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Samuel couldn't help but want to keep the information about the males' work place. He was curious about where he worked and would probably one day want to hire him for one of the clubs' various events. As he made his offer to let the male hang out at his place more, he wondered if he would even accept it. It wasn't as though they were that attached to one another, so what did he owe him by hanging out with him? Not to mention it wasn't as though Samuel was always living in the Hamptons like Micha. It was maybe only every few months that he even thought about coming out here to spend a week or two. The Hamptons were nice but they weren't convenient by any means. Samuel was not one for being in the country for long, the city was his home and he planned to stay there. He'd go insane if he didn't have everyday noise and all night emergency sirens blaring through the streets. Smiling as the male considered his words, he laughed a bit when he spoke again. Samuel closed his eyes as the male again leaned over him, kissing him again. He kissed the male several times over as one kiss lead into another. When the male pulled back he actually had to remind himself not to get used to such things. Kissing Micha was nice yes, but this wasn't a relationship. He didn't want to get too comfortable. Hanging out and doing what they pleased, it was just that, nothing else. He planned on keeping it as such, he was too busy and lived six hours away to try and start a relationship the photographer. Sitting up from his spot after resting a few minutes, Samuel leaned down to grab both their glasses to take back downstairs. "Wanna take a tour of this place?" he asked, standing up and already heading towards the door. He figured if Micha would be coming over more, the least he could do was show him around to prevent getting lost at any time in the future. After all it was a big house smack dab in the middle of an even bigger spot of land far off from the main road. It was easy to get lost.

As the male agreed to a tour, he smiled softly and nodded, turning to head down the stairs. By the look on the males face it was probably the last thing he wanted, but Samuel had long run out of things to talk about and couldn't just lay on Micha all day. Leading the way back down to the kitchen he wondered about where he should start. "Alright well, you've already seen my bedroom, the pool, the basement, living room, and kitchen. Is there any place in particular you want to check out?" he asked curious as he lead the way downstairs. Once they reached the ground floor, he walked past the living room and into the kitchen to drop off the mugs into the sink. He then turned toward ushering him towards the main hallway. He looked the different halls over, waiting for the male to pick a way he wanted to explore first.

Samuel stood waiting patiently to see where the male might want to go first. If for no better reason to look around, it couldn't hurt to at least know where all the exits were in case of an emergency. Though if Micha ever slept in any room beside his own, he wasn't sure if that would be much of a problem since whoever built this house thought to set it up a bit like a hotel and include emergency maps on the back of each bedroom door. As the male spoke, he gave a small shrug. "I don't know you tell me. I mean there's the main bar, the ballroom, a bowling alley, the library covers two floors; and could you really find your way out of this place in an emergency?" As he spoke he could tell the male really wasn't feeling it. But Samuel was bored, he couldn't laze about all day. Even at twenty-five he was as restless as ever. Sighing he ran a hand through his hair. "Alright sourpuss, if you don't wanna explore then what do you want to do?" he asked curiously. Honestly the only thing that was coming to mind for himself to do was either workout or simply work. He'd already gone through half of his daily routine, what else was there to do?

Samuel stood there rubbing the back of his neck with uncertainty. He wasn't at all annoyed with the male. Just not sure what to do. If Micha wanted to go back upstairs he could. He could easily entertain himself with a couple of hours of something like Final Fantasy VII, Assassin's Creed III, or Catherine. When he offered to show the male around it wasn't to show off, but merely in case he got lost. He was aware that Micha was likely to stick to him like glue if he was here, but it wouldn't hurt to be precocious. He didn't expect the photographer to be over all the time, so it was easy to forget the things he'd already seen. Samuel dropped his hand from his neck and placed them both into his pants pockets as the male took a step away from him. He stared curious as the male spoke, shrugging at his question. "I don't know, that's why I offered," he replied calmly. He stared at the male again, arching an eyebrow. "Wait.....did you not want to come back? Cause I was only asking you to hang out for days I was actually staying out here. It wasn't like it would be an everyday thing since I only use this house a couple times a year. Most the time I live in my apartment back in the city." Samuel stood there not sure what the male was getting at. He was confused and once again getting stuck between the males sudden mood changes. He tried to keep up, but it was difficult. He couldn't tell if the male was pissed at him or just asking a general question. He kept his gaze on the male, wanting to be perfectly clear that he was not made and would prefer they keep the conversation rolling instead of arguing or falling into uncomfortable silence.

It was nice to know one of them was amused while Samuel was still dazed and confused. If the male didn't want to go around fine they didn't have to. He stood with his hands dug deep into his pockets, staring down at the male, nodding as he spoke. He didn't exactly understand what he meant by that last line, what did he mean not to expect him to always agree? He knew Micha wasn't always going to agree with him. That was one of the reasons they fought so much to begin with. They were both stubborn and could almost never find something to agree upon. It was frustrating and almost made him a little glad that this thing....whatever they were to each other, it was just that and not just another complicated relationship. So why did it feel like the starting of one? He didn't understand. As the male spoke again, he focused on what he was saying and merely nodded. "Yeah okay, let me grab some shoes and my keys." he replied quietly. Leaving the male standing in the foyer, he headed back upstairs, there he grabbed a pair of plain black sneakers and his car keys from a top the dresser. Soon coming back downstairs, minutes later, he turned to the male waiting to see if he was ready to go."Ready, he asked softly.

Samuel knew he was making things difficult by not committing himself to the male. But what could he say? He had always been open about his relationships, this was nothing new for him. If Micha couldn't handle it, then they could simply go back to being barman and customer. There was nothing wrong with that, at least to him. Coming back downstairs, he was rather pleased the male actually waited for him and didn't take off on his own. He was so stubborn it wouldn't surprise him if Micha did think about leaving on his own while Samuel had been upstairs. Leading the way towards the door in the kitchen, he let Micha go first as he set the alarm and locked up. Walking around the house to his car, he unlocked the doors and slid into the drivers seat. He waited for Micha to get in before starting up the car and speeding down the driveway. Pressing a small button on the dash, the front gate swung open and he was soon out on the open road.

The ride to the station was a silent one. Samuel had run out of things to say and didn't want to risk making things anymore awkward than they already were. Traffic was smooth and it wasn't long before they were pulling up to the station. He parked the car along the curb and leaned across the console to kiss the males cheek. "I'll call you later, alright." he said softly. "And don't forget about Friday. I'll be around to pick you up at seven." As Micha got out of the car, he sighed softly and pulled away from the curb moments later. With nothing else better to do, he decided he could probably kill some time at the club working. He didn't care that he wasn't dressed up or even in any of his usual work wear. It wasn't as though he was planning on doing his usual routines of walking around, just some paper work.

Leaving the male on the curb as he pulled away, he cursed himself for looking back at him in the rear view mirror. It seemed that no matter how many times he told himself that this wasn't a relationship, the more it seemed even more like one. He needed something to do, get out of his head. Speeding off in the direction of his club, he parked in back and took a minute to get it together before going inside. Cutting the engine and walking towards the rear entrance, he looked around the parking lot. Aside from his own, there was only one other and he recognized it instantly. Going inside, he headed through the silent hallways and into his office. "Hey he said softly to his partner in crime.


Alaine sat at his desk with his hair tied back in a small ponytail, red Beats headphones hanging around his neck, and a pair of black reading glasses threatening to fall off the edge of his nose at any given moment. The male looked up as he heard the others' voice, giving him a small smile. "Hey, what are you doing here? I thought you took off this week." Samuel gave a light shrug as he found no real answer to give for his reason being here. Coming to the club had become something of a habit to him when his mind was too cluttered to think straight. Walking past the male, he went around to his own desk, unlocking the bottom desk drawer and pulling out the laptop he used for work. "My entertainment went home and I got bored. What are you doing here?" he replied, not at all minding that his co-owner was striving to keep up with things. Alaine shrugged as well, giving a small smile indicating he fell asleep here and was making up time. Nodding in understanding, Samuel opened his laptop and began to work the moment the machine came to life. No words were needed, just work. For the most part it was keeping him focused. But at the same time he couldn't get the male off his mind, he needed a better distraction. Rising from his chair, Samuel headed towards the filing cabinet where he kept his stash of cigarettes. Pulling out a pack, he slipped the filter between his lips and flopped back against the couch as he lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. He closed his eyes as the smoke burned his lung, blowing it out in a rush seconds later.

Alaine stared curiously at his colleague. He had seen the man frustrated plenty of times, but this seemed like a new form of frustration. His first instinct was to ask what was wrong, but he already knew from experience that it would be pointless. Going towards the male, he sat down beside him and took a cigarette for himself from the carton between them. "Want to tell me about him?" he asked softly, thinking it better to just let Samuel vent. He smiled as the male took his offer, laying his head down in his lap as he went on about some regular he'd seen him talking with on several occasions. It was a rare thing to hear Samuel prattle on about his love life. The man never allowed himself to become emotionally involved with others. He listened as Samuel went on about his latest events and feelings. If he didn't know better he sounded like any other guy with a crush, but he wasn't going to tell Samuel that. He was a smart man, he could figure his own problems out. Alaine was simply a distraction to him. He was pretty much done with his work and now was just wondering if he might be able to see Liam tonight.

As he went on and on, time passed without him even realizing. They'd both gone through at least five cigarettes each, Alaine had put half of Samuel's hair into short braids, and it was almost time to open up the club for the night. He didn't want to work tonight. He barely worked while he was here. He sighed softly as he rose from Alaine's lap figuring he should be heading home for the day. Giving his farewells, he walked back through the club and out to his car. Bit of rain spit across his windshield as he drove home before turning into a sudden downpour when he got home. He parked his car in front of the house and raced for the door, struggling for a few minutes to find the right key and get the door open. The alarm rang as the door opened, he punched in the number to stop the ear piercing ringing. Once things were quiet, he sighed, leaving his shoes by the door and dragging himself up to his bedroom. He wasn't sure what to do the rest of today. He stripped down to his boxers and flopped down on the bed, his phone forgotten and having completely forgotten about his promise to call Micha. He laid there til sleep took over, the sound of the rain hitting the windows and low thunder were calming. Samuel would talk to Micha later, for now he slept.

The rain continued in the night and well into the next morning. For the first few hours he slept soundlessly. But afterwards, he found himself more awake than ever. He lay there listening to the storm, tossing and turning with little success at finding sleep again. When the sky started to lighten, Samuel admitted defeat and decided to head downstairs to begin his morning routine. He started a fresh pot of coffee, and headed off towards the pool to do his morning laps. Stripping out of his clothes and into a pair of trunks, he came back out, diving into the deep end of the pool. Swimming back and forth he allowed all his frustrations and anything else bothering him go. He was going to need to call Micha later, but for now he would wait. It was simply too early and he doubted the photographer would be up yet.

He finished up his last few laps and got out of the pool. He didn't bother with relaxing in the hot tub or waste time just floating around. He wasn't in the mood. He headed into the locker room again, and started up the shower, not at all noticing the bit of paper Micha had left behind with his address scribbled across it. Tossing his trunks into the hamper, he stepped under the waters spray. The paper in the shower was soon drenched and the writing on it completely illegible and still Samuel took no notice. He simply went about washing his hair and body, finishing up some ten minutes later. When he was done, he came out of the shower, wrapping a clean towel around his waist and heading up to his room to get dressed. Walking through his house, he ignored that familiar irritating feeling of being alone in such a big space. The sound of the storm going wasn't helping his unease. Samuel couldn't understand why he got this feeling everytime a person left him. He wasn't lonely by any means. He had everything he needed, so what was this? Shaking his head, he went into his bedroom, drying off and heading into his closet where he pulled out a pair of shorts and a black t-shirt. He quickly dressed and picked up his phone as he again left his room. "Hey, you up?" he texted, figuring a text would be better instead of trying to call him so early in the morning.