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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 15, 2009 18:37:49 GMT -5
Ariel glanced over at Markise, then took another drink. "I've seen that one guy once," he said. He had never done anything before, but he had seen him once in a club, and he was hard to forget. Ariel couldn't help glancing around the club for people that knew who he was, or for potentials that he was missing out on. It was hard to just ignore when he knew he could be making money, but he was with Markise. "So you meet up with them a lot?"
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 15, 2009 18:48:41 GMT -5
Markise didn't bother asking who that one guy was. It reminded him that he'd just barely finished dancing with Robbie, who wasn't hard to identify, when Ariel had found him. He was sidetracked from responding by the near-constant flicker of Ariel's gaze out into the club. They were definitely over. Not that he'd had any thought, even subconsciously, of ever wanting Ariel back. Ever.
"Every Friday night," Markise answered, forcing himself back to the conversation. He hated watching Ariel look at the crowd like that. He took another bracing drink, finishing it off. "Don't bother asking them about me," he said, looking down into his glass again. "They don't know my real name. And don't tell them, I'm in cog neat-o," he added, slowing the word so he didn't stumble over it. Maybe he'd drunk this one a little faster than he should have. He gestured for the bartender to bring him another. If Ariel wanted him to stick around, he could buy him a couple drinks.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 15, 2009 19:52:40 GMT -5
Ariel nodded at Markise, then toward the bartender to say it was okay to give Markise another. He wasn't worried about Markise being too much to take care of, he had dealt with it before and he could do it again. "I won't tell them if you won't tell them mine," he said. He had a few names he gave, not that it mattered, the guys got what they wanted and he got what he wanted, names didn't matter much.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 15, 2009 20:02:41 GMT -5
Markise took his new drink, his lips pressing tight for just a moment before he spoke. "Stay away from Robbie--the guy with the hair," he corrected himself, a moment too late. "Anyway leave him alone and I won't say anything." Ariel wasn't really Robbie's type, but Markise figured he might as well say it. He had a game going with Robbie, and he didn't want Ariel f~ing it up.
He took a sip of his drink and looked aside at Ariel again. "So what should I call you? Or should I not call you something?" Markise was glad for the haze the alcohol was giving him. He'd have had a hard time looking at Ariel otherwise.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 15, 2009 20:08:16 GMT -5
Ariel had never planned on attempting anything with the guy Markise had been dancing with, purely because he had been dancing with Markise, but he nodded and agreed anyway. "I really don't care what you call me, as long as it's not my name." His eyes hovered just over Markise's shoulder and then he jerked them away, a small smirk attempting to pull up one corner of his lips. If only that dark haired boy knew that the brunette he was dancing with had been with Ariel a few weeks before. "And you?" he asked, pulling his eyes back to Markise.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 15, 2009 20:19:01 GMT -5
Markise was highly annoyed at all the attention Ariel was spreading around. No, they weren't together, but he'd stupidly thought that he could hold his attention for a little while. "Angel," he said, unable to even attempt hiding his annoyance. "I got it a few times and desi--F~--I like it so I went with it," he finished. He was at that uncomfortable place where he could still hear himself. Markise took another drink.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 15, 2009 20:29:40 GMT -5
Ariel caught the annoyance easily and told himself that he needed to at least attempt to concentrate on Markise. It was proving harder than expected, though, now that he knew that there wasn't a chance of anything happening, especially since he knew that he wouldn't do anything if Markise was drunk. "It fits you, I can see why you'd take it."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 15, 2009 20:38:01 GMT -5
Markise silently cursed both Ariel and himself at the wash of heat spreading in his veins. Lucky for him he was too far gone to know or care if he was blushing, though. "Thanks," he managed. It was so weird hearing Ariel compliment him.
Markise started wracking his hazy mind for something else they could talk about, something besides him, at least. It was hard to do though, so he just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "So are you still a whore?" Markise heard himself and waved one hand as though to brush off the question. Then he distracted himself in his rapidly emptying glass.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 15, 2009 20:43:55 GMT -5
Ariel snorted and took a drink from his half-empty glass. "If that's what you want to call it," he said, looking over at Markise. "Want to say something about it?" He wasn't proud of it, nor was he ashamed of it. It just was. He had fun most of the time and he made money, that was all there was to it. There was no point in hiding it from Markise.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 15, 2009 20:52:18 GMT -5
Markise wrinkled his nose in disgust. "As long as you're not f~ing me I don't care," he said, then took another long drink. They weren't f~ing, and they weren't going to f~, so he didn't see how it really mattered. It was still really, really gross, though. "It'd serve you right if you got gonnor... go... the clap or something." Ew, maybe he had it now.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 15, 2009 21:00:39 GMT -5
Ariel rolled his eyes and shook his head, "I'm not an idiot, Angel. I stay safe." He refused to do anything without some kind of protection, unless the person had believable proof that he didn't need it, and he got tested regularly, he knew he was safe. "I won't get anything," he said, though he had thought about it multiple times, which usually led to getting tested, even if he hadn't done anything.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 15, 2009 21:10:52 GMT -5
Markise looked aside at Ariel, not at all sure he liked hearing his club name from the bastard. At the moment he hoped Ariel would get something, just to knock some of the righteous smugness out of him. Markise sipped his drink again.
"I don't wanna talk about that anymore," he said firmly. "I don't wanna know who you're f~ing." Probably anything that held still long enough, a very unpleasant thought. At least he'd told Ariel to leave Robbie alone.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 15, 2009 21:22:40 GMT -5
"I wouldn't tell you if you asked me," Ariel said, shrugging, though Markise should have been able to figure out something. He wouldn't be getting underage drinks if he wasn't doing something. "Besides, you brought it up, if I remember correctly." Markise had asked if he was still doing it, Ariel hadn't brought it up and hadn't intended to do so.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 15, 2009 21:33:15 GMT -5
Markise tried pouting at Ariel, but ended up sticking his tongue out at him. It made him feel at least a little better to do so. He looked down at his drink, debating just pushing it away since it was bought with Ariel's dirty whore-money, but decided he might as well just finish it off so he could escape. Maybe if he looked miserable enough someone else would send him a drink.
Not that he needed another drink, but it didn't really matter as long as he could make it back to Diagon Alley. No, no he couldn't go see Mano again, dammit. Markise started scouting the bar for someone who might save him, since he didn't have the balls to just walk away from Ariel. Not when he still wanted him.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 15, 2009 21:46:01 GMT -5
Ariel sighed and resisted running a hand through his hair, if only to keep Markise from seeing how bad his eyes looked. He finished the last third of his drink and sighed, then rubbed the back of his neck. "I need a cig," he said, closing his eyes before he started digging in his pockets. He didn't particularly care what Markise would think of him for it, but he had gotten all but hooked on the little black sticks the past few weeks.
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