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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 15, 2009 21:52:08 GMT -5
Markise looked back at Ariel, wrinkling his nose in disgust. "Those things'll kill you if whoring doesn't," he said, maybe a bit more bitterly than he realized. It felt like a personal failure to see Ariel like this. If he hadn't dragged him out to the club, he might have kept him. Just a little longer. Maybe Ariel would just be promiscuous, and not a prostitute.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 15, 2009 21:56:20 GMT -5
"Everybody dies," Ariel said dismissively. "Might as well do it doing something you enjoy, right?" He found the thin box of his cigs and the small box of matches he kept and palmed them. He stood from his stool but didn't leave just yet, wondering if Markise would have anything to say, but he felt jittery already, so he spoke. "Maybe I'll see you around," he said, though he knew it would be a guarantee.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 15, 2009 22:02:53 GMT -5
"Maybe," Markise said, looking up at Ariel. He felt like he was losing him again, and he'd had enough to drink now that he couldn't begin to mask his emotions, something he had trouble with sober. So he looked away instead. Maybe this would be good for him, seeing Ariel once in a while through the crowd. Maybe he could finally get over him instead of just pretending he had.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 15, 2009 22:09:28 GMT -5
I was half in love with you. Ariel's eyes hardened and he shook his head. He would see Markise, especially if Markise kept drinking like he had been. He didn't plan on doing anything, but he didn't plan on leaving a drunk Markise to the crowd, either. Ariel shook his head again and went to find that little back room with the big windows he had found last time.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 15, 2009 22:22:17 GMT -5
Markise intended to get completely plastered now that Ariel wasn't around. He pushed away his unfinished drink, queasy with the knowledge of what had paid for it, and turned his attention back down the bar. Before long, he'd finished his fifth for the night and was heading back to the dance floor with some guy he forgot as soon as they'd parted.
He went to find Robbie immediately after that, and found him at a table off to the side with a couple of the other guys. He teased and laughed with Robbie a little and shared his drink, then asked, perhaps a bit loudly, if Robbie would save him if he decided to go table-dancing. Some more laughter and Markise was being helped up onto a chair, and from there to the table. He wasn't thinking much anymore, if anything, but if he had been, there would have been a definite f~ you, Ariel.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 15, 2009 22:34:43 GMT -5
It wasn't hard to find Markise up on the table, and Ariel had a rather uncomfortable flashback to the first time he had come to the club, and his reaction wasn't much different. Instead of going up close to Markise, he stayed away, leaning against a column with his arms crossed as he glared at Markise up there dancing. He didn't like where it was going, but as far as he could tell, nothing was happening to Markise.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 15, 2009 22:47:16 GMT -5
Markise hadn't been drunk the last time he'd tried this, but he definitely was now. His natural grace still showed in his exaggerated movements, and he still drew interested onlookers. True to his word the redhead stayed at the front of the crowd, and when it approached getting too rowdy for security to ignore, Markise was pulled down.
He laughed as Robbie flattered him, reminding him he had a boyfriend now, then mentioning in the same breath how hot it was in the club. Robbie, true to form, made some teasing suggestions and Markise turned him down, only to agree they should go find someplace cooler, just for a while. With Robbie's arm around him to keep him steady, they headed away from the open areas of the club.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 15, 2009 22:57:33 GMT -5
Ariel's eyes narrowed when he saw Markise head off with the redhead and he pushed himself off of the column to follow only to be stopped halfway across the floor by a tall, broad shouldered man. He tried to excuse himself, but was caught up by a hand and a whispered suggestion. His eyes closed, surely Markise couldn't get into too much trouble during one song.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 15, 2009 23:35:35 GMT -5
Markise was in more trouble than even Ariel knew. Of course, he didn't realize it either. Robbie was a party friend, not a threat as far as he was concerned. They danced and teased, sometimes Robbie would buy him a drink or share his own. He wasn't pushy or overprotective. It just was what it was.
Markise found himself in a room he'd never seen before, and he blinked as he tried to register what it was. "It's dark in here, are we goin' outside?"
"No, Angel, we can cool off here." The door shut behind them, and Markise laughed at the sudden tease of Robbie's hands.
"Hey, I didn't say you could do that," Markise chuckled.
"I'm just playing. You want to cool off, don't you?"
"I'm not cooling off like that," Markise replied.
"Here, let's take this off, then."
Markise laughed and batted Robbie's hands away. "Nuh-uh," he said, grinning to hear Robbie laughing, too. "Hey, no kissing, I tole you, boy friend. Robbie, stop, c'mon."
"I'm as pissed as you are Angel, it won't matter in the morning. Even if I knew the bloke I wouldn't tell him."
Markise wasn't in any condition to put up much of a fight, or even much of an argument, but he tried, and at the least he was slowing Robbie down. He had to figure out Markise wasn't playing sooner or later, right?
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 16, 2009 0:01:16 GMT -5
Ariel had almost forgotten about Markise while dancing with the tall guy, but once the song died down and another one started something clicked in his mind. He blinked a few times and then politely excused himself from the man, promising to find him later if he could and if not, then the man could hunt him down on the next Friday. He looked around, but couldn't find the guy with the hair anywhere in the crowd, not surprising, but a redhead and a guy with Markise's hair should have been easy to find.
Ariel knew all of the little places in the club and started checking, finding most of them ajar or locked firmly. He knew he could go back to the locked ones if he needed to, so when he found one closed but not locked, he didn't hesitate to go in. Unsurprisingly, there he found Markise in a situation.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 16, 2009 0:22:53 GMT -5
Markise's arms were trapped now, his own fault, really. He'd brought them up in front of him to push at Robbie's chest and they'd been pinned there when the taller guy wrapped an arm snugly around him. He turned his head away, but all that accomplished was giving up access to his neck, where Robbie started doing things that might have been nice if he'd actually agreed to this.
Markise wasn't shouting, wasn't swearing, but he was protesting, sure that Robbie just didn't understand. He'd given up on the boyfriend line, but he was shifting a bit, repeating in increasingly desperate tones that he wasn't playing anymore, that he wanted to go back to the club.
Robbie very obviously wasn't listening, and Markise gasped as the liberties that were already being taken went too far. "Stoppit!" Neither of them was in enough of their right mind to notice Ariel, at least not yet.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 16, 2009 13:53:09 GMT -5
Ariel closed the door behind him and crossed his arms. "I believe that he said stop," he said, loudly enough to be heard. "So I suggest you let him go." He would go after the guy, Robbie, if he needed to, but he hoped that he would just let Markise go and leave. It was a wish he knew probably wouldn't happen, but he also really didn't want to get into a fight. He wasn't going to let anything happen to Markise, either.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 16, 2009 14:14:45 GMT -5
Markise's eyes opened at the sound of that very familiar voice. For a moment there was no movement and no sound, then the silence was broken by Robbie's voice.
"Sod off, you don't know what you're on about."
Markise squirmed as that hand picked up where it had let off. "Robbie please, don't..."
"You've been arching for it all night, Angel, tell him," Robbie mumbled against his neck.
"Ariel, don't hurt him, just..." Markise let out a squeak. "Get him off!"
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 16, 2009 14:24:25 GMT -5
"Get off, or I'll pull you off," Ariel said, narrowing his eyes at the guy's back and stepping up close to him. One more chance, and then he would do something physical, whether he really cared to get into any kind of fight or not. He knew how to fight, even if the guy was stronger than he was; Ariel had grown up with his brother and his brother's friends wrestling all the time.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 16, 2009 15:01:51 GMT -5
As drunk as he was, Robbie wasn't in any condition to fight. Not that he realized it. Ariel had managed to get that hand to stop, though; Robbie was having enough trouble concentrating on one thing without multi-tasking. He kept that one strong arm around Markise, but the other dropped as he shifted to look at the guy bothering him.
"Listen, I'm on the job here. Now belt up and f~ off."
Markise wriggled, trying to get one of his arms free. This wasn't good, not at all. He was afraid to say anything, though. He didn't want Ariel to get angry, it was all a misunderstanding.
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