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 Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 6:12 am
 posting style by: ilyasviel16location ♦ greeting Scott, then doing a multitude of things
emotion ♦ suspicious, then annoyed
companion ♦ Scott, then Albert and Scott
attire ♦ look down
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updownArthur lead themselves down a few hidden streets and alleys down the Red Light District. The neon lights were harsh and strong, threatening to burn his eyeballs if he didn't look away, but come to think of it, they had gotten used to the colored blings of the place. Different clubs and bars were lined up, others extremely obvious, and the other only accessible to those with connections. Arthur had decided to take Scott to a place where Steph considered the 'most VIP of the VIP.' The place was only open to a few select people, and Steph was well-known there, ever since high school.
updownHe briefly glanced back towards Scott, barely containing his anxiety. His hands were casually pocketed in his jeans, and there was a languid stride in his steps. "This place will humor you, no worries." He stood in front of a dark and dimly-lit small building with the words 'Ecstasy' plastered in pale neon lights. There was an atmosphere around the place. Arthur surged forward, confidently walking up to the bouncer that guarded the entrance. He squinted at the young Yaxley. "You don't even look legal, mate."
updownArthur gave a cool smile. "Hello to you, too, Brian. That greeting is getting a tad bit rusty, isn't it? Just a tad." The shaved man shook his head amusedly and waved them in, eying Scott with suspicious curiosity. It was rare, no, impossible for Arthur to step into the place with a companion other than Steph, and this lad over here... he didn't seem even familiar. Brian was certain that he had never seen the man here. Was Arthur finally breaking his reputation of being un-wooable?
updownArthur took his usual position on the bar, leaning casually on the table behind him after giving a curt nod towards the bartender. "Tell me, then, Scott," Arthur hesitated at the name, once again testing how it rolled off his tongue. He wasn't used to calling people by their first names; he just that detached from the outer world. "What spurned on this invitation." It was an invitation of another playful banter, and Arthur couldn't help but hesitantly admit to himself that he was, indeed, enjoying this.
updownBut before Scott would utter even a single word of reply, two strong arms came and trapped Arthur between themselves. Tensing, Arthur looked up and found himself staring at the amused silver eyes of one Albert Dalton. He felt a choked breath leave him before he recomposed himself, blue-black eyes hardening. "Well, well, well. If it isn't our dear Arthur. Steph not with you? Isn't this rare. Usually, you'd be smacked-up pressed against each other."
updownArthur's eyes sharpened to a glare. "You know how the saying goes, Al. When the cat's away, the mice will play. Now, if you don't mind, I would really appreciate it if you'd step away," he said. Something flashed behind those dark orbs, something threatening. His fingers wrapped around Albert's forearm, tightening painfully to the point that Albert's eyes twitched. He smirked and used his free hand to tilt Arthur's face upwards, towards his own. Silver searched dark blue. "No need to go all Ice Prince on me, Arthur. I liked you better when you were a lot more..." he paused, eyes trailing up and down Arthur's body in an unmasked leer. "...submissive."
updownArthur slapped the hand away. "Must I remind you that I was the reason you were expelled out of Oxford, Albert? I did not hesitate the first time, and I certainly won't, when given the chance."
updownAlbert snarled and looked at Scott, then back to Arthur. "You're playing with fire, Blake. You'll soon get burnt, you'll see." He laughed, a cruel chuckle reverberated into his ears before disappearing into the crowd.
updownHe sighed and let the tension seep from his shoulders. His hand ran through his messy black locks. He peered at Scott from underneath his fringe and raised an eyebrow. "My apologies. I sincerely hope I didn't scare you away?"
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ｊｕｓｔ ｆｏｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｅｙｅｓ, ｔａｋｅ ｍｅ ａｗａｙ
ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｉ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｔａｋｅ ｔｈｉｓ ｐａｉｎxxxxxxxxxxx ( ooc: Forgive me for the sucky description. I don't even know how those places are supposed to look like. Just think of it to your imagination, because I have none. ) xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 5:25 am
 Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｈｏｗ Ｉ'ｍ ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅｄ ｔｏ ｂｅ Ｉｎ ａ ｌａｎｄ ｏｆ ｍａｋｅ-ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
In his time, Scott had been to his fair share of Britain's famed hotspots. Whether it be having a meeting with some investors, attending the reception of a social event for the tabloids, having dinner with his 'father', and Fitz, or simply having a boring meal and a drink with Natalie to get him buzzed enough to endure her company, Scott had pretty much seen it all when it came to London's nightlife. This was, however, a fact he was not going to share with Arthur. Instead, he decided to pay attention to his surroundings, as he was wont to do, and noticed that this was a club to which he'd never been before. Well, that was a first. Compared to the posh little bistros Nat always dragged him to, this seemed to be the paragon of a city rat's night out. Strobe lights were pulsing out neon waves that danced on his skin like sunlight, and there was actually decent music playing--not that trashy mainstream pants that he was convinced Felix had an entire playlist of.
However, he was not too preoccupied as to not notice the wary interest he was being eyed with by the beefy, buzz-cutted bouncer that greeted them at the door. It piqued Scott's curiosity a little bit, so Arthur wasn't joking when he'd hinted that he knew his way around the red-light district. Oh well, Scott mused, shrugging his way into the club. He didn't really care, the blonde really was an easy person. In fact, Arthur being one to frequent watering holes and such? It was actually pretty hot, in his opinion.
So far, Scott was having quite a good time basking in the sound of Arthur's voice. Well, in all of him, actually. It was quite a sight to drink in, a fit young bloke with a penchant for good conversation. Refreshing, for someone who spent most of his time with a thumping bore he wasn't even attracted to. Granted, Natalie was something, but to this half-bent male, she wasn't something. Arthur, on the other hand, at that moment, was everything. Scott couldn't feel the pull of magnetism to the blackette any more than he already did even if he tried.
He was right in the middle of answering a question Arthur had posed to him, when all of a sudden, they were interrupted. A cocky little hard guy had butted in and taken the saying 'three's a crowd' to a whole new level. Scott felt some kind of possessive anger well up inside him as the t**t draped himself all over his date in a way that could only be described as provocative.
But it seemed like Arthur knew this guy, Scott thought, as he started replying to the Lothario snarkily. The thought suddenly popped into Scott's head--what if this guy was a flame? Or even worse, the real deal? Maybe that was why the bouncer had given the blonde Calder heir a weird look when he'd entered the watering hole...Arthur was probably already spoken for. Scott's heart sank into his stomach, stewing in a pool of what felt like rejection, along with mortification. This would probably end up as a shambolic situation that he'd have to do damage control for, lest the Calder name be tainted with his off-hours idiotic decisions. A lump formed in his throat at the thought of this spiraling out of control and putting him in a compromising position.
However, that lump was quickly swallowed in relief as Arthur all but told the other male, apparently named Albert, to stuff it. With one last spitting remark, he legged it and made for the door. A few seconds later, Scott could hear Arthur's follow-up inquiry asking him if he was okay. He considered turning to him and addressing the masked concern he could sense radiating off him, but he'd already made his decision. Standing up and hastily excusing himself, Scott made quick work of finding the douche in question.
"You there, John Thomas," the blonde called, knowing it would catch the arsehole's attention. They'd come to a stop in an alleyway just a little ways off the club, and Scott stood stiffly in front of the guy."I don't quite like the way you treated my date tonight. If you had any sense in that noggin of yours, you'd know not to disrespect people who have a higher chance of kicking your sad arse to the curb--in all aspects."
He raised an eyebrow and grabbed the oaf by the scruff of his collar. In a non-violent, not fueled by rage way. Apathetically, with a 'screw with me and I leave you so penniless that you'll have naught but a single pound to buy yourself moldy, day-old bread not even worth a pigeon's second glance to feed yourself with' kind of look. Well, there was an inkling of truth in the rumors around the Calder Group of Companies, that when Scott Calder was narked you'd ought to be running for the hills. Or flinging yourself of the London Bridge. Either way, his wrath was a formidable force, subtle but downright terrifying.
"Unless you'd want me to teach you that lesson myself, I'd gladly keep you locked up in Her Majesty's pleasure, where sodding nesh write-offs like you belong." He narrowed his eyes at Albert, shoving him lightly against the alley wall. "But touch him, look at him or so much as breathe in his direction again, I will not hesitate to make you wish that the worst thing you could've done tonight was leave a pavement pizza on the sidewalk." Letting him go, Scott scoffed and made his retreat.
"Now run along you bloody git, before I change my mind and give you a knuckle sandwich for your rat's arssery."
Going back inside the club, Scott gave a little nod to Brian, who'd seen the debacle out of the corner of his eye. The blonde couldn't contain his smug little smirk at the impressed look the bouncer shot him. He made his way back to the bar and took a seat beside Arthur. Flagging down the bartender, he said smoothly, "I'll have a bourbon," as if nothing ever happened. And shooting his date a reassuring smile, he added "And I'll be taking care of this gent's tab tonight, if you will."
Realizing that he'd never gotten the chance to answer Arthur's question, Scott cleared his throat and leaned against the bartop contemplatively. "Hmmm, to be honest," he muttered, "I myself am not quite sure how to answer that." He flashed a cheeky little grin. "Perhaps you could say that I've gotten into the habit of appreciating the beauty around me, like a total sap?" He chuckled.
"Asking a handsome lad who I may or may not fancy out isn't such a crime, don't you think?" He smiled fondly this time. The night was still young, and there was still much fun to be had, after all. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
Ｔｈａｔｄｏｅｓｎ'ｔ ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ｉｎ ｍｅ | Ecstasy | Arhur, then the t**t 'Albert' | Midnight blue blazer, steel gray button-down, stone-washed jeans, oxfords | Gutted | ( ooc: STUPID LIFE. ARGH. )
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 10:55 am
posting style by: ilyasviel16location ♦ talking to Scott
emotion ♦ perturbed, amused
companion ♦ Scott
attire ♦ look down
updownWhen Scott abruptly excused himself, no doubt to talk to Albert as the male exited the club. His fingers drummed rhythmically against his pale cheek, blue eyes glued to the ice cubes that tinkled around the clear liquid when he swirled his glass in thought. Instinctively, he drowned out all the sounds and sights that penetrated his senses and threatened to make him go running for the hills and just curl up in a corner and read.
updownWith the unannounced cross of fate with Dalton, Arthur was rethinking his decision to come here. From what he knew, Albert wasn't one of the people on the list allowed to come into the place. But then again, he had been able to bail out on Steph's outings for a few months now. And a lot of things could happen in a few months.
updown"Must be hard having blokes scrambling for your arse, Calder." Hearing the accursed name, Arthur's head whipped towards the bartender, a grinning male a few years older than him, with a charming smile and warm brown eyes that matched his wavy locks. "But then again, it's quite the catch."
updownArthur snorted, a small smile surfacing on his face. His facade melted a little. This person he knew. Tanner Bout was a senior from his high school, when he was a freshman. They had both attended the same club for three years, because Tanner was stupid enough to repeat his final year for a couple of years. And because of this personal connection, Tanner knew of his real name. A frown marred his features. "It's Yaxley, Tanner. Keep it memorized." He raised a haughty eyebrow, his index finger waggling at the brunet, making him chortle at the exaggerated tone of superiority.
updownThey talked for a while, catching up on things, while Arthur was forced to swallow the anxiety he was feeling. Something was going on outside. Something between Albert and Scott. And if that blasted pillowbiter (but saying that would be pretty much hypocrisy) says anything about him being the Calder heir, Arthur was going to summon all of his buried strength from being forced to take track during middle school and just go with a nutshot and aim directly in the middle.
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updownUntil now, Arthur still intrigued Albert. From their college days, the young ex-Calder was one of the most quiet and subdued people in Oxford. But when Albert committed the mistake of trying to get into the pants of both him and Stephanie, he was met with the fate of getting expelled from the prestigious school due to multiple filed cases of attempted rape, drugs, and harassment. No doubt about it, the boy could bite if he wanted to. And Albert was still bitter about his expulsion.
updownHe heard a distinct voice call out to him, and made him turn around. Ah, Scott Calder, the almost-there CEO of CGC. Apparently, the cocky male was Arthur's date tonight. But Albert was assuming that Scott was only assuming this, since Arthur was blatantly polite to refuse every time someone asked him out. A sort of hysterical grin appeared on his lips, but it was barely seen in the dim lightings of far-away neon signs. He let Scott have his way with him. He detected a slight attachment in Scott's actions. The sight made him inwardly chuckle. His friends had always considered him masochistic for always going for the hard ones, but the blonde male was just hilarious, in his opinion. Maybe it was the alcohol going to his mind, but, who knows.
updownWhen his collar was released and Scott's monologue performed, Albert merely said to him, "Leg it, mate. That's one sure to drag you down. He has secrets you'd rather not know." With that, he too, made his retreat.
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updownArthur was still in the middle of a conversation with Tanner when Scott walked back in, looking pretty proud of himself. Arthur raised an eyebrow at this, and hurriedly pulled all of his defenses back. His talk with Tanner had relaxed him a bit, to the point that he almost looked bored, but he forced himself to act accordingly to his companion. What Albert had said had left him thinking. And all things considered, he had an inkling of sense. Scott was connected to the business industry, and no doubt, he knew the name Calder.
updownTo be honest, Arthur was a bit surprised at what Scott had said. And he blinked before smiling, and it was softer than his usual smirk. "I do suppose that answers my question," he muttered, sipping from his glass slowly, eyes never leaving Scott's golden ones.
updownThe bartender put down Scott's order, snickering, eyes still on Arthur. "Arthur Blake, the pretty boy ponce. Seeing you like this is certainly amusing."
updownA deep sigh issued from Arthur as he slid his empty glass towards Tanner with a dry look. He broke his eye contact with Scott and spoke firmly, words slow and softly threatening. "I am making the eyes at you, Bout, for you to take the hint and cease your cockblocking. I am trying to enjoy my date, and I am asking you directly to stuff it."
updownTanner merely chuckled. He refilled Arthur's glass. "Harsh." But he left the two of them alone. "See you around, Calder." Arthur's eyes widened at this, but what Scott said drowned his reaction out. Beauty, huh. Huh. Huh.
updownArthur felt his cheeks go warm, but thanked the strobe lights for casting different colored lights around the place. He raised his glass slightly towards Scott. "Where were we? Oh, yes, of course." He carefully sipped his drink, careful not to ingest too much at once. He had never tried to test how much his alcohol tolerance would take him, and he wasn't going to risk that tonight. Not tonight.
updownA small smirk decorated his lips as he pushed his glasses up his nose. "I'm surprised you aren't wondering why I had accepted, although. The way your eyes stick to me... are you quite done calculating, analyzing?" He knew that kind of look; after all, he did it quite often when he was curious, although his was a more of... nerd-ish squint.
ｊｕｓｔ ｆｏｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｅｙｅｓ, ｔａｋｅ ｍｅ ａｗａｙ
ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｉ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｔａｋｅ ｔｈｉｓ ｐａｉｎxxxxxxxxxxx ( ooc: Long. Omg, asdfgklhkjhd. IT IS LONGGGG. And, I'm actually fond of Tanner. /shot For some unknown reason. ) xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 5:19 am
Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｈｏｗ Ｉ'ｍ ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅｄ ｔｏ ｂｅ Ｉｎ ａ ｌａｎｄ ｏｆ ｍａｋｅ-ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
Right when Scott turned back to Arthur, his brain, ever sharp and alert after years of honing it to be nothing less than an analytical machine; registered a few details. Inconspicuous little things, barely there hints that Scott shouldn't have even noticed in the first place. But he did. The lax expression on his mien had suddenly been replaced with a down-played rigidity that bunched up in his shoulders and made his eyes go slightly more indescribable than the blonde Calder heir could already comprehend. Somehow, he felt the strangest sort of magnetism with the other male, which was a completely novel and foreign concept to him. As if he were the tide being tugged by the force of gravity, inching closer to the two night-blue moons that were Arthur's eyes. Poetic, true, and sappy beyond most imaginable levels. What in the name of Fitz's ever precious jade paperweights was the matter with him now?
And if it was possible for him to be any more sugary than...well, molasses, which he highly doubted it was, Arthur's answering smile at his cheeky compliment was enough to do the trick. He met his date's gaze with equal favor, cool as a cucumber on the outside. But perhaps the only telltale sign that betrayed his inner turmoil was the almost unnoticable movement of his Adam's apple bobbing downwards through his starched collar. A gulp. Was he nervous? Psh, that hardly ever happened. But then again, there was always a first for everything. This certainly was the first time the blonde had ever been out with someone he was this into before.
For a moment, Scott's attention snapped away from Arthur in a millisecond, a feat which he didn't even consider until now. Not the millisecond thing, but the fact that something else could distract him in the first place. When he pinpointed its source, though, one could argue that it was a pretty legitimate reason concerning the likes of someone like him. The bartender, as he sashayed away without a care in the world, had called him. Him, Scott Calder. On a last-name, 'Are we even friends...like, wait. Do I even know you?' old buddies basis. Before Scott had even mentioned his name, paid the bill, or even told Arthur what his name was. Was it possible that he was recognized here? A thousand thoughts charged into his mind all at once like angry honeybees deprived of a proper hive. What if someone spotted them together? He wasn't ready for that, not on the first date. Like, hell, what if Natalie heard about this? Word traveled fast in the high society, if someone could piece it together quick enough, then surely she'd be hearing about it before the end of the night. And that was not enough time for Scott to make his move, suave persona regardless.
However, before he could dwell on it too much, he'd once again been reigned in by Arthur--like the sick little love-struck puppy dog he was--and started hanging onto the words that came out of the other male's mouth. Mirroring his movements, Scott also took a swig of his own drink, and well...needless to say, he didn't worry much after that. Not with that pleasant buzz ringing in his ears and some attractive company lounging around beside him. He smirked at Arthur's query, really. What a suspicious little bloke he was. Scott found it rather endearing, save for his embarrassment at being called out on staring--which was something that even he himself was not aware of doing.
"Calculating? Analyzing?" He arched a brow in mirth. "That's a rather crass way to put it, isn't it?" He chuckled. "I prefer the term 'admiring'. It sounds much more fitting. But you'll have to excuse the staring either way, though. It seems like you've given me no leeway to keep my eyes off of you tonight." Looking like that, he added silently, trying to remember to keep a straight face.
"As for me not wondering why you had accepted, I didn't really put much thought into it, to be honest." He admitted sheepishly. "This whole thing feels like some whirlwind situation right now." And it was true. This didn't even come close to the evening Scott had in mind as he'd gotten up that morning. But hell, he wasn't complaining. "Perhaps I'm still just marvelling at my luck right now." He smiled, and for a moment, gone was the Mr. Scott Calder, next in line CEO for the CGC. In his stead there was Scotty, the little boy from Holmes Chapel who went door to door selling lemonade and old trinkets for a quid or two to keep in his little piggybank.
Only Arthur brought out that Scott, he decided. And that was something he missed. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
Ｔｈａｔｄｏｅｓｎ'ｔ ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ｉｎ ｍｅ | Ecstasy | Arhur, the bartender...'Bout'? | Midnight blue blazer, steel gray button-down, stone-washed jeans, oxfords | Unexplainable | ( ooc: ... )
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Posted: Mon Jan 21, 2013 6:09 am
posting style by: ilyasviel16location ♦ talking to Scott
emotion ♦ thoughtful, doubtful
companion ♦ Scott
attire ♦ look down
updownAnd, dundunduuuuuuuuuuun, here it comes, on a royally silver platter! He sipped his drink carefully, hiding the slightest dust of pink on his cheeks. The liquid in his glass must be getting to his head. He had vowed off alcohol for the rest of his life ever since high school, but he wouldn't put it past Tanner to mix some into his drink. It wasn't that he was easily drunk. But he could be pretty embarrassing when he finally was. And with how his blood pounded loudly in his ears, Arthur was aware that he was nearing the point of being tipsy, and it would only be a matter of minutes until he really was intoxicated.
updownBut he, unconsciously, had consented to the little bit of alcohol in his drink. Now that he thought about it, if he wanted to to keep his facade, then he would need to loosen up, and keep the tension away from his shoulders. Tanner's slip (whether it was on purpose or accident-- though he was willing to bet on the latter) was enough to arouse his inner panicky self. And as far as the situation was telling him, he was only able to keep Scott in his seat and looking at him like that was because of the mask he was wearing. After all, the real Arthur Yaxley wasn't this smooth, underneath all of the layers.
updownHe hummed, drawling out the sound before setting down his glass and drumming his fingers on the bartop. He grinned cheekily, a small sliver of his real persona. "I suppose you'll have to forgive me for not giving you the benefit of the doubt. As you had witnessed earlier, a lot of people around these areas are too keen on trying to woo me over." His eyes narrowed playfully, a smile gracing his lips. "Without much success, no doubt," he said, eyebrow quirked in quiet, wordless challenge.
updownArthur crossed his legs, his drumming fingers trailing from the bartop to his thigh, where the resumed their thoughtful dance. He leaned forward, his fingers stopping to cup his chin and prop them on the metallic surface, near where his nearly empty glass lay. "I'm afraid I'm not a believer of luck, Scott. Life can be pretty unfair, especially for us those born to things we'd rather not be in. And luck just doesn't help you attain what you wish for in life. Skill does, doesn't it?"
updownHe might have sounded a little bit bitter, and a lot more philosophical, but he was speaking from experience. He was not lucky, because he got disowned. He was not lucky, because he had to drop from Oxford. And, no, it wasn't attributed to skill, he supposed. It didn't really take skill to speak back and defy his grandfather. It took courage, bravery, and nerve. And due to what Arthur had experienced in that past... those three words were most optimistic terms for... well, stupidity.
updownAnd speaking of stupidity, he really did need to remind himself that what he was doing right now was really stupid.
ｊｕｓｔ ｆｏｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｅｙｅｓ, ｔａｋｅ ｍｅ ａｗａｙ
ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｉ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｔａｋｅ ｔｈｉｓ ｐａｉｎxxxxxxxxxxx ( ooc: Long. Omg, asdfgklhkjhd. IT IS LONGGGG. And, I'm actually fond of Tanner. /shot For some unknown reason. ) xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2013 4:11 am
Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｈｏｗ Ｉ'ｍ ｓｕｐｐｏｓｅｄ ｔｏ ｂｅ Ｉｎ ａ ｌａｎｄ ｏｆ ｍａｋｅ-ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
Tawny gold orbs drank in the sight before them, moreso transfixed on the spectacle of the dark raven-haired beauty than anything else. Arthur, Scott supposed, was enough to keep him tuned out of the world in a strange sort of harmony, where it was just the two of them in a moment fallen away from everything else. Work, Natalie, Fitz. The memories that kept him up at night, niggling at the back of his brain like some parasitic plague. A mother's tender embrace, a father's sturdy guidance...memories that only existed as dreams. Despite all odds, Scott could only live and breathe in the now. And it was intoxicating, paradisiacal.
Arthur was perhaps one of the most intriguing, complex people Scott had ever met. Not that he'd met many, though. Most of those he'd come across in his years had but one exterior layer to peel back before you were presented with the raw hue of their true personality. Sociological of him, yes, but he had a trained eye that he used well. Like the tiers of a wedding cake, people dolled themselves up with cream and sugar and everything nice for the public. But as the cutter went deeper, you could see the monotony of it all, the mixing of flavor into one principle theme; which basically determined the cake itself. After all, it didn't matter how delicious something looked if it tasted rotten in actuality, didn't it?
With lack of a better word, however, Scott could only name Arthur as...an onion. Not in the sense that he was an unappealing vegetable, because Scott could vehemently protest otherwise. No, it was just...Arthur was an enigma. He had so many layers to him, that would take time, care and God knows what else to go behind in order to see his true self. But that was the thing about onions, once you'd labored over them--cried over them, in fact, it made all the difference. Onions weren't sugar for those who had a sweet tooth and a penchant for inly the finer things in life. They were a staple dish, added to meals to make them more flavorful and add a little spice to the otherwise everyday dullness of life. The analogy was pretty spot-on, if Scott said so himself. Arthur did make him come alive in what should've been The Office, but featuring a zombie CEO. Or maybe just any normal, burnt-out executive. Same thing, really.
He locked eyes with the male in front of him, and wondered just how it was that he could be sporting an obviously alcohol-induced flush--props to him for hiding it well enough though, it would've surely escaped the eyes of anyone other than Scott--and still manage to sound perfectly coherent, not a trace of a slur in his voice. The blonde briefly wondered just what would happen if he got Arthur to loosen up just a little more...where exactly that blush would spread. Then, a second later, he tried chastising himself for the lewdness, until he decided that he was being a hypocrite if he was going to act holier-than-thou on this particular night.
Scott quirked a brow at Arthur's comment. Yes, he had noticed that. "Apology accepted," he nodded, downing the rest of his drink in one smooth swig. Looking down thoughtfully for a split second, his eyes focused on the marble bartop before flickering up to meet the other's. "Something's got to give though, isn't it, Arthur?" He paused momentarily afterward, recalling that now was the first time he'd spoken his name aloud.* And to think, his first name was one of the only things Scott knew about him, save for his occupation. Whilst, on the other hand, Scott wasn't quite sure if he was ready to divulge his own secrets just yet.
"I agree," Scott murmured in response to Arthur's succeeding philosophical spiel. "Agree to disagree, that is." The male knew it was bad etiquette to argue with a date, and just let bygones be bygones, but he couldn't help but feel an instinct to react now. "Life is fair. We get what we get, and it's up to us if we want to change it. I digress, though, when it comes to certain things that are larger than life...but haven't we been proven wrong more than once, by unexplainable phenomena that birthed iconic revolutionists?" He caught himself, smirking in a half-apology. "Then I do suppose that is dependent upon the person's talents. Or skill, as you put it. One does not simply get anywhere in life if they don't go down the path they're meant for, and just lounge under a tree a little ways from the way and take a nap under the shade like Huckleberry Finn." He laughed, grinning slightly at his own ramblings.
"You're right though," he said, "When you say that you don't believe in luck. It hardly works most of the time, wishing to some four-leaf clover deity for something that's usually bound to blow up in your face." He frowned slightly, remembering just what it was that had landed him his job in the first place. Skill? Could be, but Scott didn't think he had that much potential to go beyond a simple banker's job without this opportunity. Maybe it was luck, he was fortunate enough for a blindspot opening when Fitz's grandson had just gotten up and running in all of a day. Urgh, it was all so confusing. So, in the end, he just settled for a cheeky smile and said, "But the idea of luck is romantic, correct? All that destiny and fate cheese. Maybe it's why so many hold onto it."
Scott was aware that somewhere in that sentence he'd committed a fallacy or two, but he was too conflicted to think of anything else. One thing could surely be said, though, and it was that he hadn't felt this challenged on a date by anyone. Ever.
Well, there was a first time for everything, wasn't there? Truer words had never been spoken. ▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅▅
Ｔｈａｔｄｏｅｓｎ'ｔ ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ ｉｎ ｍｅ | Ecstasy | Arhur | Midnight blue blazer, steel gray button-down, stone-washed jeans, oxfords | Unexplainable | ( ooc: Sky had to come this morning to fix the net connection. And I had a relapse today, hence the absence. *And it's the first time, right? )
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 5:26 am
posting style by: ilyasviel16location ♦ talking to Scott
emotion ♦ disgusted, appalled
companion ♦ Scott, random woman
attire ♦ look down
updownArthur actually didn't know what to say to Scott's lengthy response. He wasn't used to discussing these kinds of things at a length; Steph was a careless airhead and Hank was a jock. And he was laying out implications of his part life out in the open. There was nothing that would explicitly define who he was, and he had been careful for it to be that way. Still, this was unusual. Of all things that had crossed his mind of what was to transpire tonight, a philosophical talk regarding fate and luck and skill was something he had no thought. He supposed it had something to do with the fact that Scott was indeed very different from those (few) others that he had let close to him (look where that got him, with Albert).
updownArthur raised a finger to his lips, tapping them in thought. He was saved, however, when a curvy woman in a skimpy leopard outfit sauntered over to him and practically draped herself over his lap. Her arms slithered around his neck, pulling his face closer to her more-than-adequate bust. He barely suppressed a blanch; he was, in no way, attracted to the opposite sex, and this woman, this unknown stranger (he was aware she was one of the workers in Ecstasy, but still) was the epitome of opposite sex.
updownArthur blinked and tried to smooth his surprised expression into a cool countenance. "Yes, how can I help you?" he said, the words falling off his tongue in soft and suave waves, yet they contained an underlying promise of sarcasm and coldness if she doesn't get. her. hands. off. him.
updownThe girl puckered her lips at him. "Well, I see your girlfriend isn't around, and I was thinking, if you were... interested?" she said, her voice dropping an octave to what normal people would say sultry and seductive. But Arthur was a ways away from being 'normal.' And what she did made him cringe, something he hid underneath a chuckle, a low sound that sounded mocking, even to his own ears. "My apologies, young miss, but even though my girlfriend is nowhere to be found, I am quite the loyal lad, so I would have to refuse." Let's just disregard the fact that he didn't deny the rumor that he was Steph's permanent boytoy, ahem, boyfriend.
updownHis finger made their way to her hips, the digits tightly gripping the fabric. He slowly pushed her off him lap, crossing his legs afterwards. He smiled coldly. "Now, if you'd do us gentlemen the favor of coddling yourself to your own business, I would be very much appreciative."
updownShe huffed and trudged away. Arthur let a deep scowl mar his features. "That certainly killed the mood. Would you mind a place change? This is hardly the best place for a proper conversation, if that's what you plan on having." His eyes softened, then sharpened with a challenge.
ｊｕｓｔ ｆｏｌｌｏｗｉｎｇ ｔｈｏｓｅ ｅｙｅｓ, ｔａｋｅ ｍｅ ａｗａｙ
ｂｅｃａｕｓｅ ｉ ｃａｎ'ｔ ｔａｋｅ ｔｈｉｓ ｐａｉｎxxxxxxxxxxx ( ooc: Sorry, I couldn't help it. /shotshot ) xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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