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Post by Jouthren on Jan 17, 2007 18:31:55 GMT -5
Jouthren blushed darkly, but couldn't help staring at Shor as the Incubus walked around... well... naked. With his face darker than his hair, he turned his head away from his mate so he could consentrate on getting changed. Once he had Shor's old pants on, he found that actually, that fit father well: not tight at all, but not baggy. The Zercan grinned happily before turning to look at Shor. "So? What do you think? How do I look?" he asked, holding his arms away from his body as he spun in a circle for the other man to see.
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Post by Shor on Jul 13, 2007 14:19:25 GMT -5
Shor grinned and put a hand to his chin thoughtfully. "Gorgeous, doll. Ready to turn some heads? Take a walk on the wild side? Make a scene?" he purred. "Cause the lights are turning down low...And my body's saying to me, it's time for danger." He approached the Zercan and wrapped his arms around the boy, pulling him flush against his body.
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Post by Jouthren on Jul 13, 2007 14:23:13 GMT -5
Jouthren laughed, ignoring the blush that had returned just as quickly as it had receded. The Zercan placed his hands on Shor's shoulders, grinning up at him. "I doubt I look that good, but thanks," he stated. "Are you ready to go, too?"
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Post by Shor on Jul 13, 2007 14:37:11 GMT -5
Eyes once more trailing Jouthren, Shor nodded reluctantly. "If we must...The place where we're going to is close to the bar I work at. It's called 'Curry Spice' . You've said you've never been there, but it's one of my favourite places to lurk...Well, it was. I have a feeling that fact is going to change quite soon," he said, pulling away from the Zercan to offer his arm to the teenager.
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Post by Jouthren on Jul 13, 2007 14:40:29 GMT -5
Jouthren took his mate's arm and smirked up at him. "Well, that's a pretty accurate feeling," he stated as they headed out. He had to bite his lip to keep from making a comment on the damage done to the front door... and to keep from snickering. He hoped that no one got in trouble for it.
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Post by Shor on Jul 13, 2007 14:57:20 GMT -5
Shor rolled his eyes and escorted Jouthren down the stairs to the street. He squinted as the lights hit his eyes and had to pause for a moment. "Sorry, just give me a second. I have weak eyes." He waited until his pupils had adjusted properly and shook his head. "Okay, I'm good. Let's go."
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Post by Jouthren on Jul 13, 2007 14:59:56 GMT -5
Jouthren pouted playfully. "Awww! Poor little Shor! We should buy you some tinted glasses to protect your eyes," he suggested with a grin.
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Post by Shor on Jul 13, 2007 15:46:19 GMT -5
Shor playfully sniffed in disdain. "Don't make fun of my eyes. I can't help it that I come from a planet where it's always night, you sun-loving fool." He laughed and ruffled up the mauve teen's hair with his free hand. "Now, move!"
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Post by Jouthren on Jul 13, 2007 15:54:57 GMT -5
Jouthren growled lightly, fixing his hair with a pout. "Heeey! You messed up my hair! That's not nice!"
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Post by Shor on Jul 17, 2007 1:01:16 GMT -5
Shor just laughed it off with a smirk. "And you laughed at my weak eyes. But, don't worry. You look sexy with your hair messed up like you just rolled out of bed," he said, grinning. "Come on. Let's move before we get delayed even more. It gets crowded at the club sometimes."
Pulling Jouthren along, the hybrid led the way to Curry Spice. The line outside was just beginning to build up, but Shor pushed past them with a sway of his hips and soon he was standing in front of the bouncer with a possessive arm wrapped around his unclaimed mate's waist.
"Oh, look, everyone. It's Shor the Whore," the bouncer said with an amused look. "Where've you been lurking?"
The Jeskarian easily waved a nonchalant hand. "Oh, look, everyone, It's Mitch the Bitch," he copied. "I'm fine...You know, kicking back and all that jazz. Haven't had much to do since that slut Mutt called off our poker games. How is he and Wrench the Wench?"
Mitch rolled his eyes at the question about their two friends. "Peachy as all get out. And who is this delicious little peach you have accompaning you today, Whore?" He started to reach a hand out as if to touch, but was quickly slapped by the purple haired man watching him with suddenly narrow eyes.
"Ah, yes. Bitch, this is my -mate-," he stressed, telling his old friend that this one was off limits. "Ren, this is Bit- I mean, Mitch. This is my friend, Mitch." He looked sheepish as he scratched the back of his head.
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Post by Jouthren on Jul 17, 2007 11:52:47 GMT -5
Jouthren watched the back-and-forth banter between his mate and Mitch with confusion. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on; he hadn't had many friends considering his previous employment. When he was finally introduced, the Zercan nodded at the man in salutation before looking up at his mate. "So, now that I'm a part of your life, do I get a demeaning nickname, too?"
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Post by Shor on Dec 8, 2007 6:22:58 GMT -5
Shor laughed in slight embarrassment. "Um...No, I don't think so. I'm afraid I might get rather upset if one were to call you something demeaning. As is, these people are a part of my...I don't think you would call it a gang, but...our clubbing group. We sort of became friends after a while, and...The names came from our names and our..." He winced. "Personalities?" The fact that his personality was defined by 'whore' did not really say a lot about him, in retrospect.
The blonde bouncer before them laughed, eyes flashing in the dim light. "Are you suggesting that I am a bitch, you whore? I do believe I'm hurt. And, I'm only a bitch when I have to be. If I was catty all the time, do you think we'd actually be friends?"
A pause. "You're a Zercan, Mitch..."
"Well, okay! Sheesh, you know what I meant," the cat-man said unhappily before wavin them into the club. "Hurry up, you're holding up the line. I'll come over on my break, okay? I know how to find you."
The Jeskarian nodded and placed a hand on Jouthren's back, leading the boy into the club. "So...Welcome to Curry Spice," Shor introduced with a grand wave of his hand. "What's your poison?"
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Post by Jouthren on Dec 8, 2007 18:12:15 GMT -5
Jouthren let himself be lead into the club, a slight grin on his face. "My poison? Are you asking what I want to drink or what I want to do next?" he asked curiously. He looked up at his mate with a raised eyebrow, but his smile was still in place. He paused for a moment before adding, "It's kinda loud in here, huh?"
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Post by Shor on Dec 8, 2007 18:33:33 GMT -5
Shor paused for a moment before shrugging. "I meant either, or. Whatever you want, I suppose," he said as he nodded a little bit. Half was in time to the music, the other half was to Ren's question. "Course it's loud! It's supposed to be. Isn't it great?" He closed his eyes and inhaled some of the air around them. It was almost heady, in the way it hang over them...
"So, what was it you wanted?"
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Post by Jouthren on Dec 8, 2007 18:35:51 GMT -5
Jouthren bit his lip as he thought before shrugging. "I don't know. I've never been taken to any place like this. What do we do?"
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