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 Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 1:56 pm
Damian had no idea what he was doing in a gay bar. It had been a week or two since he had asked Carter out and the most they’d done was hold hands a couple times in the apartment. They still slept in the same bed, like they had before, though now he wasn’t so surprised when Carter would snuggle up to him before they fell asleep, or when he’d wake up spooning the younger man. The only difference was now he didn’t pull away and roll over, he’d just close his eyes and fall back to sleep. It was somehow easier, showing the bluenette affection in the middle of the night; maybe because he wasn’t so worried about doing something wrong when he was mostly asleep. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to show him affection during the day, he did, he just wasn't sure how to go about it. There had been several times that he had approached the other man while he was distracted with something else, planning on hugging him or just holding him, but then Carter would look up with a smile on his face and those brilliant green eyes and Damian would suddenly find himself becoming nervous and making excuses.
It had never been like that with girls, he’d always been the cool confident one. But then, he’d liked girls his entire life. It wasn’t until a few weeks ago that he had begun having feelings for his best friend. Not that he knew what he had been feeling in the beginning when he had run off to New York unconsciously taking his roommate’s hoodie with him. The hoodie he had slept with every night while he was away from home and had worn every day in the city. Everything had moved quite quickly after that.
Shaking his head he shifted his arms against the bar, raising a hand to get the bartenders attention. ”Could I get another?” He held up his empty glass which had recently been filled with rum and coke. It was his third or fourth drink, he wasn’t quite sure how many he’d had to be honest. He had come to the bar thinking that maybe he could figure out his feelings or at least get an idea of how to act upon them. But to his disappointment the bar wasn’t all that different from many of the bars he’d visited with his fake ID. Only in this one the majority of patrons were men.
When his drink was replaced he ran his fingertips along the glass wondering what he’d do if some guy decided to hit on him. He knew he looked good, before he left the apartment he had pulled on a red button up shirt leaving it open over his white tank top and a pair of jeans the were slung low on his hips, but the way he stood at the bar probably discouraged some. He was fidgety, his shoulders slightly hunched and he stared into his drink as if it would hold all the answers to his problems. He looked awkward and maybe the tiniest bit lonely.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 6:51 pm
His melancholy reverie was interrupted by the thud of skinny frame against the bar. Ever, fresh off the dance floor, was still a little breathless, tie loosened around his neck, shirt sticking against his back and slightly-damp hair rumpled forward into his face. After the last time he'd come around here, he'd intended to come back in uniform to join the mass on the dance floor and pick up on the excess ambient energy to finish off his quota.
Somehow, instead, he'd ended up here in civvies. Three drinks and an hour of dancing later, his head was swimming and his judgement gone blurry. No wingman to keep him from doing something stupid, so it was probably lucky he ended up next to Damian.
Where the others had been driven off, Ever was drawn in. Dark eyes took in the dismissive posture, the fidgeting, the loneliness -- and, of course, the way jeans sat on Damian's hips -- in turn. Right now he seemed young and energetic, sliding a hand slowly across the bartop as he leaned in, definitely invading the poor guy's personal space a little.
"...hey." Oh, yes, he was drunk enough for it to show, his expression too focused as he tried to get this out. "Hey, you should buy me a drink. It'll make you feel better."
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 3:13 pm
Damian felt the other man before he saw him, not his energy signature or anything that had to do with his extra powers. But just the feeling of someone hovering close to him. His eyes flicked up and then to the side taking in the sight of the newcomer. There was a confused look on his face for a moment, was he really being approached by a guy? Yes, yes he was. His cheeks coloured faintly when he heard the pick up line. How was he supposed to react to that?
Standing up a bit straighter, he turned towards the other man, taking in the entire package. He supposed he was attractive enough, but he didn't feel an overwhelming need to get the man into bed, which was a good thing since he probably would've scared himself if he had that reaction. But maybe....raising a hand he rubbed his chin, fingers rubbing against his stubble.
"Sure," He tossed back the rest of his rum and coke, a voice in the back of his head telling him he should probably stop drinking now. It sounded suspiciously like Carter's voice. Ignoring it he turned towards the bartender, "Another drink for me, and one for my friend here."
Leaning against the bar he turned back towards the other man. He should introduce himself, a thought flickered across his mind, maybe he should give a fake name. But now, that would be silly. "Damian," There were probably more words that needed to go along with that sentence, but Damian didn't really care. Either the other guy would figure out it was his name or he wouldn't. He still wasn't sure why he had come over in the first place, maybe he'd try and seduce him? That would be awkward. He hadn't even kissed Carter yet, he didn't want to go sleep with some random guy- even if it would be a crash course in how not to do things wrong.
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 8:23 pm
Ever looked -- well, he looked surprised. He was drunk enough for a shitty pick up line, but he was sober enough that at least he'd acknowledge it was a shitty pick up line. His expectation had been rolled eyes and some kind of witty retort, and in his mind, that was as good of an opening as anything. But Damian had tumbled into it, and add to the meeting a free drink? Well. It was a good night.
"Damian." He processed the introduction, awkward as it was, pondering the name for a long moment. Ever liked to imagine he didn't ping, that he was stealth gay, and maybe he had a point: he didn't say charmed and flutter his eyelashes, he didn't titter or blush. He wasn't a stereotype but -- well --
"Damian, you're really hot." It just kind of slipped out of him, slouched as he was against the bar, eyes flicking over the stubble along the line of the other man's jaw. His drink appeared and he straightened a little, fingers going to the loose tangle of tie around his neck. His smile was bright and wide. "I'm Ever."
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Posted: Sat Jun 18, 2011 10:11 pm
When Ever repeated his name Damian assumed he had figured out what he had meant by it. Unless he was prone to repeating everything, but the redhead doubted that. Shifting against the bar he looked slightly more alert now that he had someone talk to, but the awkwardness was still there.
And then Ever said he was really hot and Damian couldn't help himself, he laughed, his face lighting up with a grin. Stroking his ego was a good way to get Damian to cheer up. "Thanks," He paused for a moment, awkward again. Was he supposed to return the compliment? The nineteen year old could feel the alcohol starting to really settle in, how many drinks had he had? Five? Maybe, he had lost track when he had been hit on. He shook his head slightly trying to clear it, but that did nothing except make him dizzy. Gripping the bar he held on tight until the room stopped spinning.
He had forgotten he had even ordered another drink and so was surprised when another rum and coke appeared in front of him. He didn't question it though, instead grabbing the glass and drawing it towards him. He did question Ever's name though, arching a brow. "Really? Ever?" He had never heard of anyone named Ever. But then he remembered some celebrity named their kid Apple, so anything was possible. Getting past his unique name Damian's silver eyes actually took in what was in front of him. He sighed taking a sip of his drink even though his common sense was telling him to cut off the alcohol, "You have a great smile, Ever" He was a sucker for a nice smile.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 8:17 am
The compliment should have flattered, left Ever pleased and flushed -- but instead it froze him for a moment, blinking, maybe flustered, drink halfway to his mouth. When the bafflement broke, it was to tumble into a laugh, both eyebrows raised and his vodka tonic tipping dangerously close to spilling. There was an edge of teasing behind it, but it was amused teasing, at least, maybe pleased.
"You're a liar, Damian, but that's okay because you're hot." A tink of glasses together, a splash against the bar from the impact, and he tipped his glass up for another long swallow. He wasn't offended, even if Ever knew damned well that he wasn't most mens' cup of tea. Boney knees weren't generally a draw.
"Why are you hiding at the bar? Scared of the dancers?" This came with a jab of finger out toward the crowd, a pair of twins near the edge who were thrashing around like they were having highly entertaining seizures.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 6:25 pm
Damian didn't notice the unusual reaction to the compliment, too busy tipping back his glass. What was he doing, telling some guy he had a great smile? The more he thought about it the more his head started to hurt, so he just stopped thinking. He'd go with the flow, like that was such a great idea.
When he was called a liar he pouted, pretending to be upset. "What? I'd never lie." The pout was replaced with a grin as he was called hot again. He didn't mind having the new guy around if he was going to keep boosting his ego. Damian took another drink after their glasses tinked together.
Silver eyes flicked towards the dancers Ever was pointing at. He wrinkled his nose looking away, he didn't enjoy dancing quite like that. He was more adept at being the bump to some girl's grind. He looked back to the other man and shrugged, feeling slightly awkward again. "Eh, I dunno," He paused, he couldn't just come out and talk about how he felt for his roommate, that would be awkward.
Twisting the glass around in his hand, he stared at his drink for a moment before trailing his eyes up Ever's chest to his face. "Have you come to drag me out of hiding?" His grin was crooked, it was much easier to talk when he kept away from the personal subjects.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 6:49 pm
"I am really, really good at that. Wallflowers wilt before me." The words came out and then Ever realized how that sounded, the drink held halfway up to his mouth as he tried to form words to correct that.
"...well, not...wilt.." He floundered, grinning helplessly at his own confusion and sweeping a hand up over the mess of his hair as he shrugged at Damian. The correction made the statement worse, and judging from the wicked flash behind his eyes, Ever was well aware of it. He just didn't care.
Worse, maybe he even enjoyed it a little.
"We can dance, is my point. You drink that..." It was said with a quick gesture to Damian's glass, his own raised in something halfway between a toast and a salute. "And I'll drink this, and then we'll go out no matter what they're playing."
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 7:25 pm
The redhead arched a brow when Ever said wilt, that didn't sound all that appeal- ooh. Damian caught on to the double meaning in the other man's words and shifted a bit awkwardly. Normally he was the one with the double entendres, and usually they were directed towards girls. This situation was completely backwards in his head.
By the time he had come up with a witty response Ever was already talking about dancing and so he didn't say it. Instead he listened to directions, tilting his head back finishing his drink in one long swallow. He was good at following directions, at least when he was in a good mood. It was when he became ornery that alcohol was his enemy.
"Alright, but you might have to show me. I'm not very good." Putting his empty glass on the bar he pushed himself away from it. Without the bar there for him to lean on he swayed for a moment before he regained his balance. Now that he was standing he realized just how drunk he was. Having stuck with one type of drink he wasn't nauseous thank god, but the room did occasionally shift under his feet. He looked towards Ever, crooking a finger in a come hither motion. "Come on, lets see if you can make me not wilt." He laughed, raking his fingers through his hair, flirting with guys was still awkward, but it was easier the drunker he got.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 8:57 pm
"...chill to warm pretty quick, huh?" It was laughing, genuinely surprised, as he went for the last swallow of his own drink and thudded the empty glass down on the edge of the bar. At least Ever helped make it less awkward. He stepped forward to grab Damian around the waist and haul him out onto the dance floor, to the very space he'd vacated not that much earlier.
It was likely that Damian hadn't spotted him in the crowd before -- or, if he had, it had just been brief glimpses of white hair over the tops of other heads. That meant that Ever's relatively limited [well, okay, rather crap] dancing skills hadn't been observed in advance, that the other man had no warning before they kicked into the music.
All enthusiasm, he moved without intent, without organization. More thrashed than swayed, he barely seemed to recognize the beat of the music. But by god he had a lot of that enthusiasm, and it had a draw of its own. If nothing else, at least he might make Damian laugh and relax.
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Posted: Sun Jun 19, 2011 9:18 pm
"The alcohol helps," The redhead laughed, shrugging slightly. It was true, he'd flirt with just about anything when he was drunk. Plus it was helping take his mind off the anxiety he had with Carter, he just got so nervous around the bluenette, he put pressure on himself to do things perfect. It was easier to let go of that pressure when he was drunk and with a stranger.
When he felt a warm arm around his waist his eyes widened slightly, but he went along only stumbling once. Once they were out on the floor he could feel the crush of bodies around them, but he ignored the claustrophobic feeling and instead focused on Ever. Watching what the other man called dancing he couldn't help but laugh, he didn't much have technique or style, but he sure had spirit.
After a long moment of watching him dance his own body began to move, at least attempting to move with the music. Unsure of what to do with his hands they awkwardly hovered in the air, should he be grabbing the white haired man? What was the etiquette for dancing with another guy? He had no idea. As they danced he didn't move his body too quickly, he had a feeling that he'd get dizzy if he did and that wouldn't end well for anyone.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 9:29 am
Damian was young: even with the tracing of stubble along his jaw, even as attractive as he was, Ever could pick up on the fact that Damian was younger than him. Maybe it was some of that self-conscious awkwardness, or the wallflower way he'd been cuddled up to the bar -- or maybe it was just his face.
Whichever it was, because of it Ever played nice. He didn't push, just danced through a song and a half before stepping in closer, head tipped in toward Damian's ear. It put them too close together, the contact flirty, but with the music playing so loud it was also entirely necessary. So was the hover of fingertips against his shoulder. They leant him balace.
"...been out here too long, drank too much." Not quite a shout into Damian's ear, but close, with his shoulders rolling in a shrug. "I'm gunna retreat, find a table. Stay or follow, your choice."
Then he was easing back, eyebrows raised, expression teasing. Two fingers crooked in a not quite suggestive manner as he stepped off the dance floor. There were so many people, it should have been impossible to find a table, but Ever could duck and weave until he found an opening and nab it with a mocking smile for a group several seconds too slow.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 12:30 pm
The dancing wasn't so bad, it wasn't the same as dancing as dancing with a girl and honestly he was a bit glad for that. He wasn't sure if he could have handled Ever rubbing himself all over him. The more he danced the less awkward he became, beginning to lose himself to the music.
At some point he closed his eyes as they swayed, and the feeling of fingertips on his shoulder made him jump slightly. Blinking his eyes open he stared at the other man who was a lot closer than he had been. Without thinking his arms went out to rest on his hips, steadying his own balance. When he nearly shouted in his ear he didn't mind, instead he nodded. "Okay," His own words were loud enough for Ever to hear and he let his hands fall to his side as the other man backed away.
He took in his teasing face, and his beckoning fingers and only paused a moment before following. He didn't really want to be on a dance floor alone, while ever had been nice enough to him he was sure there were some guys who wouldn't hesitate to get into his personal space.
He weaved ungracefully through the throng of bodies, trying to keep from stumbling. Yeah, he had definitely had too much to drink, no more for him. Finally pushing his way off the dance floor he looked around for Ever and it wasn't long before he spotted him at a table. He glanced at the group that was too slow and couldn't help but laugh a bit as he took the seat next to his new companion.
Now that they were sitting he wasn't sure what to do. There wasn't a drink in front of him to distract himself with, and he wasn't sure what to talk about. Glancing towards Ever he grinned, leaning forwards slightly so he'd be able to hear him without having to shout. "So, what now?" He had forgotten what his original plan was in accepting the other man's company, and now he was just going where the night took him.
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Posted: Mon Jun 20, 2011 5:50 pm
A little bit of a breather, a few moments alone -- well, they hadn't sobered Ever up, but they did give him pause. Add to that the flash of periwinkle hair in the crowd, catching his attention as he sat, and it took a moment for Ever's eyes to resettle on Damian. The flintiness had faded down to something distant, distracted, as opposed to sharply focused onto the other man.
He was having second thoughts, perhaps, but only distantly so, because goddamn if Damian wasn't hot. Ever cleared his throat and shrugged, and arm sprawling out across the back of the other man's chain and his legs kicked under the table. He took up a shocking amount of space, considering how skinny he was.
"I was...ah." Ever had very fragile self control. He combed his free hand through his hair and then shrugged at Damian. At least his tone was amused, as opposed to anything else. "Why're you here?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 22, 2011 2:16 am
Damian didn't notice Ever's distracted gaze, he was too drunk to realize the other man was losing interest. He did notice the arm on the back of his chair and he did his best to act casual. Silver eyes took in Ever's pose, he definitely looked casual enough. He thought about spreading himself out in the same manner, but quickly decided against it. He had a feeling if he did he'd end up falling off the chair.
The other man's question made him pause, quiet for a moment. Why was he there? He knew there was a reason, he just had to remember it. Shifting in the chair he turned to he was facing Ever, his arm resting on top of the table to keep him from falling forwards.
After a long moment of thought he finally spoke. "I am here because I have no idea what to do with my boyfriend." The alcohol had definitely loosened his tongue, and it showed as he continued on. "Like, what if I do something wrong? I've never even kissed a guy." He sighed, absently wishing for another drink, or at least something to occupy his hands. "Stupid, right?" He wasn't even sure what he was calling stupid. Maybe having a boyfriend and not knowing how to kiss him, or coming to a gay bar to try and remedy that.
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