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 Posted: Mon Nov 22, 2010 11:49 am
Senri was sitting in one of the darker corners of the club, sipping his drink. It was everything you expected of a club. The dim lighting, the popular dance floor, the well stocked bar. But it certainly wasn't one of those clubs, whose reputations were constantly questions while certain people exchanged drugs in the corner or the back alley ways. This club was a little more classy then that.
Senri's arm rested on top of the cushioned seats, blue eyes scanning the club. He hadn't taken a particular interest in any particular person .. yet. Not that his performance could be judged this early into the night. If Senri really wanted to, there probably was dozens of available girls that were up for a one night stand. It was merely a matter of finding somebody interesting among the crowd. As the waiter approached him with his order, Senri politely smiled to the young girl.
"Can I interest you in anything else?" Her flirtatious smile may have indicated a double meaning.
"Mm. Not right now." Senri answered with a hint of boredom. "Although that might change." He slid an interested look back towards her. "All right. Let me know." She responded with a sultry smile and went off to serve the other patrons of the club.
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Posted: Tue Nov 23, 2010 8:50 pm
Classy as the club may be, there would always be patrons who didn’t quite meet the usual standards. Paris was that person. He bumped, he grinded, he flirted with abandon, smiling enticingly, twirling his hair around his finger in a sham of coyness, his eyes beckoning, commanding the attention of those around him. He was honestly surprised he’d managed to remain fully clothed. A few wandering hands had tried to make their way up his pleated mini skirt, but other than that the evening had been notably tame.
So far. There was time enough for that to change.
Parched from exerting so much energy on the dance-floor, Paris extricated himself from the grasping arms of his recent partner and backed away. “I need a drink,” he said, grinning when his announcement earned groans and complaints from those within the vicinity. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he promised and slipped away before any of them could stop him.
He escaped the throng of moving bodies as quickly as he could, finally emerging some moments later, after smiling at a couple of rather attractive men and batting a few pairs of hands away. He might not have the impressive bosom that seemed to bait so many, but his a** more than made up for it.
Paris looked around for a member of the wait staff, or an empty seat in which to rest while he ordered his drink, but most of them were already taken. He supposed he’d have to flirt his way in to one of the groups lounging about. Perhaps someone would even be kind enough to buy a drink for him. Paris was always up for a free drink.
He was contemplating the crowded club when his eyes caught on a figure in the corner of the room. The shadows were thicker there, but Paris could see well enough, his eyes accustomed to the dim lighting. As he drew closer, he saw that his sudden interest was not without merit.
Hellooooooooo, Gorgeous.
His face acquiring an almost predatory leer, Paris sidled up to the solitary man and put on his bet ‘come hither’ look. “Hello, there,” he said with a sultry voice. “Mind if I sit here?”
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 12:37 am
"By all means." Senri drawled, not seeing much of a choice, but the lazy smile on his face didn't indicate that he minded. There wasn't much not to like when the person asking was quite pretty after all. Senri crossed his gloved hairs, intertwining his fingers and resting his chin upon his knuckles. He observed the newcomer with a careful glance.. making no move to move from his current seat, considering that there was plenty of room. Especially since it was obvious that he was sitting by himself. But secondly was that he didn't go out of his way for very much people. And that included strangers such as this particular one as well.
"What do I owe to the pleasure of of your attention?" There was a thin veil of irony behind that, Senri knowing full well of his attractiive looks. But he hadn't missed the stranger's popularity either. He had actually drawn quite a crowd that couldn't be missed, but Senri hadn't really been interested enough to venture into that crowd to who was responsible for that feat. Perhaps he should have? His blue eyes glanced from the girl to 'her' adoring crowds again, his eyes containing a hunt of amusement. "How's your fanbase holding up without your presence?" They were pleasantly entertaining, looking around confusedly and searching for their missing idol like fools who didn't know any better.
"Are you sure that you shouldn't be getting back to them? "
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2010 12:12 pm
"Thanks," Paris said rather excitedly as he took one of the nearby seats, far enough away to not invade the stranger's personal space (yet), but close enough to be able to converse over the loud music and get some much desired attention if the young man decided to humor him.
He smiled prettily, lightly fluttering his lashes, though he knew better than to go overboard. "I couldn't help but notice that you were alone is all. I'd have thought someone like you would have plenty of admirers." Wait, did the fact that there wasn't a crowd of people surrounding him mean there was something wrong with this guy? Maybe he was a creep, or some sort of violent maniac fooling unsuspecting young boys with his striking good looks.
Eh. Paris could handle it. He'd been around worse guys.
Paris waved a hand dismissively when his companion observed the confused behavior of the group he'd left on the dance-floor. "They'll be fine. They'll find someone else soon enough. They'll paw at anything so long as it looks good and'll give them what they want. Half of them aren't even my type anyway."
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 12:16 am
Mm. 'No wonder..' Senri thought to himself, showing no outward expression at the practiced flirtatious movements. Senri stared at Paris's pretty smile as well as the fluttering of his eyelashes. He could see why people fell for this particular character; She was cute and flirtatious, yet also flattering. That particular combination would be enough to entice any male. She certainly knew how to use her assets.. and if Senri had to guess, he was sure that this wasn't her first visit nor her last visit to clubs.
"Admirers? Like yours?" He raised a skeptical eyebrow at the disappointed herd. He then turned back to his new tablemate, "..Unfortunately, I'm not exactly fond of males." The sentence was accompanied with a smile, a joke on Senri's part.
"Don't mind me." He waved away the insignificant matter, having chosen to remain by himself. No, he was not any of those occupations. Senri was just your normal (if not more arrogant) male who loved beautiful woman. He could have been surrounded by several empty-headed ditzes, but he wasn't exactly sure where the point was in that. Decorations? At best, he supposed. He honestly preferred woman with substance rather then for show. Although he wasn't deep enough to say that looks weren't important as well.
"So they're easy." Senri said after a notable pause, observing the crowds. "Are you easy as well?" Senri asked with no shame or embarrassment, only sliding a grin towards his companion. He had no qualms about finding out about other people. In particular, if they were available. As much fun as it sounded to deal with an angry boyfriend, it wasn't something that Senri cared to deal with tonight.
"How about it, Miss..?" Introductions were important. After all, what else would he address her by..? Names were there to be used.
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Posted: Thu Nov 25, 2010 3:55 pm
Paris almost pouted at his companion's comment about not being fond of males, but he put up a valiant effort to hold the reaction back. He'd successfully enticed people who claimed a preference for women before, and so far it didn't seem as if this guy realized that he wasn't a girl. That could work into his favor for at least a little while longer. Paris would simply have to see how he reacted once he discovered the truth, and if there would be the potential for some persuasion.
"Easy? Me?" he asked instead, shrugging his shoulders and feigning a coy look in the other young man's direction. "Well, I guess you could say I get around. I don't say 'no' all that often, if that's what you're asking, but then I can be picky, too, when I want to be. But if I find what I'm looking for in a guy, why play hard to get?"
There wasn't any fun in holding out. It was frustrating and boring, and he liked the company of others too much to deny himself or others the pleasure.
"And I'm Paris," he said, purposefully leaving off his last name. It was safer that way; he saw no reason why anyone should need to know it. He held out one of his slim hands to shake. After all, it was the polite thing to do, and this guy definitely wasn't another one of the greasy idiots he usually found himself accompanied by. "And you are...?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 05, 2010 7:15 pm
Senri's grin didn't waiver, not at all deterred by the feigned look in his direction. Senri didn't doubt that Paris was more to used to the attention. The type of confidence that Paris excluded simply didn't grow overnight -- but that was all right by Senri's standards as well. "It all depends on your interest then." Senri summed Paris's response in an answer convenient to his tastes. "And do I interest you?" Although the question didn't require an answer since it was fairly obvious who was interested in who, in this particular case.
"Well, Paris.." Senri noticed the slight omission, having no issue doing the same. Paris was quite pleasant, but all the same, Senri wasn't foolish enough to trust everybody instantly. But going out with them or spending a night? Well, that was different. He took the proffered hand, shaking on their acquaintanceship. "You can call me Senri."
"Now that we're on a first name basis," Senri advanced a bit closer on Paris, curving his hand around his cheek and looking up at him from below. His blue eyes examined Paris from closer up, but that easy grin remained. "Can I order you a drink?" It was a customary action at a club, unless one of Paris's many suitors had already satisfied Paris's thirst.
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Posted: Mon Dec 06, 2010 9:09 pm
Paris laughed lightly at Senri's initial question. "Wouldn't you like to know," he said, though he took his time looking the young man over. He really was very attractive, and he looked even better up close. If all went well, he'd score big time tonight. And here Paris had thought he'd have to spend his evening surrounded by a bunch of vapid idiots. "You do, as a matter of fact. You're different than they are," he elaborated, motioning again toward the group of morons still searching for him. One or two seemed to notice where he was, but didn't appear to be brave enough to interrupt. They must have realized they were out of their league. "It wouldn't kill you to dance, though, would it?"
Well, there'd be time enough for that. No point rushing into things. Paris had had at least one drink already that night, but he could definitely use another; he'd left the group on the dance-floor with the intention of getting one, after all. It simply worked in his favor to have someone -- especially an attractive someone -- order a drink for him. As for whether he had or would be satisfied, well... that depended on which thirst Senri was referring to.
"A Vodka Martini, please," Paris said. He'd considered going with 'I'll have what you're having,' but thought that was too lame and showed a fair amount of ignorance, so he settled on one of his more common choices. "Make it dirty," he added, smiling suggestively and inching just a tiny bit closer to Senri.
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Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 8:00 pm
Senri's elbow was on the table, cradling his face on his palm, his eyes drawn to the same sight that Paris was looking at. "Of course I am." Senri said if it was a given fact. He wasn't going to bother with modesty by this point. Well, when did he ever? It wasn't exactly his fault that he had been blessed with a handsome face. And a better personality. He would rather burn in hell then chase some woman like a dog who came when you called their name.
When the topic of dancing came up, Senri laughed. "No, it takes more then that to kill me." Senri looked up at the crowded dance floor. They had been sitting there for a while, haven't they? "We'll dance after you've finished your drink."
As he moved closer, Senri's chuckled. "Are you that type?" Senri's lips brushed by Paris's hair, whispering into his ear. His breath caressed the younger boy's skin but Senri didn't continue. Instead, he waved to a waitress who had been cleaning a table but upon seeing Senri, immediately came up. "A dirty vodka please." The waitress glanced at Paris, and then strayed to Senri. "Will that be all?"
Senri nodded, and the waitress then disappeared. In a few moments, she reappeared with Paris's drink and set it in front of him. "Drink up."
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Posted: Mon Dec 20, 2010 12:07 pm
Paris liked Senri's confidence. It was appealing... attractive... sexy. And he could tell it wasn't the simple bravado his usual companions possessed. Senri was genuinely confident. He knew he looked good and didn't bother to waste his time with pointless things like modesty. Paris could appreciate that; it was a similarity they shared.
He smiled when Senri leaned close, lips against his hair. "I can be whatever type you want me to be." If he wanted hard-to-get, Paris would give him hard-to-get; if he wanted easy, then Paris would give him easy; if he wanted flattery and fluttering lashes, Paris could do that, too. And he'd do it all well.
He waited patiently for his drink, taking it from the waitress with hardly so much as a thanks, lifting it to his lips to begin his consumption of the beverage. He didn't take his time, eager to get Senri out on the dance-floor, though he made a show out of eating the olives, playing with them with his tongue. He smiled again when he was through, leaning in to press himself against Senri's side. "Thank you," he said.
That made two drinks he hadn't had to pay for that night. Perhaps he'd even get more later...
"Want to dance now? You've been sitting here for so long," Paris needled him, taking hold of his arm as if he intended to pull him along with him. He happened to think they'd look fantastic together out on the dance-floor. Just thinking of all the jealous looks that would be shot their way made him grin in amusement.
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Posted: Wed Dec 22, 2010 1:14 am
Senri allowed himself to be pulled along with his companion's haste, a wry smile upon his lips as Paris did so. "You didn't get enough of dancing with your previous partners?" But his tone wasn't serious. Not that he was truly complaining, willing to tolerate dancing. Not that it was any real hardship, it was merely a matter of practiced moves and synchronization with the music. remembering the girl's performance on the dance floor, he doubted that it was a hardship for Paris either. His companion seeming to have a natural flair for the entertainment.
He settled easily on the dance floor, one hand sliding to the curve of Paris's hip and then rested on the delicate curve of his back. Despite the crowded floor, the older male's tall height and confidence assurance ensured that they wouldn't be swept up in the crowd.
"How often do you come to these clubs?" Senri looked over the crowd before his gaze rested on Paris's delicate face. The music was loud - making it difficult to have any conversation. However, that was easily accomplished when two people were pressed closely together on a crowded floor that seemed less interesting in talking then taking action.
His other hand, their gloved fingers gently explored the nape of Paris's neck.
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Posted: Fri Dec 24, 2010 12:33 pm
"I love dancing," Paris informed him, finding a space on the floor a bit away from the group of guys he'd been with before. He'd rather not be pulled back to them when he had Senri to dance with instead. "I'm a dancer. Ballet," he clarified, pausing a moment to do a quick pirouette in demonstration, before moving close to him again, allowing Senri to place his hands upon him. "I do it all the time. Coming to clubs is a nice break from all the classical stuff."
And it allowed him to meet handsome strangers. His dance classes were sadly lacking in the man meat department. That wasn't to say there weren't other males -- there were, though not as many as there were females -- but none of them were really his type.
"So I come to clubs at least once a week," he said, leaning close enough so that they were able to hear one another, moving to the music at the same time. "Sometimes more. I like the music and the atmosphere, and sometimes I get lucky," he grinned, letting his eyes sweep over Senri's frame again.
The hand on his neck felt delightful. Paris savored the action for a few moments before leaning closer again, rising on his toes in an effort to gain a few inches in height, stretching up to place his mouth tantalizingly closet to Senri's. "What about you? What do you do?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 1:55 am
"You learned well." Senri complimented, feigning an impressed look at the twirl. He welcomed Paris into his arms with an easy, relaxed demeanor. He danced across the floor with practiced movements. He may not have practiced ballet as Paris did, but he had been required to take several dance lessons. They hadn't proved entirely useless at least.
Perhaps it was the feeling that Senri felt. Or the way that Senri's hands observed the curves of Paris's body and Paris's body in his arms. But Senri had a keen intuition for females, if only for the female body in the most shallow sense. He would be the first to admit that the partners he slept with, he had no emotions or feeling for them other then an interest in their bodies and the fleeting pleasure they offered.
"Sometimes I come. Sometimes not." It was vague but remained a truth at the same time. There was no schedule, nothing definite to consider about Senri's visits. Much like a stray cat, he came whenever he felt like doing so. It could include half a dozen times in several weeks or no sight of him within weeks.
In response to what he did, Senri didn't need much time to answer. "I pick up girls." As if to prove his words, Senri's hand trailed over Paris's collarbone, progressing up to take hold and lift Paris's chin. It might have been an assertive gesture for any young girl, a prelude to a kiss. He lowered his head, not to kiss his companion, pausing. The reason for the pause was unclear, at least until he spoke. A cat-like smile spread pver his features, "Does that include cross-dressing as well?" He inquired, his cerulean eyes narrowing in response to Paris's advances. Apparently, he had caught on.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 12:02 pm
Curses. He'd been found out already.
Paris's eyes widened just slightly when cross-dressing came into the conversation, a little surprised by the comment, if only because Senri hadn't given any indication that he knew what he was up to before. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond. He considered lying and playing the innocent card, batting his lashes with an "I don't know what you mean," but he was sure Senri wouldn't buy that. At all.
He thought he'd been doing a fairly good job of it, too. No one else seemed to have realized it yet, and he'd intended to keep it that way until it came to the point in which he needed to reveal himself. He'd hoped by then it wouldn't have mattered. It didn't sometimes, if he'd gotten someone interested and curious enough.
But the look on Senri's face didn't exactly scream interested and curious, at least not in the typical manner.
Paris recovered quickly enough, smiling back, his eyes no longer wide, his expression suggestive. "Have you never tried it with a guy before?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 05, 2011 3:46 pm
The way that Paris composed himself was impressive, switching easily between emotions to the confidence that had drawn Senri in the first place. "Good job." He remarked, having to accede to Paris on this particular win.
Senri was open to the concept of homosexuality, and took no involvement in other people's choices and beliefs. If Paris wanted to cross-dress, Senri wasn't going to do otherwise. There was no lecture, horror, disgust, or even judgment. But acceptance didn't mean understanding or empathy of the situation. And the possibility of Senri turning to play for 'their' team was ... not probable. That was what lead Senri to say,"...I can't say I have." He looked away, not in avoidance or embarrassment but he did look somewhat exhausted by thinking of the mechanics of the situation. He supposed that physically it would be possible.
Any sexual interest disappeared, but was replaced with a different type of interest. Senri continued to lead Paris, intending to finish their dance. "When were you planning to tell me?" The act would have been finished if they had progressed a little farther. He looked over to Paris's former crowd, wondering if they would have been so recipient to hear of his actual gender. Considering their level of IQ, it was possible after all.
"How often do you fool guys with that anyways?"
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