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 Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 8:26 am
Of all the things Ever expected to come out of Damian's mouth, bald confession definitely wasn't high on his list. Much of his time used to be spent in these places, and Ever'd grown accustomed to the posturing, the teasing, frequently the lying or drama, but very rarely were people quietly fidgety. And the truth was rare within these walls.
"...um." It took him off guard, suffice to say, and sapped away any thoughts he might have had about wandering, himself. Scarred fingers slid up into the back of his hair and his mouth shifted as he considered how to answer that.
"Then I take it you're not...ah." Awkward. He was deflating, floundering as he considered exactly how to answer, and dug for a more roundabout way to ask the question. "I don't know. Have you kissed women?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 11:06 am
As drunk as he was Damian could tell he was making Ever feel awkward, even a blind man could see that. <********> He was making a right mess of things. Lifting a hand he scrubbed his face with it trying to get his mins straight, but it was difficult.
The other man's voice had the redhead turning towards him, staring for a moment. When the question was finally asked he sighed. "Yeah, women are easy. Say the right thing, compliment them in just the right way and they'll fall into bed with you." Okay, it wasn't quite that easy, but he was simplifying things. "Guys are hard though, I dunno. I need like...lessons." He laughed at his own words, but then a drunken idea dawned on him. "Heeey, you could give me lessons, on like what to do, how to kiss, or whatever." He paused digging his wallet out of his back pocket. "I could pay you. I have..." He rifled through the bills attempting to count, luckily they were mostly fives so it wasn't very hard math. "Twenty-eight dollars."
Silver eyes glanced up at Ever from his wallet, looking hopeful. He just needed some help, he needed something that wasn't alcohol to give him the self-confidence to at least kiss his boyfriend. Of course being in the complete wrong state of mind he wasn't thinking about the fact that Carter would probably be pissed, or at least hurt, if he found out what Damian was doing. The best course of action would just to be to talk to the bluenette, but the redhead felt too awkward to do that. Talking wasn't one of his strong points, he was better at doing- usually.
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Posted: Wed Jun 29, 2011 2:19 pm
"...uh." His expression was closing down at that, as opposed to going open and agreeable. Some wall going up, even through the haze of alcohol and his generally friendly attitude. Ever floundered with that offer, licking his lips and working very hard to put thoughts together.
"Man...if you want practice, looking like that, you can get practice easy enough." He leaned forward just a little, gesturing out into the crowd, but it wasn't as casual as it had been. It was sharper. Maybe he was annoyed.
"Just about any pick up line will work, somewhere like this." A pause, a breath, and he actually caught Damian's eyes. "In fact, the only one I can think of that probably won't is offering someone cash."
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 9:42 pm
Damian realized his mistake as he watched the other man shut down. He wasn't drunk enough to be able to overlook his faux pas. Money wasn't always the answer, and it especially wasn't in this situation. Shoving his wallet back in his pocket he groaned, both hands rubbing at his face.
"Oh man, I ******** up, didn't I?" He felt like an idiot, what had made him think that was a good idea? Probably all the rum and cokes he drank. Leaning back against his chair his hands fell in his lap and he looked around the bar, then back to Ever. "Sorry, man, I'm just at a loss, you know?" He shook his head, raking his fingers through his hair.
He glanced out at the guys dancing on the floor, thinking about what the other man had said. He wasn't sure he wanted to do that. Wouldn't it be cheating on Carter? But then he had just propositioned another man which would most likely also count as cheating. It didn't help that the thought of making out with some random stranger wasn't exactly appealing. At least Ever had been nice enough, until Damian threw money at him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 12:27 pm
"It's okay, I'm just...not that...desperate, right now." For the cash or for anything else; Ever swiped at his hair as he said it, torn between embarrassed and frustrated, still. His eyes not on Damian but on the crowd around them, on his empty glass, and his attention wandering a bit.
It was an effort to haul his usual smile back, but once he had, things clicked easily back into place. He kicked the other man under the table, just hard enough to catch his attention, and then nodded up toward the bar.
"Buy drinks to make up for it. Something strong, no fruit." His tone went dry with this last; an old joke, and one he'd probably used a hundred times. "Line's not that bad. Flirt with the bartender, see how it feels."
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 11:58 am
Damian groaned raking his fingers through his hair again. He wasn't really good in awkward situations. He was usually the guy keeping things from getting awkward in the first place. The redhead was a bit confused on what to do now, maybe he should leave? Or would that be rude?
He was saved from having to figure that out when Ever got his attention with a kick. Damian turned towards him, eyebrows lifted. Huh? He followed his nod towards the bar. More drinks? Well, he supposed he could do that, at this point getting more drunk couldn't really make the situation worse. "Alright," He was standing up when the other man mentioned flirting with the bartender. Wait, what? He wasn't quite sure that was such a good idea, but flirting wasn't really cheating right? And that was sort've why he had gone to the bar in the first place. It was all an extremely misguided effort to be better for Carter.
Walking away from the table he made his way up to the bar, doing his best to skirt the dance floor, and not fall on his a** when he ran into a chair. Rubbing his hip he leaned against the bar top waiting until the bartender had a free moment to grab his attention.
A few minutes later he was heading back to their table a glass in either hand. He wasn't exactly sure what he had gotten, having asked for the strongest thing drink they had. He thought the bartender might have mentioned what it was, but he had been too busy trying to come up with some sort of pick up line that he totally missed it. It turned out that while he was a hit with ladies, he was sucking at flirting with men.
He set the drinks on the table and sat down, rubbing the back of his neck. "I suck at this." Lifting his drink to his lips he took a gulp and immediately started coughing. "Holy s**t," Whatever the bartender had mixed together burned like fire on the way down, but it did it's job, making him warm from the inside out and soaking his bloodstream with even more alcohol.
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 9:25 pm
It was good, though; it gave Ever time to think, to consider his reply, to hunt for the right words. He was tipsy, but not so drunk that it entirely sapped his wits -- after all, he'd been able to say 'no', hadn't he? That must have counted for something...
He looked up at Damian as he returned, unspeaking for the moment, just reaching out to nab his drink and draw it in closer. The other man had better appreciate this. Usually Ever just said the first thing which came to mind, which in this case probably would not have turned out so well...
"Look." He swished his drink, leaning forward a little, chin settling down into his hand. "If you just want to sort out if you're definitely attracted to men, what you do is you go dance real close to someone and I'm sure the answer'll spring up, if you know what I mean."
Okay. So he was still a bit crude. He sipped at the booze, twitching at how strong it was -- and then going appreciative. Good to keep in mind, though it was probably pricier than his usual. "If you want to sort out if you're attracted to your friend, go home and dance real close to him instead. Yeah?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 2:04 am
When Ever spoke Damian turned his head towards him, arching a brow as he suggested dancing up against some random guy and seeing what happened. The idea didn't really appeal to him, either he wouldn't be attracted and be even more confused about what he was doing with Carter, or he would be attracted and then he'd be stuck dancing with some guy while having to deal with the bulge in his pants.
The second suggestion was taken with a bit more consideration, at least if he went home and ended up with a hard on he'd be able to take care of it one way or another. Yes, that was it. He'd go home and get close to Carter and see what happened. At least then he'd know. Picking up his drink he gulped the contents down, slamming the glass on the table. Coughing he stood up. "That," He paused as the room tilted, his grip tightening on the edge of the table. "Is a very good idea, I'm gonna go do that right now." He clapped Ever on the back and then started to weave his way through throngs of guys, stumbling more often than not.
Eventually though he made it to the door, and completely forgetting that he had driven there he started walking home, a determined look on his face. Damian Cole was on a mission.
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