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 Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 11:51 am
Auguste's habit of exploring Destiny City on his own had yet to actually encourage any problems - at least, not yet. He'd accidentally stumbled into an alleyway one time, only to spend the next half hour discussing the benefits of medical marijuana versus the negative aspects with the very nice man in the shabby clothes. And yet another time he'd almost walked into a particularly obscene store because he hadn't been paying attention, but a well-timed, unintentional phone call from Nadia had prevented this, even if Auguste hadn't even realized what he was doing.
The bar, on the other hand, had seemed interesting, the front of it done in rusty dark colors with a burnt gold sign above it proclaiming the title in mild glowing letters. It was dimly lit inside - but all bars were, Auguste supposed, even if this one was partly a grill as well, even it was a slightly more run down one than normal. Outside it was raining and wet, rumbling thunder indicating that they were on the verge of a veritable thunderstorm.
He pushed inside and shook his damp white locks out of his eyes, sweeping a few stray strands off of his pale cheeks and padding over to the counter. It wasn't exactly a crowded establishment, but it was full enough that hardly anyone gave him a second glance, in spite of his bright head of hair standing out like a beacon.
"Good evening," said Auguste, sliding onto a stool, idly tugging at his wet coat and debating whether he should take it off or just leave it on and wait for it to dry. "Just coke for me now, please, thanks."
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Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2015 12:25 pm
The eve's burst of rain sent most scattering indoors, but Isaiah claimed his throne in the dive bar of the night long before rain pelted the city in sheets. It rattled the windows, rumbled against the rooftop, and rolled down hats of new arrivals but the rivethead paid it little heed. His focus remained on the glass in front of him, and proximity to both strangers and bartender invalidated his definition as an alcoholic - this pleased him greatly. So with one jack and coke in hand, the lithe man pinned the spine of a book to the counter and continued his reading on popular counterfeiting from the 1950s undisturbed.
Two things interrupted him almost immediately, and almost simultaneously - first, he noted that his drink tasted diluted, which meant it either needed refreshing or he struck rock bottom again; second, the door opened to a vaguely familiar voice that called his attention from his book. In looking up, he spotted the bartender starting to mix a second jack and coke (good on him, he knew a proper paying customer) and a pale-haired man who looked much too oblivious for the location.
And Isaiah knew that blank stare anywhere - that was Auguste, Nadia's roommate.
Isaiah stood abruptly (perhaps a little overzealously, for he swayed slightly upon leaving the stool) and crossed the few seats to claim one next to the familiar soul. "Auguste," he greeted with an easy grin. "Surprised to find you here. I didn't peg you as the bar-hopping type." Unfortunately Isaiah hadn't pegged him at all, which he found a scandalizing shame.
"I'm halfway to drunk and you make for terribly pretty company. Stay a while and talk to me." It wasn't a question, and Isaiah's body language bespoke an easy confidence that Auguste wouldn't refuse.
Fingers splayed over the rim of his glass gently. "Oh, and I can get you a coke much faster than him," Isaiah added with a slight nod toward the stout, balding bartender.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 6:24 am
Auguste had taken no notice of his surroundings - a habit that was becoming quite problematic as time had gone by - and he had not seen, nor heard, the approaching visitor until Isaiah was practically on top of him. Only then did he seem to realize he was being spoken to - and by someone familiar, no less, a smile breaking out across his pale face.
"Oh, ah, Andrew, right?" said Auguste, quite cheerfully. "What are you doing here?" He glanced around and then gave a little, rather sheepish laugh. "And, well, no, perhaps not, but it's raining like mad outside, and I couldn't very well walk home in that sort of thing. Plus, I was already out anyway, and this seemed a nice place, so I figured I'd stop in."
He'd only met him once - during that beach party, and it had been brief, if that. But Andrew's easy confidence and comfortable air was enough to make Auguste feel content, and he flushed a little at the compliment, cheeks tinging ever so slightly as he waved a hand dismissively.
"Oh, well, thank you, though I don't think I'm that great of company," he said, and smiled. "I'm sure I'm not all that interesting. But I wouldn't mind having someone to talk to, it's really very loud in here, and I can't really go anywhere when it's raining like this."
The offer made him Auguste tilt his head, brows raising. "Can you?" he asked, sounding almost relieved. "That would be great, actually, he seems to be pretty busy over there."
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 8:11 am
Andrew? Oh, right. "Yes," he answered, smoothing away any confusion that might've marked his countenance. Auguste's followup question brought on another coy grin that answered him in part. "Just what am I doing here? Well, I'll give you three guesses and a hint. It might have something to do with alcohol." He raised his glass in a silent cheer and tipped to drink, but stopped himself as Auguste went on.
"I'd offer to drive you home but I wouldn't pass a sobriety test for s**t right now." He wasn't certain he could spell the alphabet backward when sober, either. Interestingly, Auguste had commented that the bar 'seemed like a nice place', of which Isaiah thought quite the opposite. As a sports bar, it immediately garnered a seedy factor that couldn't be detracted, no matter the funds funneled into the establishment. Even the sports bar of the famous Mandalay Bay held a certain seediness embedded with the atmosphere. Isaiah figured that slightly malign, somewhat stale atmosphere stemmed from the people who inhabited such places. Sports bars maintained a particular audience, after all, which benefitted from the cheap alcohol prices and ceaseless opinion-mongering in sports shows.
But beyond the dim lighting, dingy seats, and dismal company...
"Let me give you a tip," Isaiah prompted with both elbows on the table. He knew it constituted bad manners, but he cared little for etiquette right now. Fingers latticed together and palms pressed against one another to form a knobby perch for his chin. As he spoke, he focused fully on his acquaintance. "Downplaying compliments might seem like the humble thing to do, but when you think about it, you're insulting that person's opinion. You're saying 'that's cute, Is-" the man grunted slightly, "Andrew, but your opinion is wrong. I am, in fact, average company and your standards are low'. But I suppose I'll forgive it this time." Isaiah paused to scribble out numbers onto a napkin, forming the ends of an equation that folded out over time. A drink sat on it once before as evidenced by the pooled ink.
When he finished, he set the pen down and took a long swig of his jack and coke. Afterward, with fingers pressed to Auguste's jaw, he sought lips with the intent of an exchange through a kiss. Spiked coke it may be, but coke nonetheless.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 9:04 am
Auguste swayed a little on his bar stool, a little smile on his face. He did recall the man from before being rather polite - he'd been a friend of Nadia's, hadn't he? And Nadia was one of the people that Auguste trusted the most, rather implicitly, which meant he automatically felt as though he should trust Andrew as well.
"Getting a drink after work?" he asked lightly, eyes twinkling a little. "No, well, perhaps that's too simple of an answer, you did say I get three tries - but the alcohol is certainly an appealing aspect for whatever the correct guess would be, right?"
The bar was indeed seedy, but Auguste didn't see it that way. It was simply another place to explore, the dim lighting only adding to the rather cheap and tacky decor. Auguste took it all in with a grain of salt, from the plastic seating on the peeling booths, to the low, off kilter music ebbing from the speakers in the corners. Every place had its appeal, at least in his head, even the ones that needed tuneups (and this one certainly did).
His attention turned back to Andrew, Auguste's brows raising a little. He did note the arms on the table, if only because of his own years of proper etiquette training; but he paid it no mind, instead just focusing on what his friend(?) was saying. A little laugh escaped him, slightly rueful, as he blinked in surprise, only mildly taken aback by the analysis itself. He hadn't meant to sound so disparaging, but...
'Well, I suppose - I've never thought of it that way," said Auguste thoughtfully, idly sweeping a stray damp strand of hair over his shoulder. "But well - I mean, I've never considered myself particularly entertaining company, however you are quite right, I didn't take your thoughts into mind, I apologize, Andrew."
He beamed a smile at the other. "Please do tell me your opinions, I would very much like to hear them."
The smile, however, was stuttered off course; Auguste had watched Andrew pick up his drink, had watched him take a swallow, and had watched him move closer, though the last little bit had not registered in his mind, not even when there were fingers on his jaw and lips pressed against his own.
Everything seemed to come to a halt, the world spinning improperly around him and then grinding dead in the air. Auguste's eyes had shot open, chest tightening as a sense of of stunned confusion began to seep into his frozen mind. His lips parted automatically after a second, if only just to get air into his lungs, because he didn't know he was supposed to have breathed out of his nose, and this - this was not what he had - wait a minute -
Auguste's fingers curled atop the table, the only movement other than his mouth, the rest of him still stock still.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 6:14 am
When Isaiah pulled away, he found with added perspective that Auguste looked quite shocked. Isaiah couldn't blame him terribly; the older man was a drink shy from drunk, and it seemed like a good idea at the time, but the abject surprise written across the boy's face left him second guessing his own decisions. An easy smile faded to concern. Had he made a mistake, or overstepped his bounds?
Probably at least one of those, if not both, logic told him.
Ever the conversationalist, Isaiah tried to play it down. "Oh come now, don't look at me like that." Regret crept into his healthy buzz. "I'm sure you've been kissed before with a face like that." He nodded sagely as he lifted his drink to lips again. His gaze sprawled over the rest of the bar in search of another point of interest, so long as it didn't belong to Auguste for the moment. Isaiah hated facing his own mistakes, especially on the social playing field, so finding himself confronted with perceived failure distressed him greatly. He found himself needing to remind in a mantra that he wasn't sorry for making a move like that, that Auguste had ample time to stop him, and that sexuality held no shame to it.
Afterward he tried to pretend it hadn't happened, or that it meant nothing, or that a drunk near-stranger in a bar had little more to offer the boy except a whiskey kiss. Hell, he wasn't even certain if Auguste enjoyed the alcohol. "So, ah, Auguste, do you often visit bars? You don't particularly strike me as the type to get on a bar counter and start dancing, but I can see you as one of those wine aficionados." Who believe themselves of higher knowledge than anyone else at their own games. Could Auguste maintain the same attitude? He doubted it greatly; the man acted much like a puppy, and often excited with any presentation of change. Isaiah only wondered why he hadn't just reacted much the same to avoid situational awkward.
"Maybe I should sit selsewhere..." Isaiah started, his lower lip caught between teeth temporarily. He knew when he botched his welcome.
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 7:02 am
He had a few seconds to register that, while entirely, shockingly unexpected, it was not entirely unpleasant. The lips that pressed against his were warm and firm, the alcohol laced drink burning down his throat with a curious aftertaste, and Auguste licked his lips automatically once Andrew had pulled away, trying vaguely to determine what it was.
He stared at the man across from him, not quite in a stunned way; and after a few seconds, his expression began to soften at the edges, Auguste's fingers fluttering through the strands of his hair where it pooled in his lap against his leg. A slight tinge of pink had crept onto his cheeks.
"I do often visit them," he said, unintentionally honest, because the "I'm sure you've been kissed before with a face like that." was still ringing in his ears, Auguste mulling over them with a certain sense of growing bemusement. "I mean, I do enjoy a glass of wine every now and then, but I find I enjoy the atmosphere in places like this very much. There's just something particularly appealing about them."
He took a breath, slightly startled, and said quickly, "No - no, please, I didn't mean to make you - uncomfortable - please don't feel the need to move, really." Auguste offered him a smile, slightly tentative, but still holding all of his usual interest. "I find you rather nice company."
He fiddled with his hair again. "I haven't been kissed a lot, truthfully," said Auguste, after a beat, and he'd relaxed back into his normal self, the tension and stiffness of his shoulders easing away into something much more usual. "I mean...perhaps once or twice on the cheek or lips, but that's about it, nothing more."
He smiled a bit more widely now, lacking hesitancy. "I'm just not used to it, or really experienced in the matter, but I do think it's something enjoyable, even without much knowledge of it."
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 9:53 pm
"I didn't realize anyone could enjoy a dive bar." He watched Auguste skeptically, though with some amusement. He took the kiss in such a heady manner; Isaiah was surprised that anyone could react so strongly anymore. Maybe he chose only the carnal detritus in a place when it came to flirting, and now he chose someone closer to normal. It made sense to his drunken state, at least.
"I can show you nicer company if you take me to bed," he mumbled out between the fingers framed to his lips. The comment felt easy, and the glaze in his eyes denoted his state of inebriation quite clearly. Anyone for the sense for it might find his eyes a perfect measurement for precisely how far gone Isaiah Zähne became. He considered, momentarily, that perhaps he shouldn't have been so forward with the boy but it didn't matter now - he found no means or reason to render his prior statement unsaid. And what would be the point if he did? Missed opportunities were more often yearned for than attempts that fell short.
His comment on kisses earned a frown from where Isaiah leaned, his chin perched on the heel of his hand. "That's a shame. You should get out more." Auguste already looked pale, and while that coincided with his bone white hair, Isaiah expected his complexion was simultaneously due to a reticence of going outside. Either that, or he chose to have his wine alone in a place like this. Many a sultry fellow or madam lurked in such an establishment, and with a face like Augustes, Isaiah expected he'd been approached at least a few times. Perhaps not so brazenly, but Isaiah was no fan of the subtle interest expressions. He never quite learned the proper delivery on those.
Besides, declaring interest in screwing someone senseless had done him well up to now.
I'm glad to know you're like the majority of mankind who finds sex and foreplay acceptable. Not that it propagates the species, or anything. Isaiah finished his glass of whiskey, considered kissing the boy again, and then settled for assuming that Auguste's senses were sufficiently fried for the moment. Further, more interesting action could be taken at a later moment. Isaiah possessed two perfectly capable hands, after all. "Would you want more knowledge of it?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 12:37 am
"I take enjoyment in things that aren't necessarily considered interesting or appealing to most," said Auguste truthfully, eyes flickering around the bar with a certain amount of fondness, in spite of the fact that it was, unquestionably, a dive. "There's a certain sense of curiosity that stems from some place that most people just dismiss on a first glance."
It was probably a naive point of view, but it was one that Auguste applied to almost everything in general, hence his exploration of the city in general. His interests were eclectic at times, but he didn't mind the grime and the grunge of such an establishment - or the company, even though Andrew's comments about a bed made him draw his brows together, taking in the glassy look in his eyes.
"Did you need to rest?" he asked, concern lacing his voice, and then smiled a little, a stray strand of hair falling across his forehead. "And I do get out quite a bit, but just - not in that way, I suppose, I spend a lot of time indoors more than socializing."
Because as much as he enjoyed people, he was terrible at interacting properly. And in spite of the fact that he was, by nature, a sociable person, it seemed he stumbled in terms of actually knowing what to say and how to say it, especially when it came to serious conversations. Auguste knew how to flatter, to charm, and none of it was ever intentional, because he didn't think about it beforehand, just said it.
His head tilted a little to the side, a laugh escaping.
"More knowledge would be good, right?" said Auguste lightly, sweeping hair from his shoulder. "I mean, I would like it when it's possible to get it, but I'm not quite sure how to approach that just on a whim, it seems I lack the ability to communicate my interests properly."
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 1:06 am
The same could be said for most people, he thought. Most of us get passed over as too drunk, not pretty enough, too morose, not nice enough. I guess we're all dive bars in some way or another.
Auguste's return to his pickup line provoked a smile, and Isaiah laughed softly. His entertainment looked genuine. "I was implying we should have sex." Auguste's inability to comprehend such an overt proposition pleased him endlessly, and confirmed that he might want to back off of this one. The pale-haired boy was perfectly attractive, of course, but most people preferred their first time be with a loved one, or someone special - and Isaiah qualified for neither. Sex became currency to him, throwaway pocket change to exchange with strangers for a few hours of thrills. His surrogate high, he called it on his first weeks of sobriety. A means to reenact a dopamine insurgence. "But don't worry about it. I think that might be a little much for you right now."
Isaiah felt like he reached a perfect equilibrium of drunk, and at that he turned from the bar to face Auguste more fully. He leaned against the bar in a lackadaisical manner that bespoke his marginal lack of coordination and simultaneous easy confidence. Fingers curled to drum against the lip of the counter lazily. "So how about this. I'll teach you how to kiss, but we really shouldn't be doing that in a bar. Your place, my place, the park, it doesn't matter - so long as it's not a private establishment because the owners reserve the right to kick us to the curb whenever the whim strikes them. Trust me, I've done it before. With that man there, actually." He pointed toward a middle-aged man who looked like he suffered a rough life - handlebar mustache of salt and pepper, wiry frame with a deep tan, and a mouth that spoke of meth abuse over a count of years. His attire spelled biker through and through.
"He's got a bit of a glass problem. Well, not a bit. More like a lot. Came into my shop one time flailing and spouting out all this tweaker speak about shadow people. Things most people don't understand, I guess. Don't think drug abuse is too prevalent here, surprisingly. But ah, my point is, sometimes owners need good reasons to kick people out and other times they just have their own terrible itch to fight the gay agenda and evict men kissing from their bar." He puckered his lips exaggeratedly toward the owner, who had his back turned to the pair as he stood several feet away.
"Or, I suppose, you could sit back and shoot the s**t about dive bars."
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Posted: Sat Sep 19, 2015 7:00 am
Oh.
Auguste's mouth opened and then closed again, and he didn't seem embarrassed, at least not yet; instead, an expression that seemed to be a mixture of mild shock and bemusement settled across his face, his cheeks pinking ever so slightly out of mere instinct. "Well, I..." he started, and then stopped, trying to work with such a proposition. "I mean, I've heard sex can be an incredibly pleasing thing, but I appreciate you understanding that I don't think I'm quite - er, experienced enough to...reciprocate."
The last part ended with a little smile. He hoped it didn't sound like a rejection of the man himself, since Andrew was rather nice and attractive, and he seemed genuinely interested in him. Auguste's fingers smoothed idly through his hair, and his head tilted a little to the side as the other turned to face him, his own brows raising.
"You'd do that for me?" he asked, because the offer was a kind one, at least in his mind, and he found it unexpectedly good of the man to make it in the first place. The smile on his face was completely genuine, though it shifted a little as he followed Andrew's gesture, listening with rapt attention to the story behind the biker.
His nose wrinkled a little as he turned back to Andrew.
"Well, I wouldn't want either of us to get kicked out for such a silly reason, I thought kissing was supposed to be something fun for people to enjoy," said Auguste, with a little laugh. "But no, I...I accept your offer, if you're willing to help me." He beamed across the bar at him. "I must admit to being rather pathetically inexperienced and lacking knowledge, but..."
He took a breath and then relaxed. "Your place or a park would work well, I think my roommate is home with her boyfriend right now, which would make things awkward," Auguste added, laughing again.
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 3:39 am
My oh my, you make it sound like I'm the one doing you a favor. Such a terribly naïve one. How do I ever get so lucky? Isaiah mused to himself with a certain smugness while he leaned back against the counter. Watching Auguste was easy past a certain point of inebriation - looking someone in the eye no longer produced the level of anxiety it did when sober. The boy was cute, undeniably, but that level of unawareness worried Isaiah somewhat. He did not consider himself a virtuous man by any means, but those of more malicious tendencies would take advantage of Auguste without a thought.
"Well, Auguste, I'm sorry I can't fly a plane either, but I'm willing to take instruction." The comment came extra dry. He sat up and rolled his shoulders to dispel some of the languidness settling into his muscles. "No one's born with a fabulous kissing technique. Mine took... Eleven years?" He asked himself, a finger pressed to lower lip for a moment. "No... Twelve." A tap, and the finger moved on to smooth down the front of his pant leg. "My point is, it's silly to apologize for not being an expert at something you barely know. Besides, you're sounding like you've already disappointed me. Did you want me to be disappointed, Auguste?" His smile grew a little wider.
The mention of 'roommate' and 'boyfriend' recalled Nadia and Lorne quite quickly. He imagined in half a second what they might've been up to, but soon considered against it given what he knew of Mont Blonc. The boy sounded so reticent toward sex that Isaiah speculated abuse for a time. "As much as I'd like to suggest a foursome, I don't think they'd be terribly pleased. The park, then." It sounded the better option as opposed to his condo - the latter proved much too easy to press this simple arrangement so much further. And given that Auguste reacted far more chastely toward sex... He might just break the man.
Idly he wondered if Auguste ever thought about gimp suits, or leather restraints, or electrostimulation machines.
"A park it is." After pulling his wallet, Isaiah counted out a couple bills to match the cost of the evening's drink. He placed the money on the counter and signaled to the bartender to take it, who swooped by abruptly. Overall the tab totaled to slightly beneath the amount tendered, so he found no need to take the change.
"Whenever you're ready."
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Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2015 6:08 am
He couldn't help but laugh a little, the sound light in an otherwise dark and dingy place. "No, but of course you're right," said Auguste with a slightly teasing grin, eyes glinting with amusement as he looked at his companion. "No one automatically knows how to do anything of significant, it's through trial and error and experience and practice that things are accomplished, right?"
Eleven years seemed like an awfully long time to master such a technique, but it also meant that Andrew had a fair amount of knowledge in general. Auguste shook his head, pressing his lips together as he said hastily, "No, I'd rather not disappoint you, truly. The last thing I'd want is to disappoint you when you've been so kind as to help me."
Auguste's head was leaning slightly to the side so that long streaks of pale white hair were cascading down over one shoulder. "Nadia likes to spend time with Lorne on her own, sadly," he said, with a little smile, utterly oblivious to the insinuation behind the comment. It would have been embarrassing should he have realized it; Auguste's sheltered lifestyle was one he'd never considered stunting before, but it was becoming rapidly apparent that that was exactly what it was. His parents' attempt at shielding their son from the outside world had only made it so he was ignorant of it, rather than protected from it.
He pushed himself to his feet as the bill was paid, Auguste swaying slightly, but he offered Andrew a soft, beaming smile, hands tucked into the pockets of his peacoat.
"I'm ready," he said lightly. "Shall we?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2015 1:53 pm
"Good. I hope you know how to drive." Isaiah stood, and his drinking habits soon grew obvious in doing so. While he did not stumble greatly, the sway in doing so indicated his level of drunkenness quite clearly. Walking, however, proved rather smooth by comparison. He crossed to the door, pulled it pen by its black chipping handle, and waited for Auguste to proceed out first before following behind, allowing the door to chime shut.
The downpour subsided somewhat, but still proceeded at a steady clip. Rain drummed up its own percussion against shop windows, car hoods, and pavement without particular bias. The heavy clouds overhead cast a lazy afternoon into night status, leaving the luminosity-activated lights to kick on and allow some guidance for where the pair proceeded. Isaiah found it necessary - given that his car was almost entirely black (save for the blue pinstripes), it proved difficult to discern in a sea of darkness. Not that it was to him, but anyone unfamiliar with the look of a charger would have difficulty finding it.
Isaiah pressed the memorized location of the 'unlock' button on his key fob while it still sat in pocket. Surely enough, the lights flashed a mere thirty feet down the parking name where a Charger sat between an Expedition and a Jeep Liberty. The Liberty sat a touch too close to his vehicle, blocking out some of the space he could've used for pulling out of parallel parking.
But that's what Auguste was for, provided that he was a better driver than Isaiah in this state.
He lifted the keys from his jacket pocket, with the ring carefully perched at the end of his middle finger, and offered them toward Auguste with hand tipped back and palm facing upward. "If you don't know how, well... This'll be an interesting experience."
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 8:53 am
"I do," said Auguste lightly, though his brow furrowed somewhat in concern at Andrew's unsteady standing as he rose to his feet. He followed along behind the other man, offering him a smile as the door was pulled open for him, stepping outside into the misty rain. It wasn't the torrential downpour of earlier, but it was enough that Auguste's hair stuck damply to his cheeks as he slipped his hands into the pockets of his coat.
He caught the flashing lights of Andrew's car and then turned back to look at the other man, head tilted towards him.
"I don't mind driving as long as you don't mind," said Auguste, with an encouraging smile at him. He reached out a hand and slipped the keys from Andrew's finger, curling his own around them. He hadn't driven since coming to Destiny City since he hadn't needed to, but he'd been taught and licensed how when he'd turned sixteen as it was, and he hadn't had any issues with it since then.
"It's still raining, though, did you want to just do it in the car?" Auguste asked, beginning the trek across the lot. "I don't mind either way, I rather like the rain, but I don't want you to feel uncomfortable if it's too wet outside."
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