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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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 Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 9:16 am
Guys were great since, oh yeah, so good. So rare, but so goo to dance and party with. Just had to warm them up a bit. And get them slightly drunk like he was. Probably why he was hitting on ALL THE PEOPLE. All of them. Such a drunk sleaze. The party was in full swing as judging from the crowd, ‘somebody is getting laid tonight’ might as well have been the slogan of C*cktail. Well. His slogan anyway. He was checking the scene out like a pro, looking for somebody to part all night long with, (or as long as his attention span held and he didn’t pass out for a bit).
What grabbed his notice from this fine specimen was the hat. How could you miss a top hat hanging up there in a bar? Spoiler: Lyre couldn’t. He was looking pretty cool taking some shots. Lyre was more a glass kind of guy but hey! Nothing wrong with a few shots. Going up to the part he pointed at the male. “I’ll take a shot of that.” The bartender slid one over and as Lyre downed it he purred. A bit sweet, but nothing wrong with that. Shot down and giving him liquid courage, as he schmoosed his way over. “Is the hat size relative to the size of anything else?” Aw yeah going for the gold.
And it wasn’t the tequila either.
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 10:28 am
Dare was damned used to this bar, he spent the entirety of his free time kicking back and enjoying the scenery, and occasionally talking to it as well. Adjusting his hat, tipping it in greeting to the oncoming pick-up line, a brow quirked, recognizing somewhere behind his assortment of mismatched mental marbles the...incredible cheesiness that had just smacked him upside the jawline. Pushing the dapper headgear back amidst cola-tinted curls, he laughed softly, respecting Lyre's audacity.
"It is perhaps to be being..." He murmured, turning on his perch to face the other, sliding about on the barstool that he had claimed as his own. Grin turned playful as he braced his hands on the smooth surface and leaned closer to the oncomer. "Would thee like to take a closer gander...?" Honestly it was more obnoxious than not, dwelling amongst those who were just a tad larger than himself, he'd take interaction with this flashy fellow, oh yes he would.
He did seem nicely...outfitted.
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iStoleYurVamps
iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 3:55 am
Lyre, for what it was worth, wanted to see how hard he could party. This included hitting on complete and utter strangers. And keep at even if they responded in weird ways. Lyre wasn't going to judge. "Gander? If you mean admire, hey I can work with that." The trim of his clothes glittered as the lights moved and for a second he debated putting on his lemon goggles, even if they did nothing.
The leaning forward did not deter Lyre in the slightest, alcohol not letting his mind get past 'Oh hey they are talking, let's talk more, talking is good, man everybody is good looking, I want another shot'. Needless to say, Lyre was hammered, pink tinging his cheeks as Dare's distance decreased. "We can totally inspect things. Like hats. Or pants. But, probably later when I can see right anyway hi!" He held out his hand. "Lyre Caliph Runt, but call me Lyre, even if I promise not to lie to you."
Not about important thing anyway. "Still I like your hat and you're not dancing or having fun, I'm here to fix that."
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