A True Work of Art ((Savi/ Beau))

[praiseofblood]

Beau walked around the annual Mentisquarian art fair, gathering ideas and intel. He saw some good pieces here and there, but stopped when he came across a canvas full of slashes of monochromatic shades of red. He cocked his head a bit-- red.... that particular shade would be perfect for the new ad.

He made a note of it and headed on about his work, walking past a silent male reading a book.

[ode]

Savi groaned as he stared out over the art fair. Earth or Mentsiquar, it didn't matter, he was NOT down for this shit. He could express himself and paint all day but give him a crowd of people he was expected to cater to and... no, he was so not for it. He was more of an outskirts guy, taking it all in and -

"Watch what the fuck you're doing, creep," Savi growled abruptly as he approached his tent to see some guy attempt to take a piss behind his tent. The guy ran and Savi cast a glare at his friend and fellow arts goer Migo who was more consumed in the book he was reading than the art he was watching. "Aren't you supposed to be watching this place? Damn, Migo! What are you here for?" He grouched.

Migo flushed and put the book down. "Didn't mean no harm, Savi, but I caught the book where you left off and it was-"

"Fine, I get it. Just try to pay attention so I can pay you and not feel guilty," he said with a grunt and snatched his book up. "Still smells like piss over here now..."

[praiseofblood]

Beau blinked at all the noise and turned to see what the commotion was. He sighed as Migo tried to pacify a...gorgeous male. Who was that?

[ode]

Savi settled down where Migo had previously been and propper his feet up on the table carelessly as he tried to find his page again.

Migo scurried off to get some airfreshener for the tainted booth.

[praiseofblood]

Beau headed over to the male, looking him over. "Hello." he said to the male. "Are you one of Migo's partners here?"

[ode]

Savi grunted and didn't bother to look up from his book. "I am no one's partner. I am Savi Thompson and I express myself solely," he muttered.

[praiseofblood]

Beau leaned over the table, slightly, cocking his head. "Well Savi Thompson, sole expresser, how about you join me for dinner?" he asked.

[ode]

Savi sighed and finally looked up, he stared at the man a long time before blinking. "I'm not sure. I don't usually date givers who are prettier than I am."

[praiseofblood]

Beau rose his eyebrow, interest piqued. "I'm not the only pretty one over here." Beau said. "So, how bout it?" he asked.

[ode]

"I suppose I could say no," Savi mused as he set his book aside. "But you look the type to nag me senseless until I give in."

[praiseofblood]

In fact, Beau wasn't. Because if he turned around right now and asked someone else, they would say yes, but he wanted THIS male. He intrigued him.

"Good. My name is Beau Frei, what's your vid number, gorgeous?" he asked.

[ode]

Savi snickered at the line. "Wow. That's fresh. And I'm sure with a face like that guys don't usually call you on that corny shit, am I right?" he smiled and stood. "Nevermind. I agree wit them, you're sexy. So pick me up here in three hours and feed me."

[praiseofblood]

Beau chuckled. "To the minute. See you later, Savi Thompson," he purred.

[ode]

Migo whistled as he watched Beau walk away. "Wow. Did that guy just ask you out?"

Savi poked him in the forehead. "What business is it of yours? I'm hot. Guys ask me out all the time"

"yeah... but he's really hot. Are you sure he's a Giver?"

Savi snickered.

[praiseofblood]

Beau was indeed a giver, and had all the talent to prove it. He'd show his little beauty later on tonight.