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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 11, 2009 18:57:15 GMT -5
Michael put the book he was holding back on the shelf and then looked around, bringing his hand up to run it lightly along Dare's side in a silent appreciation for the kiss. Then his eyes were caught by another section of books and he pulled away to see. There, as though it had been waiting on him to show up, was a book about planning a wedding for gay men, right beside of one for women. He reached up and pulled down the large book. "This, definitely," he said, then flipped it open to a random page, which included pictures and buying information for cake toppers.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 11, 2009 19:10:34 GMT -5
Dare's brows rose, the interest in his eyes shifting when he realized what the book was. "Definitely," he agreed. It was so far beyond the little wedding planner they already had that there was no comparison. "I guess we don't have to worry about who's wearing the dress anymore," he teased.
When was the last time he'd really looked forward to the end of June? It had felt like a looming deadline, one that he shouldn't be participating in. One he was entirely wrong for, no matter how much he loved Michael. He'd been happy that weekend not too long ago and the days after, but he hadn't done much thinking ahead. Both arms wrapped around Michael now, that paperback book still caught in Dare's left hand.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 11, 2009 19:18:33 GMT -5
Michael grinned and tucked the book under his arm. "Maybe I'll make you wear one anyway," he teased back. Then he couldn't help but feel as though someone was watching them, so he looked up around the shop, "Let's see what else they have." The club could wait. He didn't even spare a thought for the fact that they would have to find somewhere to put whatever they got while dancing.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 11, 2009 19:23:26 GMT -5
Dare nodded, though as they moved on, he grinned at Michael's persistence. "If I wore a dress, I'd have to shave, wouldn't I?" he teased. His father would die of mortification on the spot. Silver would have a premature heart attack. Markise... Dare shook his head and glanced down at the book in his hand. His mouth curved back into its crooked grin.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 11, 2009 19:27:47 GMT -5
Michael nodded and grinned over at Dare. "Well of course, I mean, we can't have a hairy bride," he said. He didn't even begin to think that Dare would actually wear one, but it was a good, fun idea to play around with. His eyes turned to scan over the various things out on display. How in the world had they managed to miss this place?
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 11, 2009 19:45:00 GMT -5
The farther back into the store they got, the more unusual the contents seemed to get. Dare wanted to stop for everything, and they took a trip down an aisle that could be best described as a giant rainbow. There was another aisle with some things he wasn't entirely sure of the use for. At least, not without further inspection. The body glitter gave him pause, though. It brought back some memories and for a moment he was silent before throwing the thought off. He leaned in toward Michael instead and whispered a suggestion that involved the shimmering substance.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 11, 2009 20:00:26 GMT -5
Michael grinned and turned his eyes away and they lit on the beaded corner of the shop. He tilted his head for a moment, wondering what could be behind it, since the employees only sign was over a door in the opposite corner. But he brought his eyes back after a moment only to see a rather interesting little book that was labeled a postcard book. On the front was a man in little more than a piece of cloth. His eyebrow raised and he turned his eyes away again.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 11, 2009 20:16:56 GMT -5
Dare nearly grabbed the glitter, but told himself firmly that he didn't need to spend everything in his wallet in one shot. He could find out Michael's clubbing-outfit boundaries some other time. As interested as he was in seeing everything, he might not have noticed Michael's glance toward that back room. However, it wasn't the first such glance, and so he tore himself away from a box of Christmas cards he could never give anybody and gestured toward the beaded doorway with a nod of his head. "You want to try?" he asked. He'd been to a Weasley's Wizard Wheezes once that had a curtained back room with defense items in it, so he wondered the same thing Michael did; with everything that was out on the floor, what would be kept back there?
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 11, 2009 20:24:29 GMT -5
Michael glanced up at Dare again and then back toward the beads. What could be back there. He thought for a second, then looked back at Dare and nodded. "Why not, we have plenty of time." But he waited for Dare to lead the way. He was curious, but he also wasn't exactly sure they were supposed to go back there, and if they were, what was worthy of being hidden?
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 11, 2009 20:32:49 GMT -5
Dare nodded, then headed for the beaded doorway, taking his time as though they might slip in without anyone noticing. At the last moment, he looked back at the counter to find the man there looking at him, and he might have had a moment's consideration if it hadn't been for the completely... normal smile on the man's face. He flashed a much more hesitant smile, then turned back to the beaded entrance and the sign beside it that declared Ages 18 and up only. Well, he was close enough, and he was with Michael. Besides, he was legal in the wizarding world, right? The beads clicked as he pushed them aside, stepping through. He was fully inside before he realized why that sign had likely been posted. His mouth was suddenly dry.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 11, 2009 20:43:33 GMT -5
Michael had opened his mouth to wonder aloud why the sign said Ages 18 and up only when the beads clinked back together behind them. It wasn't hard to figure out what the room was for, but that didn't make it any less of a shock. Even with the realization of what some of the things were, many more were just mysteries. "Dare..." Michael said softly, though his eyes were everywhere but on his partner. His feet felt frozen to the spot.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 11, 2009 20:50:19 GMT -5
"Uh-huh?" Dare returned, as though any part of him really thought Michael would ask an intelligible question. His eyes scanned the room, but there really wasn't much to say until the shock tempered down. "Um, do you think, like... this is the kind of place Emilian gets..." Dare paused to think, but couldn't seem to say it directly. "You know," he managed. He just couldn't see Emilian in a place like this... wait, no, he could and it was horribly disturbing.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 11, 2009 20:59:18 GMT -5
Michael gave Dare a horrified glance and then shook his head and wrinkled his nose. "I always thought it had to be ordered!" he said, though the different colored bottles his eyes caught on was proof that those things could be bought in a store. He stepped over to the shelf and picked up one of them. "Strawberry?" he read, then raised an eyebrow up at Dare. "And that one says chocolate."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 11, 2009 21:09:37 GMT -5
Dare blinked, struck momentarily dumb at the sight of what Michael had just willingly picked up. A matter of months ago, Michael had difficulty with anything that had anything to do with sex or sex-like behavior. And now... Dare inhaled sharply, then moved, stopping beside at Michael's side to look. First he looked at the bottles, then Michael, then the bottles again. He wondered if they had cherry...
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 11, 2009 21:19:45 GMT -5
Michael tilted his head and then set the bottle down, his eyes drawn upward and then over. He didn't know what pulled him on other than some strange morbid curiosity. His hand came up lightly to Dare's back, then he started down the wall, eyes upward in that same strange fascination. Maybe it was just because it hadn't truly sunk in, or the fact that he kept expecting it to turn out to just be a large, very lifelike painting.
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