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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 12, 2010 15:38:41 GMT -5
"Emilian," Emilian said, taking the handshake. He didn't answer immediately, but when was the last time he had gone out? It had to have been years. He should really go home...but what was the point? It was too easy to convince Adara of anything and he wouldn't be doing anything wrong, just going and having a few. "Might as well."
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 12, 2010 17:35:36 GMT -5
Robbie gave a broad smile. "Smashing," he said. "I'll chivvy that old hag on, and we'll be off." He rounded the bar and stooped, speaking low to the hag as his hand touched lightly on her shoulder. She was probably drunk, but no reason to make her brick it. He got her out the door with a few light pushes, then turned back to grab her plate. "Just got to get this," he said.
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chivvy on - hurry someone along with something
bricking it - sh~ scared
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 12, 2010 17:57:16 GMT -5
Emilian turned in his spot at the bar to watch the guy, whose name he had forgotten to ask, and get a better look at him as he thought absently about just how much he could get away with without feeling that insane need to tell Adara about everything. "And your name? Or are you just 'the strange redhead'?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 12, 2010 18:17:48 GMT -5
"Hardly met and you're taking the Mickey already?" Robbie teased. He arched an eyebrow right back at the guy. "It's Robbie, mate, but I'll answer to Sexy Bastard and Oi! You with the twink on each arm!" He grinned, then turned to wash the hag's plate by hand. "And you? What are you into?"
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taking the Micky - Taking the Mickey Bliss - taking the piss out of - making fun of
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 12, 2010 18:33:53 GMT -5
Halfway through parting his lips to answer Emilian realized that there was no point giving the illusion he really had much of a preference. So he shrugged and instead answered, "Just about anything. Well, anyone. I'm not picky. As long as I'm in control, I'm happy." His mind took the image of Robbie with a twink on each arm and ran with it, bringing a glint to his eyes.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 12, 2010 19:21:24 GMT -5
"Right on," Robbie said, grinning. "Got a couple clubs I go to. One's got everything, blokes lookin' to pull and birds out with their mates for sh~s and grins. It's a Muggle place, but the craic is great. Other's a bit posh, can't get in unless you're Pureblood or with someone who is. No girls, but plenty to play with." He wouldn't get in with his work clothes on, but that could be fixed.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 12, 2010 19:47:50 GMT -5
"I could get you in about anywhere," Emilian said. "But I don't know that I'd mind a muggle place for once." Besides, it would be one less complication. It was highly doubtful that anyone that knew him or Adara would see him, but it was always a possibility and he didn't want to take the chance of someone finding out. Even if this was a completely innocent venture.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 12, 2010 20:17:03 GMT -5
"Popstarz it is, then," Robbie said. He dried the plate on the same questionable-looking rag he'd been wiping the glasses off with, then put it away with a clink of ceramics. "Top off before we go?" he asked, turning back to the guy. "Usually have a swift half myself first, saves dosh at the bars." He poured himself a bit more vodka before raising the bottle a bit in gesture.
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dosh - money
swift half - a half pint of beer, had swiftly before departing.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 12, 2010 21:27:02 GMT -5
Emilian nodded and accepted a refill. "I'd rather get it all over here than deal with it at a club. Next thing you know some big leather bear is asking you to a back room." He shook his head and downed the drink. Out in the main areas were much better, they were much easier to control than standing up lounging at the bar.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 12, 2010 21:41:44 GMT -5
Robbie laughed at that. "Not much into bears myself," he said, refilling both their drinks again. "I favor the little blokes, ones that could be birds but for the John Thomas, if you get my meaning. Now and then one what's both is a change, you'll find those as well." Robbie gave a conspiratorial wink, then took a drink. The evening was looking up.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 12, 2010 22:06:15 GMT -5
"The little ones are perfect, oh and if they're new, all the better," Emilian said. He grinned and shook his head, then raised for a toast to the type. It was great having that power over someone. Experienced partners were fun, but an inexperienced one led to so many opportunities. This time he only took a sip of his drink, figuring it best to make this one last more than a couple of minutes.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 12, 2010 22:40:54 GMT -5
"Cheers," Robbie said, and took a drink. "Diagon Alley is bloody short on those," he said. "Though last time I went to that posh club I went home with two. Gave 'em a bit of how's your father and taught one a thing or two. The other had been around, he knew the rules." Better get dressed, love. Cab will be here soon.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 12, 2010 22:55:26 GMT -5
"Good work," Emilian said, nodding approvingly. "The one good thing about living over in Hogsmeade is getting to see the barely-legals that come through. There's one I see out my windows about every day, I don't think he qualifies as a barely-legal still, but he's pretty enough to be one." Not that he would ever have a chance of taking Markise to bed.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 12, 2010 23:11:09 GMT -5
Robbie nodded back over his drink. "I've a friend that's slipped free too many times to count. Lovely thing he is, massive tease as well, but stuck on this Aussie bloke. Bloody shame he's off the market. Almost had him. Lives in Hogsmeade, actually. You know Angel?" he asked. If he'd ever heard the name Markise, it certainly hadn't registered.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 12, 2010 23:27:07 GMT -5
Emilian raised an eyebrow at the name that followed the description. "The one I see out my windows lives in Hogsmeade and is stuck on an Aussie, but his name's Markise." He had never heard the name angel, but really, how many gay beauties with Australian lovers could there be in Hogsmeade? It wasn't exactly a huge town, it barely qualified as a village.
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