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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 28, 2010 18:37:16 GMT -5
"My bearer was Zercan." Grey said, as he was brought another drink.
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Post by ode on Mar 28, 2010 18:42:51 GMT -5
"Sexy and good stock, you're just the ultimate catch, aren't you?" he winked. "So what do you do for fun when you aren't roaming the scene?"
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 28, 2010 18:51:00 GMT -5
Grey rose a brow at the teen. "I do not 'roam the scene.'" he said, with an almost-smile. "I own my own business." he answered the question.
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Post by ode on Mar 28, 2010 18:53:05 GMT -5
"Look at that, I almost got that sexy mouth to curve up. Can you imagine?" he gave a look of shocked humor before breaking into a laugh. "That's awesome you own your own biz. You look like the type of guy that like's to tll people what to do."
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 28, 2010 18:57:14 GMT -5
Grey just snorted a bit, "If you say so." he said with a roll of his eyes.
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Post by ode on Mar 28, 2010 18:58:45 GMT -5
"I do say so, so ha," he poked his tongue out before finishing his beer and waving down the waitor once more.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 28, 2010 19:07:14 GMT -5
Grey shook his head as he looked the boy over. The male really was attractive.
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Post by ode on Mar 28, 2010 19:12:02 GMT -5
When Grey didn't say anything, Tripp stood. "Alright, tough guy, I know when I'm not wanted. I suppose if I had to be turned down, I'm glad it was by someone as sexy as you," he gave one last wink before heading off into the crowd.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 28, 2010 19:21:38 GMT -5
Grey watched the male, before he frowned, standing and heading to his office. Damn, but he didn't want to get involved with a teenage patron. That was walking up to trouble and all but asking it to marry you.
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Post by ode on Mar 28, 2010 19:28:01 GMT -5
Tripp lingered in the bar a bit more, his pride a bit stung and his mood lost when the tall guy lost interest in him. Still, the drinks were good and he was a kick ass pool player.
"Ha, eat that and pay up!" he told his defeated opponant after sinking the final ball.
"That was Prasidion shit!" the man barked, "No way you could make that shot without cheating."
Tripp narrowed his eyes, if this guy thought he was going to cower in fear because he was a bearer, he had another thing coming. "Well, thats funny you should say that. Because I did make it and you do owe me 200 credits. Now stop being a bitch about it and pay up."
"Did you just-"
"Show that little bear what he's in for, Gim!" another patron encouraged the Mentsiquaran. "Damned Zercan!"
Tripp knew what was coming and could only sigh and adjust his stance as the guy rushed him. He didn't hesitate and felt no guilt when he took the pool stick and whacked the guy deal in his face. When the guy didn't fall immediately, he assisted him by sticking him in his nose.
"What the hell?" he growled when the guy kept coming. He didn't like shifting in public, there was no way he could shift back without being bare ass naked.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 29, 2010 15:18:19 GMT -5
Grey sighed as a waiter came into his office screaming about a fight. He groaned, standing and pulling off his jacket. He stalked out of his office, eyes ablaze in anger as he came upon the commotion. Grey walked into the circle, surprised to find that one of the trouble-makers was the cute kid from earlier.
Grey stepped forwards and grabbed the big Giver, hauling him up and off his feet by the scruff of his shirt. "All of you," he glared at the fighters. "Get the fuck out of my club." He growled. "Now."
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Post by ode on Mar 29, 2010 16:11:26 GMT -5
Tripp figured on some level, he should have been happy to get some assistance but found himself to be less so when he saw it was the male from before. And more, the whole 'get out of my club' thing was a major turn off. Still, he wasn't getting his ass kicked by tall, sullen and sexy and certainly not to stay in some club when there were dozens on this street alone.
Tossing the pool stick back on the table, he rolled his eyes and walked over to his table to grab his jacket. Tugging it on, he waved down the antsy waitor and tossed a few credits his way.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 29, 2010 16:24:38 GMT -5
Grey watched them go, feeling again the pull for the boy but huffed and returned to his office. Later that night, Grey was walking down Graman Avenue, sighing. It had been a sucky night.
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Post by ode on Mar 29, 2010 16:37:41 GMT -5
Tripp was doing much of the same, heading home from the latest bar empty handed and tired from the earlier exertion. Nothing like a asshole-
"There you are, you little nothing."
"Speaking of assholes," he said with a roll of his eyes. He knew he should have run, really he should have, but he was almost to his rented room and he didn't want the punk knowing where he lived. Raising his hands in a 'I'm cool so be cool' gesture, he said, "Look, man, we had our fight, that's the end. You didn't have to pay shit, so chill out."
"You embarrassed me, you little bastard!" the burly Menstiquarian growled and shoved the young Zercan hard into the building behind him.
Tripp narrowed his eyes and waited for the man to come closer before launching himself forward and kneeing the man in thr groin. Only this time, when the guy doubled over in pain, he was smart enought to haul ass and ran as fast as he could in the other direction. He'd rather run to a transport and knwo the guy wouldn't follow him home than have to worry about the guy getting his ass kicked out.
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Post by praiseofblood on Mar 29, 2010 16:42:59 GMT -5
Grey's hands were in his pocket and his head was down in thought as he walked home, before he felt a collision that made him step back. He steadied himself and the person that had run into him, blinking at the little male from earlier.
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