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Post by SUMMER EDEN REYNOLDS on Feb 16, 2011 2:39:08 GMT -5
What in the jesus was she doing? Summer had no idea what to wear. She was going out with not only one of her best friends, but her coworker, too. She stared at her closet sadly before deciding on a nice top, and some jeans that fit rather snugly in all the right places. It was good enough for a simple night out for drinks, right? She smoothed her fingers over the fabric of the shirt and sighed softly. She had no idea what people were supposed to wear when they were meeting new people anymore. She felt like a doofus or something. This was horrible. Half of her wanted to call Rhys and tell him she couldn’t make it, but that would just make him sad. So, instead, she wrapped her hair up in a neat little bun-thing(she really had no idea what to call it) and tugged some earrings through her almost-healed-over piercings. Summer had three holes in her lobe, but usually only kept one-or no-pair at all in her ears. It was a work thing, as well as the fact that she just didn’t have time to sterilize them all before putting them in. No big deal.
Sighing softly, she bundled up in her winter coat and tugged the collar around her face to protect her cheeks from the wind, before picking up her cell phone. Rhys had texted her like a hundred times asking where she was and why she hadn’t shown up yet. Laughing softly, she texted back that she was leaving soon, and grabbed her house keys and bus pass. She wasn’t going to take her poor little Yaris if she was drinking tonight. She could crash and smash her poor baby up. So, instead, she was stuck taking the public transport downtown. She could just crash at Rhys’ place, since the school was easier to get to than her own house.
The bus ride over was pretty uneventful. Some old man fell asleep and missed his stop. Summer gave him cab fare and waited for the cab to arrive at the place where they had both gotten off, and sent him home happily before walking the rest of the two blocks to the nectar lounge. There was a vague thought in her mind that a demigod must have owned the lounge, considering it’s name, but she didn’t take it into too much consideration. Instead, Summer spent her walk admiring the snow on the trees and huddling her shoulders up to her ears to keep them safe from the bite of the cold. The poor woman really didn’t like going outside in the winter all that much. She would rather stay in her nice warm apartment, or be at work, than outside while it’s snowing. Unless it was a gentle snow. Then she might have been okay with it. That was a pretty romantic setting.
When she reached the doors of the lounge, Rhys was standing outside, waiting impatiently for her. He yelled at her to get inside before she caught her death, and ushered her in, past the bouncer, and into the lounge. It was always nice seeing the dim lights and mingling bodies dancing on the large dance floor, as well as the people all cuddled up in the cushions, whispering to each other and nibbling on ears. It was all very couple-like, lately. Stupid Valentine’s Day.
Rhys lead her up to the bar, where her co-worker, Luke was sitting. Dr. Oliver. He was a surgeon, who often requested she handled certain people’s blood, like Rhys’. Now she knew why. He was a demigod, like her. And she hadn’t even known. Fucking awesome.
Summer sat down at the bar, with Rhys in between her and Luke, ordering herself whatever the strongest alcohol they had-literally, that’s what she asked for-before looking to Luke. “So, how do you know Rhys?” She blinked, pointing to the grinning man between them.
tags; vogue! outfit; words; notes; yaaaaaaay. credits; meeee,
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Post by LUKE ALAN OLIVER on Feb 16, 2011 3:34:38 GMT -5
The idea of “drinks later” always made Luke feel like he needed to get a ridiculous amount of exercise before heading out to the club. So after work, he’d jogged down to the stables (only about a mile from his house on the very outskirts of the city), changed from his sweats to his riding gear, and took Camelot – Cami, as he liked to call her – for about an hour of exercise. She always enjoyed it just as much as he did; he knew this for sure because he actually spoke to his horse, as children of Poseidon are apt to do. Of course, this wasn’t something he ran around advertising. Anyone but a demigod would think he was crazy. He contended himself with making the stable owners think that he was simply miraculous with horses for no reason whatsoever.
By six o’clock, he’d returned home and hopped in the shower, scrubbing the sweat from his skin until his skin nearly ached. He liked to be clean for social occasions, but after working out, whether at the gym or the stables, he never felt like he could get quite clean enough. Even when he stepped out and dried himself off, he felt somehow like he would still smell of horses when he reached the lounge downtown. His lips pulled down in a thoughtful frown. Time to bring out the cologne. He never used the stuff at work and rarely wore it otherwise, so his bottle had lasted him far longer then he cared to admit and he still had a quarter of it left. Pulling on a pair of clean briefs, he removed it from his medicine cabinet and sprayed it a few times, still frowning into the mirror. Never mind.
The more pressing issue was what to wear. Friday night out at the club wasn’t really a “t-shirt and old jeans” sort of occasion, though he knew he’d feel far more comfortable in them. Wandering out into his bedroom, he walked to his closet and shuffled through his clothes before deciding on a black button down shirt and a pair of dark wash jeans. That would do, he thought with a sigh. He didn’t know. Fashion wasn’t really his strongest suit, after all.
When he finally left the house, Luke looked at least halfway presentable, with his shirt buttoned up the appropriate amount, the skin of his collarbone just slightly visible. He’d gelled his hair to the best of his ability – he was no expert, but it was blessedly short. For the sake of where the night might lead intoxication-wise, he took the bus and left his little Maxima in the driveway for the evening. Worst came to worst, he’d take a cab home. He had plenty enough for the fare in his wallet.
He met up with Rhys at the Nectar Lounge on the dot, as he usually did. Luke liked to be punctual. Keeping people waiting always made him inexplicably uncomfortable, although he didn’t mind waiting himself, which was probably good, considering the third member of their party hadn’t shown up yet. Luke knew her as one of his coworkers, a hematologist that he often used to check the blood of the demigods and unnaturals. The less of the general public that knew about them, the better, he felt. As he sat at the bar, making small talk with Rhys and draining his first beer, he absently wondered if Dr. Reynolds knew he was a demigod, too.
After about half an hour, Rhys left, muttering something about finding her. Luke sat quietly, shoulders slightly hunched, glancing over the contents of the bar absently as he waited. One of the many things about Australia he missed was the beer, but they didn’t have the stuff from back home, so he settled for whatever local brew he could find.
His companion returned a few minutes later with his coworker in tow. Luke turned, blue eyes alight with interest, and flashed her his signature friendly smile. It was oddly good to see her outside of work. She certainly looked different when she wasn’t wearing scrubs. She addressed him immediately after ordering her drink, to his surprise, and his grin increased slightly.
“I’m his doctor,” he replied cheerfully in his thick Australian accent. That was only half true; Luke wasn’t technically his physician, but Rhys seemed to need far more surgical care than most normal people. “We have a special sort of doctor-patient relationship. Don’t we, Rhys?” He elbowed his friend almost playfully in the ribs with a short, good-natured laugh. “And how about you, Dr. Reynolds? Or is there something more casual you’d like me to call you outside the hospital? You can call me Luke.”
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Post by SUMMER EDEN REYNOLDS on Feb 16, 2011 12:28:47 GMT -5
Summer blinked at Luke when he asked her what he should call her outside of work. Did he not know her name yet? She bit her lip and tucked some hair behind her ear, opening her mouth to speak, when Rhys interjected. "She goes by Eden! Though her first name is Summer. It was almost Sunshine, but her mom talked her dad out of it. They're hippies. Well, her dad is. Her mom is Persephone." He nodded. Summer raised an eyebrow at him and chuckled, taking her first shot back like a champ. "Thanks, Rhys. While we're at the whole, "Spilling-Summer's-Life-To-Her-Coworker" part of the evening, why don't I just add that I've been engaged once, left at the altar once, love triple-shots of hard liquor, and I met Rhys at school; we're the same age, so we were in most of the same classes." She nodded and ordered another shot, before smiling at Luke warmly. "You can call me Summer, or Eden. It doesn't really matter." She shrugged.
Rhys grinned and patted Luke's shoulder, before slipping an arm around Summer. "This man has had his hands inside of me, many, many times." He nodded wisely and burst out laughing, before ordering himself another beer. He had already had 8, and the night was still young. Summer rolled her eyes and took her next shot, laughing a bit at what Rhys had said. She didn't doubt it for a minute, considering how many times he needed his bones screwed back together to heal properly. He broke them beyond all recognition, though she wondered what happened to the screws and shit when he shifted into his wolverine form. They probably formed with his new body. But still, it must of been painful. Well, it would have been for any other person who could actually feel it. But Rhys couldn't, so she supposed he was fine with it. He probably got his operations done without going under, as well. She laughed softly and ordered a nice, more polished drink, before looking around the bar.
"Ah, the famous Summer Scope." Rhys grinned, nudging her in the side. Summer raised an eyebrow at him and chuckled, before flicking some hair out of her face. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Rhys. I was looking for people I knew. There's no one. Which means I can go dance and not have to worry about it at work..." She paused and looked up at Luke, before pointing to his nose, nearly touching it. "Nothing that happens to me leaves the confines of this bar. Or I will... Do something horrible." She laughed and took her drink, running off to the dance floor, practically throwing herself into the writhing bodies, disappearing beyond a wall of people. She was so tiny. "Sooooo..." Rhys started slowly, before grinning at him. "Think you'll go for it?" He laughed. The whole purpose of this plan was to set them up, in Rhys' own mind. Not that he had told either of them. but he heavily implied it when he spoke to Luke.
tags; vogue! outfit; A Summer Night Out. words; probably like high 500's. notes; yaaaaaaay. credits; meeee, [/quote]
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Post by silas on Feb 17, 2011 0:13:55 GMT -5
“Go for what?” Asked Silas, drawing attention to himself as he walked up to the two men seated at the bar. He grinned widely after realizing he had surprised them. Silas wasn’t exactly an expert when it came to stealth, and so doing anything that caught others unawares often brought him pleasure. He stood facing them, his arm supporting him against the countertop, still grinning. Surely, they knew that night clubs weren’t exactly his scene. Why was he there then? He didn’t exactly know really. When he had heard that Luke was being set up with someone and that the whole encounter was available for public speculation, he decided that club or no club, he could not allow himself to miss the opportunity. There was that, and the fact that coming here provided him with an excuse to avoid grading papers. Nothing else, not reading, nor cooking, nor any of the other “hobbies” he had could block his thought process the way the blaring music of a club could. . .which meant that there would be no conscience telling him that there were duties he was neglecting. “Yes. I know, I know. You weren’t expecting me. But leave that for now. Go for what?”
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Something like exhaustion overcame Silas as he left work that afternoon. He loved his work. There was no doubt about that. But at times he felt that he gave it his all, so much so that there seemed to be nothing left for himself. As pulled out of his parking spot and began the fifteen minute drive to his home, he began to sing to himself loudly. Sam Cooke, he believed it was. He was stopped at a redlight and as he belted out the lyrics to “You Send Me,” not because he was in love but because he felt like singing, he could feel the stares from the people in the car beside his. This, he hoped, would help to rejuvenate him for the long evening ahead. He’d been putting off his grading for weeks now, and not only was he mentally reprimanding himself for it whenever he had the opportunity, his students were beginning to question the holdup. So he needed to not be tired any longer. It wasn’t going to help the grading process at all.
He sat down before the mountain of papers on his desk and attempted to prepare himself for the work ahead of him. This preparation at first consisted of Silas telling himself that he could do this, but then it began to involve Silas dancing about his apartment, and then it delved into the initiation of a new short story. An hour passed. Not one inch of the mountain of papers had been climbed. Was he surprised? Not at all. He wasn’t capable of jailing himself from the external world for long periods of time. It had been a long while since he’d been out in nature, and one could say that he was suffering from something like cabin fever. This resulted in Silas not wanting to do anything that he truly should have been doing. As he played his air guitar, an old acquaintance appeared before him.
“Lily-livered, that’s what you young men are today!” Silas turned to see the fading apparition and smiled. “Is that why you keep coming back Paul?”
The old man let out a guffaw and shook his head. “No. I’ve come to tell you that you’ll be full of thanks towards me if you stay home and do that work you have. There’s nothing out there that you exactly want to see tonight.”
“So, I’m ‘lily-livered,’ and your advice for that is for me to stay inside. Yep, Paul, that makes sense.” Silas nodded and continued to dance to music that wasn’t exactly playing.
“Listen to me young man, you’re in for an uncomfortable situation if you leave this place today. So stop your childish antics and face your responsibility,” chastised the old ghost, pointing towards the stack of papers on his desk.
He stopped dancing and looked up at Paul gleefully. “Ha! The set-up! I absolutely forgot.” He slipped into the bedroom and began to dress, as the ghost continued to try and convince him to stay at home.
“You don’t deserve my apartment!” He yelled after Silas as he closed the front door.
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Post by LUKE ALAN OLIVER on Feb 18, 2011 2:39:49 GMT -5
Social situations always pleased Luke, although he had to admit that clubs like this made him feel out of place. In reality, he wasn’t the classy, lounge-going type. He preferred lounging on the couch with a beer and a game on the television, or a more modest sports bar. The Nectar Lounge was somewhat higher brow than he was used to, though that might surprise anybody who knew what he did for a living. One would expect a surgeon to have more expensive tastes, but he was a rather unexpected sort of person. Who would have predicted he owned a horse, either?
Luke blinked as the exchange between Rhys and Eden transpired, unsure if any of it was really directed at him. His dark eyebrows arched as he glanced between the two, the smallest of smiles tugging at the corners of his mouth. Persephone, huh? He knew she was a demigod, but he’d had his questions as to whose daughter she was. Daughter in law of Hades, he thought wryly. Then again, he was the God of the Underworld’s nephew, now, wasn’t he? Eden was lovely, which made sense in conjunction with the Queen of Hades. She seemed youthful, bright, and full of life, a nice combination. Made sense that she’d be friends with Rhys, in a strange, warped way.
“I’ll trust Rhys and go with Eden, then,” he said with a grin, raising his beer. He almost said “and thanks for the life story,” but decided against it, lest she take it the wrong way. Luke almost never meant things the wrong way. He didn’t like to offend.
The smile remained, breaking only with laughter when Rhys spoke, the raunchy line not at all surprising from the man. When his chuckles subsided, he took another swig of beer. It was probably good that Eden didn’t know this was only his second, considering how much she could apparently drink. Luke held his liquor just fine; he just preferred to savor it. The next thing he knew, the girl’s pointer finger was in his face and he couldn’t help but laugh again. His eyes followed her when she disappeared and he thought up some line about being her boss when it was far too late. His comebacks always seemed to come to him too late.
He glanced at Rhys when the other man spoke. Luke was tempted to roll his eyes. He should have known that his friend was trying to set him up with a girl the moment he said he was bringing a friend. The surgeon didn’t know why he bothered. Luke seemed to get himself into plenty enough trouble with women all on his own. None of them seemed to be the right “fit,” exactly. At least that’s what they seemed to think. The breakups always seemed to come out of the blue in Luke’s opinion and he was left wondering what he did wrong every time.
He’d just opened his mouth to speak when another man popped up at their shoulders. Luke’s grin immediately widened and he reached out from his seat to throw an arm around Silas’s shoulders in greeting. Uncomfortable nights like this always proved reasonably more comfortable with “bros” around. If he and his coworker – why Rhys would set him up with his own coworker was beyond him – didn’t quite hit it off, he always had Rhys and Silas to pick up the slack and make it a fun night.
“Just can’t mind your own bizzo, can ya, mate?” He said jokingly, only barely restraining himself from ruffling his friend’s hair. His arm slipped from Silas’s shoulder and he took another swig of booze. “Rhys’s just got this sheila he’s trying to set me up with. Even though he knows Hailey just offed me two weeks ago.” Luke shrugged, gesturing for another beer. “I’ll think about it, mate,” he said, turning toward Rhys. “She’s cute, but we work together. Might be a problem, but we’ll see. And how’d you know we were here, Silas?”
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Post by DRHYSTAN ERIC MACKENZIE on Feb 18, 2011 13:54:59 GMT -5
Down to the earth I fell,With dripping wings;Heavy things don't fly. Rhys' eyes went wide as Silas popped up behind them. Dear god. Oh no. This was just... Fucking awesome. What the hell was he supposed to do now? "A word in your ears, Silas, my friend." He grabbed Silas around the shoulders and dragged him a little distance off, staring at him. "Before you freak, dude, you gotta know. The girl is Eden." He bit his lip and ran his fingers through his hair. He really hoped this wouldn't fuck up. There was a genuine chance that Luke and Eden could be happy together. As long as the past stayed buried way, way, deep down, until the relationship was actually stable enough to withstand something like that. Or, they could tell him now, and have him judge her then and there...
Sighing loudly, he ran his fingers over his eyelids, before grabbing his beer off the counter top. "We need to break it to him gently that you and Eden have done the sideways tango... Or however the hell you did it, I don't know what you two are into." He pause,d thinking about it. Jesus that was not a mental image I wanted. he grumbled and looked back to Silas, clapping a hand to his shoulder. His beer bottle inclined towards Silas' face and he shook it a little bit, as he spoke. "You're going to have to tell him. Pretty sure if Eden did, he'd freak out, because, well, we're all bros, and she's not in the bro-circle yet. Well, I mean... Me and her have a kind of bromance thing... But she's a girl... Does that even work?... Anyway!" He jumped back to attention. Damn those 8 or 9 or however many beer he had just drank.
When Summer poked her head out of the crowd and caught sight of Silas, she grinned and waved, before her face seemed to dawn on the fact that there were now three attractive men accompanying her. She blinked and stopped dancing, looking between all three of them, before mumbling something about needing to use the bathroom, and scurrying off. "And now we broke her." Rhys blinked, watching her run to the bathroom; drink still in hand. What a woman.
Tags! VOGUE AND MO! Words! I DON'T KNOW! Notes! YEAH! IT'S SHORT! SORRY! Credit! ME! DUH!
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Post by silas on Feb 19, 2011 5:45:23 GMT -5
Silas happily slapped his arm about Luke’s shoulders in return. “Mind my business?” He often had to repeat Luke’s heavily Aussie accented statements to ensure that he had understood him correctly, though he’d learned to do it internally so as to avoid embarrassing himself. “Of course not!” He laughed at his exclamation and took a seat beside the two men, nudging Rhys in the side as he went. “Sheila? Oh yes, I’ve heard.” Like his friends, Silas decided he would treat himself to a beer. “Yeah Rhys, what’s the deal? It’s only been two weeks.” He turned to Luke, “Then again, does it really matter?” Before he could answer Luke’s question as to how he’d known they’d be there, he found himself being pulled away.
It was a healing feeling, being in the company of one’s close friends. As a child, friends were easy to find in Silas’ opinion. As one grew older, it became increasingly difficult as both society and experience drew boundaries as to who one could relate to and who one could not. How fortunate he was to have found his niche at his age. Other men had people they could speak to and crack a few jokes with. Silas had people he could truly reveal himself to. At times, he felt more comfortable with his friends than he did when he was alone. How fortunate he was.
And how fortunate he was not. Eden? It was like he’d just been smacked in the face. “Did you think this through before you decided to put it in to action?” It was somewhat true. Had he not found out today, he would have found out tomorrow. And whether or not Luke found out today, he would find out eventually. And then the metaphorical shit was inevitably going to hit the metaphorical fan. “Really Mackenzie?” It wasn’t that he blamed his friend. He was surprised, though he shouldn’t have been. The gods loved irony. The universe loved to piss him off. How was he supposed to fix this? Silas hated secrecy, primarily because he could not keep secrets, secondarily because it saddened him when they were kept from him. He felt that the bliss that had surrounded the friendship between the three of them was slowly being sucked away.
Summer Eden Reynolds. That had been a particularly memorable encounter. It had all been done mistakenly, in truth. . .however one could conceive that sleeping with another person was an accident. But it had been one of those heat of the moment things, where minds were cast away and all that was left were two bodies and the desire to do the thing. And after, they had been sure that they were not right for one another and it had been over. He’d known that she and Dhrystan were good friends. Still, he hadn’t expected her to reappear in his life again.
Silas sighed deeply, ran his hand over his face slowly. He listened as his friend went on. Tell him? “No. We’re not telling him. Not now at least.” Didn’t Luke deserve to get to know the woman without worrying about her sexual history? But at the same time, didn’t he deserve to know this before he became attached to her? He managed to laugh as Dhrystan made some reference to a tango. “No, it wasn’t anything like that.” As the tipsy man leaned in towards him and proceeded to inform him of how his relations with Eden were going to destroy their friendship, Silas’ mind decided that there was no way in hell they were telling Luke. No one was to mention the whole thing ever again. “Look, let’s just pretend the whole thing never happened. I’d like to forget it. Luke should get to know her without thinking about what happened. Come on, you’ve heard him. He thinks she’s cute.”
He walked back to the bar counter and picked up the beer that had been placed before him, sitting down beside Luke. “Sorry about that.” He could come up with no false reason for his discussion with Dhrystan and looked down at his shoes awkwardly. If only his friend could look into his eyes and see the guilty color of his soul. He managed to smile and waved back at her as she appeared, and then watched as she scurried off to the restroom. It was up to her, he supposed, to ensure that the events of the rest of the night would not transpire negatively.
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Post by LUKE ALAN OLIVER on Feb 22, 2011 3:41:37 GMT -5
The arrival of another friend pleased, no, thrilled Luke. His handsome face lit up in a wide smile as he looked from one friend to the other, certainly much happier to be here than he had when he first walked into the joint. The presences of Rhys and Silas made him feel much more at ease and at home at the bar, although he felt more comfortable keeping his distance from the dance floor, at least until he got a little more alcohol into his system. As a white male, he wasn’t the best dancer by default, although once he got a drink or two down, he loosened up a bit and ended up not being so bad after all.
He arched one dark eyebrow as his friends scampered off for their little powwow. Honestly, Luke wasn’t worrying too much about it; Rhys and Silas were the sort to plot in these situations. He downed the last of his beer and pulled the other toward him, taking a few swift gulps before ordering a shot of whiskey to down once he finished this one. He’d forgotten how awkward a setup felt. The idea of being shoved into something with a coworker two weeks after having it out with his ex seemed… a little quick for his tastes, but he’d always been a bit more sentimental than your average male. He’d wait it out, he supposed.
Ocean eyes scanned the bar absently. There’d been no sign of Eden since she’d disappeared into the sea of people, but he supposed he shouldn’t worry too much about that. Instead, he took another drink of beer and concentrated on his whiskey until it lapped against the untouched glass like calm surf. Controlling liquids and watching the way they flowed calmed him more than anything, besides perhaps riding his horse. Were it a glass of water, he would have had much more power over it, but the whiskey still responded to his will, if with slightly less enthusiasm than a glass of water. He glanced back up with a smile when they returned, shrugging when Silas spoke. Sorry? He didn’t mind much, but it was certainly like his friend to care.
“No worries, mate,” he said with a grin, finishing off his beer notably more quickly than his last. With that, he downed his shot of whiskey, gritting his teeth imperceptibly against the burn as it slid down his throat. That’s why he liked the stuff; it got you drunk, but woke you up at the same time. He promised Kate once that it’d be the first drink he’d buy her when she came to the States for her twenty-first birthday. Of course, she already would have had some in Australia by then – many times over – but she’d promised to pretend otherwise. He couldn’t help but feel momentarily giddy and far away at the thought of his baby sister.
But he came back to earth soon enough, his eyes finding Eden as she glanced at them and scurried away yet again. While Luke knew far better than to take it seriously, he couldn’t help but feel like this whole thing was a bust. Maybe she wasn’t interested. Clearly she wasn’t all right with relationships, considering what she’d mentioned earlier about having been left at the altar. The thought made Luke want to order another drink, but he figured he’d let the few he’d just had settle for a few minutes before he had another.
“Dunno, Rhys,” he said with a shrug. “Not sure she’s keen on me. Lookit the way she keeps running away.” Another shrug, and then he smiled, because Luke could never go long without smiling – usually. “Either way, we can still make this a good night, boys. What’ve you been up to, Silas?”
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Post by DRHYSTAN ERIC MACKENZIE on Feb 22, 2011 19:21:05 GMT -5
Down to the earth I fell,With dripping wings;Heavy things don't fly. Rhys sighed softly and ran his fingers through his hair, ordering a highball glass with whiskey, and ice. He loved himself some hard liquor. He felt bad for Luke, though. The poor guy. He genuinely thought that him and Eden would get along amazingly. He had to make it happen. Even if Silas was here, he would diminish any awkwardness and try to get them to at least agree to meet up again. It wasn't such a horrible situation. He could make this work out... He hoped. It could have been worse... Though he was still thinking that Silas should just tell Luke now. It would have been better for all of them. Now he'd have to deal with the fact that If Luke got with Eden, and then found out about her and Silas... Damn. He took a sip of his drink, before standing up and brushing himself off. "I'm going to go get Eden and make sure she's not puking in the bathroom." He patted Luke's shoulder and grinned. "She's not running away. She probably just had to pee. I'll be right back." He wandered off towards the bathrooms to find Eden.
He found her huddled in the back, sipping a drink quietly while staring at the liquid whenever she pulled it away from her lips. "How do you like Luke?" Rhys strolled up and smiled brightly, before watching Eden straighten up, and adjust her bra to make her boobs look better. "He's taking me home tonight." She grinned and flicked her hair back. "I'm going to make sure of it." She nodded and downed the rest of her drink. "So, you're into him." Rhys stated quietly, tilting his head. Summer nodded furiously and set her glass on a tray that a woman was carrying as she walked by. "Yeah! He's great. And very handsome. Silas was an unexpected addition to the game plan; I just needed to regroup. But I really do want to get to know him..." She bit her lip and blushed. "He seems really sweet. I like that. I need someone like that." She bit her lip and ran her fingers through her hair, before tucking her shirt down a little farther.
Finally, she made her way back to the bar, grabbing Luke's hand and tugging him away. He had just finished a shot of some sort of liquor, and now she planned on making him dance. "Let's dance together." She grinned and tugged him to the floor, before watching Rhys join Silas at the bar. "Poor Luke. He doesn't even stand a chance at resisting that girl." He shook his head and laughed softly, before looking to Silas. "What did you two talk about?"
Tags! VOGUE AND MO! Words! I DON'T KNOW! Notes! YEAH! IT'S SHORT! SORRY! Credit! ME! DUH!
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Post by silas on Mar 1, 2011 2:16:38 GMT -5
Silas was relieved to discover that Luke hadn’t suspected anything, hadn’t been concerned when he and Rhys went off to speak in private. He shouldn’t have been surprised though; for as long as Silas had known him, Luke had proven himself to be easy-going about most things. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed before ordering himself another drink. He’d had a long day. “How can she not be?” Silas joked after hearing his friend’s statement, “Look at you, you’re gorgeous.” He laughed as he pinched Luke’s cheek. “Ha. What’ve I been up to. You both will never believe what’s happened to me this past week.” He nodded as Rhys went off to speak with Summer. Why was she acting that way? Well, he knew why. It was because he had been genius to show up that evening, even after a friend from the other side had informed him that the best thing he could do for himself was stay home. He didn’t know why he had been so careless. Had he known that the woman Luke was being set up with was Summer, he would have stayed away. It was rather awkward seeing her again, not because they’d left on a bad note or anything, but just because he wasn’t expecting it. “Life’s been rather interesting,” He said to Luke. How could he explain it truly? “There’s this girl. A student actually. . .”
And then he was gone, pulled away into the ocean of the people that formed the dance floor. Silas laughed aloud at that one. He wasn’t anything like an excellent dancer himself, but Luke’s dancing was definitely something that was humorous to watch. Why wasn’t he dancing himself? Silas knew why. It was because he was a complete mess. This beer wasn’t really doing his scattered mind justice. He needed the hard liquor for what he was about to disclose to Rhys as he took his seat beside him. He ordered a few shot glasses of vodka and downed one. “So. My life is officially shit.” He started, running a hand through his hair before downing another glass. “Oh, you’re welcome to one of these if you’re interested man.” He said, slapping his friend’s shoulder.
How was he supposed to recount this story? How could he explain his carelessness to his friend? He laughed loudly. “I’m a dirty old man,” He began, humoring himself. “I don’t deserve to be an educator.” It was how he felt in reality. How could he be a good teacher when he desired a student the way he did. “I’ve been. . .uh. . .,” He drank down the contents of another shot glass before ordering more, “I strongly desire one of my students.” The terminology he used in that statement would have made him laugh at any other given point in time. “And. . .i’ve expressed that desire.” He looked up at his friend, searching his face for signs of disappointment. “And, I want to keep expressing it. Again and again and again.”
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