got willing donors in this joint, he\'d seen it with his own eyes. Ick. He supposed there might be more than quite a few fang-followers that would say no to that, but yes, Ichabod was cute, and he told her so.

"He\'s a nice looking guy, yeah. Matches your age, I\'d say. Of course, he\'d be a hundred years old and you wouldn\'t know," he hinted. He knew the older the vampire, the more respectful and willing the donor. He\'d misled quite a few donors into thinking this about him, but he hadn\'t exactly said his age to them. He figured it would likely come up in conversation when this chick met Ichabod, but by that time the kid would be on his own with a head start. "Come meet him," he said, and it wasn\'t up for discussion. He took her hand, clamping down on it but making sure not to squeeze, and tugged her in order to have her follow him back to the bar. If she put up a fight, he\'d stop and ask her what was wrong, but he guessed she would likely just join him.

He hoped Ichabod didn\'t mind a bit of a buzz. She seemed like she\'d had a bit much to drink.

pinkroses · « **Reply #15 on:** September 16, 2011, 08:00:43 PM »

As they began to approach Ichabod slipped down from his stool, putting his now empty glass on the bar behind him, regretting any of the internal bad thoughts he’d been having towards the movie star. Of course he wouldn’t have just abandoned him like that, he seemed to be taking this whole role pretty seriously.

He fiddled with straightening his shirt, shuffling his feet, running a hand through his hair and eventually rubbing the bridge of his nose out of nervous habit before managing to drop his hand away from his face, giving what he hoped was a charming smile as he hooked him thumb into his jeans pocket. He wished he’d been able to hear what had been said between them, but she’d been stood too far away and the music was too loud for that to have been possible. Still, did it really matter?

Existentially Odd · « **Reply #16 on:** September 18, 2011, 09:57:04 PM »

She giggled inanely at the notion that this vampire could be a hundred and she wouldn\'t know - it was something she\'d thought a great deal about since she was here at Risk last, and it always left her head spinning. Much like thinking about looking up at the sky and thinking about witnessing dead stars and history long ago did.

Obediently, she followed along, uttering an enthusiastic, "Okay," and only slowing the vampire\'s progress marginally because she decided it would be a good idea to skull the remaining amount of cocktail in her glass on the way. Her footing wasn\'t as steady as it should have been but she didn\'t spill any. When they arrived at the bar, she took a step to the side and placed the empty glass to one side of the guy standing before her.

Emboldened by his smile, she gave one of her own and used her free hand to wave with (not letting go of the vampire she currently held). "Hello! I\'m Melissa!" she enthused.

Malkavian Riddler · « **Reply #17 on:** September 19, 2011, 07:48:09 AM »

He was glad she was eager. Ichabod needed her kind of eagerness to give him that first little burst of confidence. Ash didn\'t understand guys who couldn\'t pick up chicks - especially good looking guys. The ordinary woman on the street would be harder work, they wouldn\'t forgive cheesy lines like he\'d used on Melissa (he caught her name as she blasted it out at Ichabod, as Ash leant against the bar with one elbow, not taking his stool again because she had a hold of him), but most women were easy enough to figure out, he thought. He hadn\'t found one yet that denied him by the second date. He didn\'t think less of women for this, however - he just thought he\'d figured them out and didn\'t get how other men hadn\'t. They weren\'t so complicated.

pinkroses · « **Reply #18 on:** September 19, 2011, 08:05:23 AM »

Oh wow, when she was closer Ichabod had no trouble smelling the vodka on her, even if it hadn’t been obvious she’d been drinking from the way she walked and finished her drink. No one finished a glass of plain juice that enthusiastically. Ichabod generally tried not to drink from those who’d been drinking, but maybe this would help things along a little.

“Melissa, hi. My name’s Ichabod,” he replied giving a little wave of his own. Fuck, who the Hell ever thought that this whole going to clubs and picking people up was a good idea? Drinking from someone was one thing, but he could feel Ash watching him and knew he had to do better than that. And Kerr wanted him to get out there. Sow those damn wild oats.

“So, you, uh, you looked pretty lonely over there. You all by yourself tonight?” he asked, leaning a little closer to the girl so that he didn’t have to shout to be heard, unaware that his conversation starter was so close to Ash’s. She’d just finished her drink, should he offer her another? She didn’t look like she needed another and Ichabod definitely didn’t want to be completely pissed after drinking from her, so he decided to hold off on that, for now at least.

Existentially Odd · « **Reply #19 on:** September 19, 2011, 04:26:16 PM »

"Ichabod? Seriously?" she giggled, her eyes wide with disbelief, like she thought the vampire might be having a joke with her. Still, he seemed serious enough as he confirmed she\'d heard his name correctly then went on to ask if she was alone. "Oh! Nah, my friend\'s here too, but she already went off with another guy," she answered brightly, then looked at Ichabod with large, hopeful eyes, a coy smile curling her lips gently upward. "Do you want to drink from me?"

pinkroses · « **Reply #20 on:** September 19, 2011, 04:55:39 PM »

Ichabod, used to people finding his name weird gave a small shrug at her disbelief and assured her that was right. Maybe he should just start giving a fake name. That was what all the slick guys in the movies did right? And he’d probably never seen her again, but it was too late now.

At her next question Ichabod gave a shy chuckle, his gaze flickering down for a moment before returning to her face, not intentionally looking her over but he couldn’t exactly help it. He was acutely aware of Ash stood right next to them, obviously listening in.

“Uh, yeah, definitely,”

If you want to
Don’t change your mind
You’re completely drunk
Pretty
Hungry
I’m being an idiot
Really hungry
Just say yes

“Maybe… maybe a little more, if we go somewhere more private?” Ichabod suggested as he lifted his hand to brush against her warm arm, wondering if he sounded cheesey or just like an idiot. Maybe he was being too forward, should he have just waited to see? Shit, he didn’t even want to fuck anyone really, but everyone else thought he should.

And thinking about everyone else...

Ichabod glanced towards Ash and gave him a small smile which he hoped implied he would be alright now. He had no idea if he would be, but having Ash there was making him uncomfortable and he didn\'t like being watched whilst he tried to do this. He\'d always hated it when Ben watched him so intently, looking out for any tiny mistake or something he could butt in with.

Malkavian Riddler · « **Reply #21 on:** September 20, 2011, 04:58:48 PM »

Ash began working his fingers out of hers as soon as the invitation to drink was broached to Ichabod. He really didn\'t need to be here anymore, not when Ichabod was asking them to go somewhere else.

Even though he was stepping away from them now, he was likely to hear her answer before he got too far, but he doubted she\'d refuse. If she did reply in the negative, he would still skulk off but would be on the lookout for a couple of girls or guys or whatever, that were open to a duo. He didn\'t want Ichabod to strike out twice. Fuck, even he wouldn\'t have suggested to Melissa that more would likely happen until after he got her somewhere private. Maybe that was Ichabod\'s problem. He was too keen.

Existentially Odd · « **Reply #22 on:** September 20, 2011, 05:23:33 PM »

The mortal blonde had only eyes for Ichabod and didn\'t even glance to the side when the other vampire pulled out of her grasp. In fact, she transferred her fingers to Ichabod\'s, seeing as his arm was touching hers and it felt perfectly natural to do so.

She blushed and giggled coyly, shrugging as if she didn\'t know, when the handsome vampire suggested something more, but her body\'s release of pheromones and accelerated heart-rate gave her away. She may have played the coquette well, but lust and arousal were easily detected by a supernatural and she was very obviously open to exploring \'more than a drink of blood\' with Ichabod.

"You mean up to one of the rooms?" she queried shyly, but didn\'t wait for him to answer. "Okay," she agreed immediately and waited for him to lead her where he wanted to go. If she hadn\'t been left alone by her friend and had the alcohol, she certainly wouldn\'t have been as forward, but that time against the wall had cemented her desire for something exciting to happen to her as well as her friend. Now it had and she was sweetly enthusiastic about it all, eager and pliant in Ichabod\'s hands. She wouldn\'t initiate anything once she was alone with him... but she definitely wouldn\'t say no to anything, either.

pinkroses · « **Reply #23 on:** September 21, 2011, 08:42:51 AM »

Ichabod looked a little startled as she asked where and then responded straight away positively. She was too drunk to care, which would most definitely help along tonight’s assignment, but was not as good for the fledgling’s conscience.

He forced a smile onto his face though and after casting a glance in Ash’s direction he lead Melissa upstairs and let her choose a room, not really paying much attention himself where they ended up.

He drank a little first and as hoped the alcohol in her system, combined with her ever so eager hands, lead to more, although there was no real passion there. She could have been anyone. She was just anyone, although he made himself remember her name and ensured she had a brilliant couple of hours, without really focusing on giving them both the best time he could. He felt hollow - like he was using her, which he guessed he was. He didn’t really care if she had a good time, but felt like he should care and so was attentive and adoring to the petite blonde and she seemed oblivious to the fact it was all an act.

Before they parted, Ichabod drank again, more deeply this time, more than he meant to, leaving her pale and shaky, but as he took her to the rest area downstairs he tried using a little mental nudge to leave only positive feelings, which would hopefully cover any of the negatives she might remember from the last ten minutes. Thankfully she was still giggling as he gave her a final kiss and left her, his hand trailing along the wall to keep his balance as the booze made his head spin. He knew it would wear off in a couple of minutes.

After texting Ash to let him know where he was waiting Ichabod slid into a booth to wait for the older vampire and to sober up, which he’d done superbly before Ash appeared. Ichabod stood up at once, wondering if he still smelt of sex despite trying to wash himself off in the little bathroom.

“That was great, thanks for your help,” he said in a bright voice with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes as he slipped his thumbs into his jeans pockets. “I’m going to head off now, home, but uh, if you’re busy, y’know, I’ll just get a taxi,” Ichabod said with a shrug, kind of hoping Ash would agree and just stay at the club. He didn’t want questions right now or comments about why he wasn’t taking home the girl, or another girl, he just wanted to go home.

Malkavian Riddler · « **Reply #24 on:** September 22, 2011, 06:32:22 PM »

While Ichabod was upstairs entertaining Melissa, Ash had been discovered by one of the guys in his little black (red) book. Trent had thought himself a good friend of Ash\'s, apparently, enough to sidle over to him and start speaking as though it hadn\'t been six months since they last saw each other. It had taken Ash a little bit of time to catch up on what Trent was waffling on about, but he\'d worked out that Trent had been offered a position at a telecommunications shop and was making a boatload of money, and had been in a relationship with some guy named Maurice until just a couple of weeks ago. Ash listened for a short while (which was how he got all that information), then he pretended to listen for a while, then he stopped pretending altogether. The only highlight of bumping into Trent came when they found a booth in a corner to seat themselves and Ash got to drink from him, and then received a blowjob from him under the table. He remembered finally how Trent had got into his little black (red) book.

At some point during that, Ichabod had gone downstairs with Melissa to the refreshment area, but Ash lost track of time. When Trent started talking again, Ash received Ichabod\'s text and used that to excuse himself and went downstairs after Ichabod.

Ichabod charged into his short speech of thanks and excuse making, obviously wanting to get away in a hurry. His smile was genuine but what he was saying conflicted so greatly that Ash went to the trouble of scanning his aura. There was conflict there, and disappointment, and also the desire to be secretive. Ash found this interesting, glad that his sire had taken the trouble of teaching him how to read auras and recognise what the colours meant as they steamed off other beings. He wanted to know what had happened; if Melissa had been as under par as that fuckwit Trent who was only interesting when his mouth was open as long as there was a dick stuffed in it.

"No, I\'m good to go," he said pleasantly. He was hoping on the drive home that Ichabod would blurt out what was bothering him. The kid seemed the type. With enough time, maybe Ash would find out without needing to push. He wouldn\'t, however, ask Ichabod about it. If he wanted to keep it to himself, then so be it. The drive home might be quiet, or it might lead to more conversation, and they might just say their goodbyes once Ichabod lef the lift to his apartment and Ash continued up. Whatever happened at this point was entirely up to Ichabod - but damnit, Ash would be there.

pinkroses · « **Reply #25 on:** September 23, 2011, 05:12:52 AM »

If Ichabod had known Ash better and felt more comfortable around him, or wanted to go home with him tonight instead of going to his own place, he probably would have blurted out everything he was feeling during the car ride, but instead he stayed silent, staring blankly out the window, barely reacting to the white-knuckle ride unlike on the way there when he’d loved it.

It wasn’t until they were in the lift that he spoke, glancing sideways at his wingman.

“Sorry, I’ve been a bit… off. I really am glad we went out, and I want to do it again sometime,” Ichabod said honestly as the elevator ding‘d it‘s arrival at his floor. Maybe next time would be better. He would have seen Kerr again, maybe got his head straight about a few things. “I’ll come bang on your door sometime,” he added with a small smile as he stepped out of the lift and unless Ash said anything to keep him there he would move away to head inside the safety of his

Kerr’s

apartment to try and get some work done to help distract himself from other thoughts.

Malkavian Riddler · « **Reply #26 on:** September 23, 2011, 08:41:00 AM »

Ash had only looked over at Ichabod twice during the drive home, and not for very long. It would be dangerous to do so otherwise. He was glad that Ichabod spoke in the lift, though it was right at the point of leaving.

He didn\'t say anything to the short explanation Ichabod gave first, studying Kerr\'s fledge and unable to figure him out. When Ichabod said he would bang on Ash\'s door, the movie star nodded lightly, and levelled a finger at Ichabod\'s face.

"You better," he said amiably, but left it at that. Ichabod didn\'t want to talk, but he hadn\'t wanted to leave their outing on terms that might alienate Ash. That meant he gave a shit about what Ash thought of him. That was a good thing. "See you later," he said, once Ichabod was out of the left, and dropped his pointing finger in order to prod the button for his floor. Just before the door slid closed, he showed Ichabod his waggling tongue, and then the elevator was moving him up and away.