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Post by Mano Berwyn on Jun 1, 2010 0:18:42 GMT -5
"If I wanted to prove something to you," Mano said, ignoring whatever it was the guy had mumbled. "I would simply show you." It was a quick trip to the back and up the stairs. He didn't have anything planned, hadn't really thought of it, but if he really wanted to he could certainly prove this guy's impression of him wrong.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 1, 2010 11:41:11 GMT -5
"Then f~ing show me," Lyric said, "because I'm tired of listening." He was tired of arguing and pissed that his good mood had been ruined. He'd come in for coffee and he'd been told to spew out his secrets by a total stranger who had then declared that he wasn't scared, as though Lyric had tried to scare him. He'd been told, though not in so many words, that he was a nothing kid. Like he didn't know. Where was his damn coffee? No matter that it took a few minutes to make a good caffè macchiato, he wanted out of here and wouldn't leave without it.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Jun 1, 2010 15:36:41 GMT -5
Mano raised his eyes and gave a smirk before finishing up with the register. He was more than willing to show this guy some things. "We'll see," he said, letting himself do a slow once-over of the guy before finding his eyes again. He had ideas, but without finding out for sure about the guy, he couldn't say anything. But then, the places he had gone, the people he had seen, the guys like him seemed to be trying too hard, and a lot of the time were very...open.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 1, 2010 15:46:51 GMT -5
There was no mistaking the look this time. Straight men did not look at each other like that, and though part of him wanted to hide from it or turn away, leave both his money and his coffee rather than face memories, part of him wished he had some manufactured courage in his veins. He didn't give a verbal reply, torn between bringing back the conversation, however unpleasant it had been, and shying away. He looked at the man curiously, but cautiously, and because a quick glance showed that no one was watching, he gave himself the guilty pleasure of thoughts he could hide from himself later.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Jun 1, 2010 19:07:59 GMT -5
No, straight men did not look at each other like that. But most straight men would ignore it, even if they felt just a little uncomfortable at times. He raised an eyebrow as he reached out to hand back the guy's change. With the last reaction, merely a curious look rather than being ignored, he was willing to try for something else. It wasn't much, but a little hand contact was so telling...
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 1, 2010 19:49:58 GMT -5
Lyric pulled his hand back as though he had been burned and inhaled a sharp breath. He'd been distracted and hadn't expected that light, ticklish touch. It was too much when he was already hyper-aware and worked up from conversation bordering on argument. He'd gotten his change somehow, but it was with slightly shaking hands that he dumped it into his coin pouch and pulled the top closed.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Jun 1, 2010 20:34:35 GMT -5
"A little jittery, are we?" Mano asked. "Sure you want coffee? You don't want something more...mellow?" He had plenty of stuff back in his apartment that would help calm even the worst nerves. "No matter how much I love my coffee, a nice glass of wine or splash of vodka is much better at the end of the day." It was much better for calming down than coffee.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 1, 2010 20:39:10 GMT -5
"I'm fine," Lyric claimed. He threw a hard look at the man, but only for a moment before his gaze flickered away. "I don't like being touched." The last was more for himself, but he knew it was loud enough to be heard. Maybe the guy would leave him alone now. It was why Jory had left and somehow it was probably why Jamie had left, too. He didn't like being touched, and it wasn't normal, it was just another thing that set him apart from everyone else and made him a freak.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Jun 1, 2010 20:58:39 GMT -5
"That's alright," Mano said, "I'm just offering a drink and a comfortable seat." And if something else happened, all the better. If not, he was patient, he could wait. He hadn't gotten Markise at the first meeting, but it had been well worth the wait, and it hadn't been a long one, anyway. He watched the guy for a few moments, more interested than he had originally been.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 1, 2010 21:08:31 GMT -5
Lyric had no doubt where that comfortable seat would be if he let it, and his eyes as they found the man were distantly appraising. He looked so boring, with his nice clothes and his fancy haircut, and the way he talked only made it worse. "I'm more than you can handle," Lyric said, the words fueled by bravado, no matter how true they were.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Jun 1, 2010 21:38:50 GMT -5
Mano leaned against the counter again and smiled. "I think you're underestimating me," he said, raising an eyebrow again. "Why don't you give me a shot?" He had been around a lot, been through a lot, seen a lot, heard a lot. There wasn't much that would be too much for him. There was plenty for them to talk about, for him to work on this. Plenty to prove.
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Post by Trent Frey on Jun 1, 2010 21:51:32 GMT -5
Lyric's eyes narrowed slightly, but what did he have to lose? Nothing. If the guy was half as worldly as he seemed to think, he wouldn't mind if Lyric took a little something to loosen up first. It could end up better than the one-man party he'd planned. "If you f~ with my bag you'll f~ing regret it," he said, giving the guy another hard look. Then he gave a sharp nod of his head as though they'd just agreed on a price for an eight ball. "Where to?"
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Post by Mano Berwyn on Jun 1, 2010 22:30:43 GMT -5
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