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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 12, 2010 23:46:54 GMT -5
"Yeah, that's it," Robbie said, the name sparking his memory. "Known him as Angel so long I reckon I'd forgot it's a club name. Tidy bloke he is, and snogs like a devil." Angel certainly knew how to use his mouth, and tidy was certainly the word. It put him in mind of dusting and hoovering, though not the kind one's mum did to prepare for company.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 13, 2010 18:36:21 GMT -5
"I bet he does," Emilian mused. "I never had the opportunity, myself." Not that he would turn it down if he ever had the chance. When had he moved on to thinking that? And why didn't he feel bad about it? Well, not too bad, anyway. It was all hypothetical. "He wasn't with the aussie when I met him, I don't think, but I was...preoccupied." He doubted he could have gotten Markise away from the group, anyway.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 13, 2010 18:44:53 GMT -5
"Really?" Robbie asked. "If that's it, then he wasn't drunk enough." Angel was a hell of a lot of fun, and those odd times he'd come in with his mind elsewhere, a bevvy or two had him right again. "Danced with him not long ago. Reckon he forgot his Aussie bloke as soon as the blighter was out of sight. Was his mate and another I took home that night. Angel always seems to slip the line somehow."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 13, 2010 18:49:29 GMT -5
Emilian shrugged and took another sip from his drink. His blood was buzzing now. "Maybe I'll get a chance sometime...who was the guy?" he asked, looking up. He sometimes missed being allowed on school grounds, if only to see all the new eye candy that was becoming available. "I don't know many people Markise knows." No, they had all been at Michael's the one time.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 13, 2010 18:55:26 GMT -5
Robbie's brows drew together as he tried to think back. He'd been quite smashed that night. "He was either a blond or a brunette," he said. "I had one of each." He shrugged, then took a drink before going on. "Not that it matters. The little twink didn't like being put out after, even when I paid cab fare." He remembered that much. "I'd know him if I saw him."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 13, 2010 19:21:53 GMT -5
"Some people just don't understand, at least he didn't try to make a date or something," Emilian reasoned as he finished his drink and gesturing for another. "That would have been worse than him feeling insulted or whatever." It could have been so much worse. Thankfully, Emilian hadn't had to deal with anything like...oh wait. That damned blonde. He needed to down another drink thinking about her.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 13, 2010 19:28:56 GMT -5
Robbie poured generous helpings into both their glasses, then took a sip of his own before speaking. "I get rid of those all right," he said. "Just have to be sure they don't nick something on the way out if you piss 'em off." Not that a wizard had any use to his telly's controller, but it made changing the station more work.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 13, 2010 21:27:31 GMT -5
"They wouldn't make it out the door with anything of mine," Emilian noted. With the spells he had in place nothing would leave his shop unless he agreed to it. "Although, there are perks to not being confined to a bed." He had never understood some people's insisting on interacting only in the bedroom.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 13, 2010 22:06:21 GMT -5
Robbie laughed at that. "Bed's easier for three, is all," he said. "Nowt like a quick shag, wherever it is." He'd have taken Angel home if he could've, but after all the work he'd put in, one good rogering wouldn't be enough. "This counter here's a bit high, but the tables there," he went on, gesturing with his glass, "specially that one, it's sturdier than the rest." He went on to describe something he'd quite enjoy doing to Angel on that table, then splashed some more of the bottle's rapidly depleting contents into his glass.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 13, 2010 22:54:25 GMT -5
Emilian rather liked Robbie's ideas for Markise and nodded his approval of the actions. And of course, he toasted to them, too. "The things I would do to him," he said, shaking his head and grinning. "Oh...I haven't been with a guy in years." And he hadn't missed it more than now. Well, except maybe a couple of times with that bastard Brandis, but that was beside the point.
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 13, 2010 23:39:06 GMT -5
"Years?," Robbie echoed in disbelief. "And your todger's not gone wonky? Gone to the birds, has it?" Robbie liked girls well enough, but he couldn't imagine keeping away from blokes for weeks, let alone years. "You're getting a leg over tonight. We'll go sharking and you'll bloody pull. You're fit enough."
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wonky - shaky or unstable
bird - girl
fit - attractive
the other stuff - 'seeking a romantic partner'
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 13, 2010 23:53:16 GMT -5
The more drinks Emilian had, the less rational it sounded to abstain when they went out. Still, it was hard to get it completely out of his mind. He groaned and finished his drink. "I can't," he said. "I have a girl at home. But I'm so..." he trailed off to stare at his glass, then reached over and filled it up himself. "So...bored. Oh it feels good to say that."
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 14, 2010 0:15:24 GMT -5
"The same girl? For years?" Robbie repeated. "You leg-shackled to the bint?" He knew people did it, but hadn't gotten the air of a married man off the bloke. He'd be bored too, stuck to one person of either gender for years. "I've given monogamy a good try now and then, but it always gives over. Ol' Robbie's not a bit into settling."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 14, 2010 0:25:23 GMT -5
"I know," Emilian said. "But she's gorgeous and she'd never even been kissed and she had me. And her father has a castle in Germany and she's so gorgeous. She'll do anything I want her to do. But I haven't been with anyone else in almost three years and it's driving me insane!" And why was he telling this to this guy he had just met? Well, the near-empty bottle probably had something to do with that. "I miss the chase."
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Post by Robbie Falconer on Oct 14, 2010 0:35:06 GMT -5
"Ever pulled a third in?" Robbie asked, surprised to find the bottle empty now, though their glasses were filled again. "If she's that tidy and that bloody open, why not? Hell, I'd like to meet the bird." He dropped the empty bottle in the nearest rubbish bin and turned to the cupboards to find another. He wasn't ready to leave yet, not when they were still rabbiting.
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rabbiting - rabbit and pork - talk
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