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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 27, 2010 18:53:30 GMT -5
Bodies on the dance floor, swaying in time. Friends laughing over a drink after a hard day’s toil. A man getting rejected, another hooking up—it was all a regular part of the scene at Jukar’s.
Grey surveyed his little business from a seat in one of the more secluded booths. He was here to make sure no fights started and to make sure his workers were doing their jobs. He watched his customers, taking in familiar faces and unfamiliar ones. He watched his bartender Ryou flirt with a few males for a bigger tip and one of his waiters Sanjo check out his ass in a mirror before sashaying over to a table to take the appreciative customers’ orders.
Grey sighed; it seemed to be just a regular night.
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Post by ode on Mar 27, 2010 21:42:45 GMT -5
Tripp entered the bar casually, his eyes scanning the lights and dance floor then the bar and the many, many Givers. Tonight looked like a good night to find someone who would be up for a little flirty sex and cuddling. He was in the mood to get laid tonight and wasn’t going to stop until he found the perfect one-night stand. Walking up to the bar, he ordered a beer from a flirtatious bartender before scoping out potentials. A few to keep in mind but definitely no one that drove him crazy. But then there never was.
Trip sought little more in life than entertainment and strong arms to hold him. He didn’t hold out hope for love and romance, but enjoyed the warm feeling of being held and the fantastic feeling of being fucked thoroughly. He wasn’t a hooker by any means, or whore either, he was just a single Zercan bearer who just happened to go out and get off every now and again.
Finishing up his beer quickly to get him going, he grabbed a second and drunk it at a more leisurely pace and he walked about the bar, looking for some form of inspiration.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 27, 2010 21:51:47 GMT -5
Grey stood, sighing as he went towards his office in the back to check the camera and make sure nothing illegal was going on. He liked his business, and they had a good reputation here. He smoothed back his spikey dark hair and made his way through the crowd, powerful body sliding in the fabric of his tight black shirt, he said "Excuse me" as he slid past a handsome little bearer.
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Post by ode on Mar 27, 2010 21:58:45 GMT -5
Tripp watched the man as he walked past, his body going into overtime. ‘Ding! Ding! Ding!’ We have a winner!’ he thought to himself as his skin began to get sensitive and his blood pushed faster in his veins. The man had to be the sexiest Giver in existence, he was sure of it and he just couldn’t get past those thick muscular arms, imagine how warm he’d be in those babies.
Taking a few quick steps to catch up with the man, he slid a hand around the Giver’s wrist and tugged his wrist. He had no hope of forcing the man too him but he wanted to make his interest known none the less. When the man turned back to him, he put on his best smile and slid up next to him.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 27, 2010 22:02:09 GMT -5
Grey stopped, looking back to the cute little creature that grabbed him. He looked questioningly at the kid, eyes locking onto those full red lips of his as he glanced him over.
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Post by ode on Mar 27, 2010 22:04:40 GMT -5
Tripp swallowed as those intense eyes bored into him, making his mouth go dry and his heart beat faster. Still, never one to be embarrassed or shy, he leaned up a bit and pressed a soft kiss to the man's lips.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 27, 2010 22:12:47 GMT -5
Grey blinked, pulling back almost immediately. "I think you have the wrong person." he said to the cute little male. The boy looked a bit like trouble, and he got ready to head towards his office again.
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Post by ode on Mar 27, 2010 22:15:31 GMT -5
"Noooooo," Trip said, bouncing a bit on his feet in his hyper way. "I think you secretly think I'm the cutest bearer ever." He smiled big, if a bit goofy.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 27, 2010 22:22:52 GMT -5
Grey looked down at the male, looking him over again. "I think you really have the wrong man, kid." he said in his gruff baritone, his tall frame imposing against the cute little number pressed against him.
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Post by ode on Mar 27, 2010 22:33:13 GMT -5
Tripp furrowed his nose but decided to give the big fellow one more shot. He wasn;t used to being turned down and the fact that this guy would be the one to do it fucked with him more than he cared to admit. "Do you really want me to go out here and find another guy to hug up on when you have me here just for you?" he batted his eye lashes playfully a moment.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 27, 2010 22:39:24 GMT -5
Grey looked at the little male. "Do you really want to 'hug up' on me?" he asked, leaning down to the male before straighting again.
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Post by ode on Mar 27, 2010 22:42:08 GMT -5
Tripp stared at hiim like he belonged in special education for a moment. "Big guy, I'm practically attached to your arm here. So I'd say thats a Blanserta-yes!"
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 27, 2010 22:43:43 GMT -5
Grey rose a brow, vaguely amused. "How old are you, kid?" he asked, leaning down again.
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Post by ode on Mar 27, 2010 22:46:26 GMT -5
"Nineteen and thats plenty old enough," he said, a sassy tone to his voice as if he expected what was coming next. Still, he didn't release the man, liking the way their skin felt together too much to let him go.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 27, 2010 22:59:41 GMT -5
"Really?" Grey asked, eyebrow arching. "I've got a good eleven years on you. You're younger than my youngest brother." he said, looking at the kid.
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