|
|
Post by Trent Frey on Sept 6, 2012 18:54:10 GMT -5
Lyric was dressed as usual, in black leather trousers with a thin, long-sleeved grey shirt. The sleeves were pushed up to show his tattoo, and his hair was as wild as ever. He had fingerless leather gloves and some sturdy steel jewelry, thick black eyeliner, and an attitude that was ready to go.
His trench was slung over one arm, but it was still warm enough not to need it. Still, though he'd told himself he'd be back in Hogsmeade before dark, he hadn't been able to resist bringing it anyway. It might get cold. Or he might just want to look like business, depending on whether he really did go home tonight.
Unfortunately, his damn cat knew him too well to just let him go. There had been a couple nips and a few scratches before he'd picked the beast up and taken him along. It was let Shadow do his job, or pay for it for days when the cat got suspicious.
Shadow had trotted along like nothing, and took up residence outside the ice cream shop like a gargoyle. Not that the cat really knew where they were. For all it knew, he could be picking up some rigs and a weekend fix. He wouldn't be surprised to see the cat peering through the window at him.
He walked into the shop without any real intention of buying anything, and scanned the room. He hadn't known what he expected, but it was neither a den of whips and sin, nor a box of cartoon cones with smiley faces.
|
|
|
|
Post by Matthew Moreau on Sept 6, 2012 19:03:46 GMT -5
Rhys was upstairs doing who knew what, the man had so many things to do recently that it seemed like he never stopped moving, and Matthew was behind the counter, chatting with the girl he'd hired. That had been a wonderful day, to have enough money to hire someone else to deal with the crap. He glanced up upon hearing the door open and he raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Hey, Trent, what's up?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Trent Frey on Sept 6, 2012 19:33:24 GMT -5
Lyric gave the girl a look, then turned his gaze back to Matthew. "Personal business," he replied. "Someone else's." He was sure Keith wouldn't want him spreading around that they had anything more than the most basic acquaintance with each other, and he wasn't about to bring it up in front of someone else. He already knew he shouldn't be here in the first place, it wasn't his business.
"If you're busy, I'll wait."
|
|
|
|
Post by Matthew Moreau on Sept 6, 2012 19:39:00 GMT -5
"Nah, you're good," Matthew said. He gestured to the girl, then came out from behind the counter and headed toward a table on the other end of the shop. "What's going on?" It had to be about Keith, the two had left together the night before. What had happened? Maybe Keith was getting his head further up his arse.
|
|
|
|
Post by Trent Frey on Sept 6, 2012 19:44:25 GMT -5
Lyric eyed the girl a moment longer, then slung his trench over a chair. "Who's his bastard ex?" he asked. He pulled out another chair and turned it around, sitting to rest his arms against the back. That was most of what he wanted, a name and maybe a direction to find the guy. If he got a story out of it, all the better.
|
|
|
|
Post by Matthew Moreau on Sept 6, 2012 19:47:21 GMT -5
Matthew snorted and sat, "Skylar. And bastard's right. Barely covers it, I hate that man." Maybe he hadn't started out hating the guy, and maybe part of the hate was the fact that he'd been the one to urge Skylar to talk to Keith in the first place. He wrinkled his nose. "What do you want to know?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Trent Frey on Sept 6, 2012 19:51:49 GMT -5
"Just the name," Lyric said. "Maybe where I can find him." What he looked like. What, exactly, he'd done to Keith. It wouldn't do to lay all his cards on the table, though. "Keith won't talk about him, but said something about Lifestyle and called him bastard a few times." What? I don't know anything, I'm just curious. So spill it.
|
|
|
|
Post by Matthew Moreau on Sept 6, 2012 19:57:45 GMT -5
"Well, I don't know where the hell he lives now," Matthew said. He didn't think he would tell Trent, even if he did. "At least Keith's calling him a bastard now, that's a good thing. For a while I thought he still loved the arse. I mean, he seemed cool enough when they first got together, though I guess it is kind of weird for a guy that's been out of school for three years to be into someone just going into seventh year. Keith won't give me details about what went on when they were alone, but I know Skylar was a lot more hardcore into the lifestyle than any of us were."
|
|
|
|
Post by Trent Frey on Sept 6, 2012 20:00:26 GMT -5
Lyric nodded as though he cared. How the hell was he supposed to find some guy named Skylar if he didn't even know where to look? "So what'd the guy do to him? Bossed him around? Told him he was sh~ or something?" If they were lifestyle D/s, that was his best guess, and it'd definitely wear someone down.
|
|
|
|
Post by Matthew Moreau on Sept 6, 2012 20:05:26 GMT -5
"He was a manipulative, controlling bastard," Matthew said, disgust dripping from his words. "Keith was f~ing head over heels for him, let the man move in with him after a couple years once he got his first teaching job." Matthew leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table in front of him. "Then he f~ing cheated on Keith. For, like, months. Keith would come to me hurt and he'd stay at my place a night or two, then by the weekend he was back with Skylar."
|
|
|
|
Post by Trent Frey on Sept 6, 2012 20:21:26 GMT -5
Lyric's brows drew together, and his eyes darkened. So Keith had let this guy walk all over him for years, had a somewhat-relationship with Professor Stick-in-the-Ass Trace, and now Lyric was stuck in the friends-with-benefits zone, no matter how willingly and how well he gave whatever the hell the man needed.
"What's this guy look like? He's got to be hung like a hippogriff to be worth that kind of sh~." Lyric couldn't care any less what the guy's charms were. A physical description and the name Skylar would have to give him something to think about.
|
|
|
|
Post by Matthew Moreau on Sept 6, 2012 20:30:29 GMT -5
Matthew eyed Trent, then shifted in his seat. When he spoke, his voice was lowered. "Listen, the guy's a bastard, but I'm not going to give you information on going after him." It wasn't hard to guess what Trent might want to do, considering the dark look in his eyes and the fact he'd already asked where Skylar lived. "As much as I'd love to see the guy beaten to a pulp, it wouldn't be good for Keith no, wait. It wouldn't be good for the relationship Keith had with whoever did the beating." If you know what I mean.
|
|
|
|
Post by Trent Frey on Sept 6, 2012 20:34:20 GMT -5
Lyric narrowed his eyes, but only for a moment before looking away. Yes, he understood. "There's no relationship anyway," he said, the tone of his voice saying for him that he wished there were. But no, he didn't want a relationship, he knew what they did to people. They screwed everything up. He just wanted more of something, he didn't even know what. He wanted Keith to like him the way he liked Keith, or to be willing to talk about himself. Lyric liked his own distance, but something about theirs just didn't feel right.
|
|
|
|
Post by Matthew Moreau on Sept 6, 2012 20:39:17 GMT -5
"If you go beat the hell out of Skylar, you'll throw away any chance you have at a relationship with him," Matthew said. "I take it he's blocked himself off, that's what you said? He's always been conscious, always of his friends with benefits relationships. When Rowan got into the picture it got complicated and he was confused. Not telling you all this s~ is him trying to keep it all under control. I know he's been going out like crazy this summer, I'm not sure what the hell he's doing." Okay, that wasn't entirely true, he thought he knew. His eyebrows came together and he sat back in his chair. He chewed his lip as he thought.
|
|
|
|
Post by Trent Frey on Sept 6, 2012 20:47:13 GMT -5
Lyric shrugged. "I thought he was waiting on Rowan." It left a bad taste in his mouth thinking about Keith and that uptight professor, and calling him by his given name didn't help at all. You'll throw away any chance. But he didn't have a chance. There was no part of him that thought he did, it was just wishful thinking. Keith was way out of his league. They weren't even friends with benefits. They were f~buddies who talked a little when they were readying themselves for the next round.
|
|
