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 Posted: Thu Jul 04, 2019 6:02 am
Typically speaking, friends were unnecessary. People were selfish, disruptive, and obnoxious, all practically without exception, and ‘friends’ tended to be in the way and needy as often as not. Nataniel strayed away from ‘friends,’ because he preferred to do things his own way, unhindered by the restraints of social niceties.
Perhaps that was why he so strongly preferred his computer. There he could say and do what he wanted. If he wanted to mind his own business, it was easy to. If he wanted interaction, he could find it. If he wanted someone to agree with him, they would, no matter how asinine the topic.
Unfortunately, there were certain other activities that Nataniel did not enjoy managing solo. He wasn’t so foolish as to attempt to lie to himself or trick himself into believing that he didn’t want a very particular brand of social interaction, and he found that ignoring it typically led to more frustration than if he simply indulged. He was a disciplined man, who had his own schedule to keep, but God, even Nataniel understood that sometimes you needed a little something extra…
‘Extra’ fit into his schedule on Saturday nights, when he wouldn’t have class the following morning and needn’t be terribly concerned with how late he stayed out or how horrendous his hangover.
On Saturday nights, Nataniel hung out with his ‘friends:’ two boys that he felt nothing for as people, but who served as decent… wingmen, so to speak. They had their own booth at Nataniel’s favorite gay club. They drank as if they had no financial concerns in the world. They played cards- because every fun drunk loved a good game, and games led to bets led to winners led to… You get the idea. Elijah and Noah probably knew more about Nat than any other individual could claim to.
It was embarrassing, but ultimately harmless, since the end goal was the same for all of them, and they typically ended up in similar states of awkwardly incoherent and inebriated and unable to remember most of the embarrassing s**t they learned about each other.
Nataniel wasn’t ashamed of this.
But just to make sure neither he, nor his comrades remembered much of anything, he kept shots on the table.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2019 7:45 am
Winter didn’t have much in the way of friends. It sometimes wondered if it had friends. Superiors. Those of similar rank which basically just made them coworkers and not ones it saw regularly. Landry it was skeptical at times about considering the man’s desire to have him but only under a set of circumstances. The twins knew more about it at the current then most but even then it wasn’t a full truth. A full history. Those that were still around and did know it didn’t even want to talk to it. Zinkenite seemed distraught over knowing it had returned. That Wolframite was back. After everything - no, they weren’t friends now. They had to repair too much for that.
And in that non-existent pool of associates, none it could ask to come with it to this place. No one it could ask how gay bars worked and how to quickly find a hookup in the limited hours it had where it appeared human enough to get laid (hopefully.)
It had no memory of what it used to do when it was human. It was all dust and ashes to it aside from a small sprinkling of moments here and there. It did remember Bismuthite, and that burning bitterness had lasted it since its corruption. Now single, it was left with a ring, an ex-husband, and the mutation that left it both alone and with an animalistic limbido. There was only so much one could do or purchase to satisfy anyone and it became more a personal mission to get out. It needed distance from the past. It needed to forget. And it needed to be able to appear so human that it could make someone, even if inebriated or just very loose, be with it.
A few hours meant Winter could not be choosey even if it wanted to be and at this point after many months, it couldn’t care. It simply had to look up gay bars in Destiny city online and once it got a teleport out of the Negaverse, it headed over. Being up late was just everyday for it, but getting into a gay bar made it nervous. It had no sense of what gay bar decorem was and simply hoped that being young-faced and available was enough to bait someone it’s way. Else it was another cold shower as punishment and a new game plan.
The added bonus was that it could finally have a drink again. It went to the bar and ordered three fingers of whiskey. It wasn’t exactly dressed in any clubbing clothes and instead just had at least fresh, clean clothing, recently purchased, and was glad that some men here weren’t all dressed up in what looked more inclined to be in a fetish dungeon.
Drinking, Winter turned and started scanning, seeing who was even available and also being able to show its own face to the crowd encase anyone was looking back. It had half joked that it could just wear a shirt that said “F$#@ me!” as an advertisement until it saw similar shirts on some of the men here. Noted for next time then - no one was above just laying it out there it seemed.
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Posted: Fri Jul 19, 2019 8:45 am
“Don’t. Be. A sore. Loser.” Nataniel was not the teasing type, not playful, not easily amused, not generally willing to put his hands on anyone else unprompted. He was reserved when he thought to be, but when Nataniel couldn’t be bothered to think about it, he was more accepting of how much he loved the feel of another’s skin beneath his hands. It didn’t even matter how or why it happened, for the most part.
At the moment, he skimmed a finger down Noah’s cheek as he chided him, and the other man rolled his eyes and snorted, tossing his handful of cards on the table and tipping back one of their shots as he did.
The game was stupid, of course, something they’d learned in middle school that had simple enough rules to remember even once alcohol was introduced. He was fairly certain the official name was ‘Cheat,’ though most probably knew it by the more exciting name of-
“Bull. s**t.” Noah groused, pouty lips turning down as he scowled at the strewn deck across their table. He was such a cute boy… Beautiful sandy-colored hair, bronzed skin, and green eyes… If Nataniel hadn’t sat at the bar with him and played this stupid game on their first meeting and had just done what he came here to do, he would’ve banged him and never saw him again.
Perhaps this was better… No matter how pretty he was.
At least now Noah and Elijah were part of his routine, helpful in keeping him entertained in the early night, even if they were now off-limits per Nataniel’s own strict code. He didn’t bed people he knew or people he thought it likely he’d meet again, on the off chance it would coerce unwanted and unwarranted feelings to prematurely develop. Sex complicated relationships, and now that he saw these two in a weekly basis, they had their own brand of relationship to manage. He wouldn’t ruin that. No matter how infrequently Nat liked someone, he was aware he wanted anything he felt to stem from more than just a good lay, and he didn’t trust himself to distinguish between ‘real’ or otherwise.
Practically anyone could be a good lay and still be human trash, and he had standards.
Elijah grinned. “Can’t believe how bad y’are,” he hummed as he propped his chin in his palm and leaned over the table. “Get more trashed in one round a bullshit than anyone else in this bar.”
“It wouldn’t be as bad if there’d be more people playing…”
“Pick someone, then,” Nat retorted flippantly. “You think they’d tell you no?”
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 8:28 am
Being at the bar by yourself wasn’t so bad it had decided as one man, rather large for his size and very, very, very drunk, was talking to him. Not with anything particularly interesting or even coherent most times. His face was pinkish and his large arm was leaning a bit too much on the counter for stability. Winter idly wondered if shoving the arm would cause the man to tip forward and crack his skull on the wooden bar counter.
It brought a quirk to its mouth at the thought as it took another drink, and the man who was talking to him (Greg was it?) was asking him what he did.
“Waste management.” Winter lied, amused by its own prefabricated backstory. It had enough time back at the Negaverse before this trip out to think of the most basic lifestyle it could think of. Something it wouldn’t be asked a lot of questions about it and was so boring just by title that most people wouldn’t want to get into too much into detail about. “Nothing special.” It added.
Greg however seemed to really like his job as an athetic coach and went so far as to touch his arms to state that he could really work his body if he came over to his gym. Even give him a discount.
“I really don’t want to work my body out that way.” It added, finding that Greg was sure taking his sweet a** time with all of this and wasn’t appealing the more he drank down his beer. It checked its watch to make sure what time it had, calculating time to get back to whatever place was nearby or his and also the act, and then leaving. It wouldn’t have much in the way of options and Greg was at least something. The only downside was that Winter didn’t think Greg was the type to shut up before, after, or during sex.
He better be worth the time and effort. Winter said to itself before it paused in the last sip of its drink to notice something.
Well ********> It was the weird, morning jogger from before. For someone who woke up that early, he seemed to have no reservations against being out late either. Did the man even sleep? And who the hell played cards at a bar?
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 8:39 am
It was warm in the club, as usual, warm and loud with peculiar alternating sequences of dim and bright lighting. Nataniel would have hated this at any other time. He would’ve hated the type of people who came in, he would’ve hated the volume of the music, he would’ve hated the gyrating, and he would’ve hated his own behavior.
...Maybe not ‘hated,’ so much as be annoyed that he considered himself too above it to take part openly and too reserved to enjoy the camaraderie.
He leaned on Elijah’s shoulder, tipping his head to rest against the other man, while a still-pouty Noah fumbled to shuffle their cards. Elijah’s arm draped across Nat’s back. He didn’t think he would’ve argued that, even if he hadn’t been drinking. Nataniel didn’t hate it when other people acted ‘friendly’ toward him, didn’t hate when people touched him… He simply wasn’t often inclined to do the same until he’d reasoned out why it was acceptable.
Reasoning tended to make things run a little slower, it seemed.
“Out of shots,” Noah groused, and Nat wondered if he’d be irritable the rest of the night. Perhaps not if they found a cute boy to shove on him.
Nataniel’s dark red irises flicked to the bar, where a pale, green eyed boy was not especially inconspicuously looking over at them. He didn’t look familiar. Nat could pick out at least a handful of faces in the club: regulars, people he’d slept with before, the staff, but this one didn’t look like anyone he’d ever seen. Did he know Noah or Elijah? He glanced to his friends, oblivious and stupid companions though they were.
“I got ‘em,” Nat decided, scooping up a handful of their empty glasses and moving toward the bar. He beckoned the bartender for six more, then turned his focus to the boy. “You’re staring.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 1:12 pm
The jogger moved from the table where he had been intertwined with the other men and came over to the other side of him.
Turning around, he gestured for the bartender to come over and ordered the same thing. As much as he wanted to feel confident, sometimes alcohol just helped bring it out more. He was, after all, still a glamoured half-youma faking it in a human gay bar. Too much was new territory.
“I was staring.” He admitted, not stupid enough to play bashful which really would just take up way too much time he didn’t have to play games. “You reminded me of someone I met before, but now that you’re this close, I guess you’re not him.” He said, smiling a little as he thought of that.
“Having a good night?” He asked, glancing back to the boys at the table.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 1:15 pm
The bartender brought him his group’s shots, and Nataniel took one as soon as they were within reach. It was never his intention to come out, make choices he wouldn’t make sober, and then remember them enough to regret them in the morning. As soon as this had become his routine, he’d already decided he’d wanted to be absolutely smashed for most of it.
It didn’t matter who he used. It didn’t matter who used him. So long as he carefully tread the line between being blackout drunk and doing crazed things that would absolutely kill him, Nataniel didn’t care what happened on Saturday nights.
The shot was hot, almost stinging, all the way down his throat.
He propped an elbow on the bar counter and flicked a quick glance toward the boy’s… other friend. And then was quickly distracted by the sound of Noah’s voice, “Nataniel! What’s the holdup?” The man was half leaning over the back of their booth, looking at him and gesturing for him to hurry up and bring the drinks over.
He turned pointedly back to the boy who’d been staring at them, and as he turned, Nataniel though he heard a disgruntled, “Ugh!” from his booth.
“Did you like him or hate him?” Nat prompted back to the boy, in regards to whoever the other had thought he looked like.
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 1:59 pm
He looked back at the man who had been hitting on him before who was not interested in Nat coming up on what he believed to be his play. Winter made it a point not to even look at the other man and continue this new conversation as if he wasn’t there. If he had to, he could find that man later. He had no doubt that if he just pretended to beg that the man would let him back in if Greg didn’t succeed later on tonight. Just like him, Greg was looking for tail and didn’t seem to care much where he got it.
Gay bars weren’t half bad.
Right now he was too curious.As Greg took his drink and left, Winter glanced as he went and then back to Nataniel (since his friend was shouting it.)
“Don’t know. Didn’t talk to him long enough. Interesting though. Nice body. Cute face. A bit reckless I think.” He said, and took a drink. “Your boyfriend look thirsty, Nataniel.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 30, 2019 2:02 pm
There would be no starting of fights tonight, it seemed. Odd, as Nataniel half-expected this boy’s friend to be of a more aggressive nature, given his size and how entirely uninvited Nat had been to the conversation. Mostly uninvited, anyway. It hadn’t been him staring, after all. Even more odd was that he didn’t think he would’ve minded a little roughing up… It wasn’t typical of his Saturday nights, but then he didn’t consider the night to be for his usual routine.
Someone different every week, it was supposed to be. Nothing too absurd or abhorrently unusual, just enough to be interesting. He rested his chin in his palm as he leaned against the bar.
“Doesn’t sound like me at all…” ‘Cute’ and ‘reckless.’ Nataniel did not consider himself to be these things. He put a lot of thought into his actions, too much for them to so flippantly be called ‘reckless.’ ...He wondered if he would’ve remembered if this boy had been in here before, or if he would’ve simply been too drunk to fully notice.
The latter seemed reasonable.
His dark gaze wandered back to his booth. “I’d say he is,” he admitted with a shrug. “You have no idea, really.” Thirsty in all the worst sense of the word, a sore loser, and now probably annoyed that Nataniel was spending time talking to this kid rather than bringing him his damn drinks. Nat could practically hear the complaint in his friend’s voice. “Nat is fine, by the way. You got a name?”
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 7:16 am
“Really. No one has ever called you cute before?” Winter said, smiling back at him and deciding that whatever boyfriend Nat had, he wasn’t one that Nat seemed to care about keeping. Not if he was okay with talking to him and letting the complaining man at the booth suffer a bit longer.
Trouble in paradise or maybe that’s just how things were in this lifestyle. Lack of experience in being single and looking couldn’t answer much for him.
“I’m Winter. And yeah, I know what sounds like a hippie name. I’ve already been told by the bartender.” He said as his new drink was placed before him.
“So Nat. What brings you to the bar tonight? Just cards? Seems a strange place for poker night.” Of all the things he expected people to do at a gay bar, playing poker wasn’t one of them. It seemed too old fashioned for the day and age of cellphones and ipads.
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 7:24 am
“Not anyone I’d take seriously,” Nataniel answered with a small shrug. ‘Cute’ was for baby animals and children- or short, baby-faced men like the one in front of him. Or December. ...December had been cute under all those unappealing baggy clothes, hadn’t he? Maybe. They’d only met once, so it was hard to say… Well, they’d only met face-to-face once. Nataniel supposed they’d actually been speaking for several weeks now, every time they played the game.
Maybe he considered December a friend. That was hard to say too. He shrugged it off, and decided to put the idiotic young man from his mind.
“I consider myself more ‘attractive,’ ‘handsome,’ or perhaps ‘sexy’ on a very good day.” Things that typically satisfied him a lot more than being called ‘cute,’ as if he was a child. His teeth flashed in a smile of his own. “‘Cute’ suits you, though, Winter.” What was with parents naming their children such absurd things? Winter was no less ridiculous a name than December, either.
...But he wasn’t supposed to be thinking about such things, was he?
“I’m at this bar every Saturday night. Consider it a routine.” Irrelevant and of little interest. Nataniel didn’t need or feel obligated to go into any depth about that. His business. No one else’s. “What’s more intriguing is why a peachy thing like you is here. I’ve never seen you around before.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 7:38 am
“I guess it’s a very good day for you then.” Winter agreed.
“And I just moved to the area. Decided to try out the bars. Maybe establish my own routine. This bar seemed recommended for a good time though that’s to be decided.” He said as he took another drink and glanced over Nate, giving him his full attention now as he turned his stool towards him.
“All depends on how the night goes. You wouldn’t happen to care about helping with that, would you?” He asked.
Winter tried not to swallow hard when he put up such a line, but he couldn’t just ease into a nice conversation. He didn’t have time to get to know someone and even if he had the liberty of the entire night, what use would there be in learning about this guy? It wasn’t like they could date or make something out of it. This had to be how things went and Winter had to get some practice in it now. Practice is doing these kinds of lines. Practice in being more direct than he ever cared to be. Practice in soliciting men in hopes that they would take them to their place or their car or wherever they could get things done without being arrested for indecency.
It did help that Nate wasn’t very old, clean, and comfortable enough to call him a “peach” of all things.
“I don’t get much time to have fun so I’d like to make the most of it.”
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2019 7:47 am
It wasn’t half as good a day as Nataniel expected it could get. He hadn’t had enough to drink to make sure of that, yet, but that seemed irrelevant, given his track record. The faintest of smiles crept onto his lips as he took another of the shots he’d ordered for his group.
Nataniel didn’t like to rush what he enjoyed. Admittedly, he could not have cared less about any random skank’s personal history, and the buildup with any one person he met here didn’t need to be anything except minimal. But he did want to enjoy the drinking. He did want to enjoy the card games with his friends- or whatever they were. And since he had dedicated the entire evening to this variety of exploit, Nat liked to give it the whole evening.
He liked to feel good, not rush through a quickie. Even a complete stranger that he’d never see again could manage that much.
...Though maybe this was not exactly the place for that. He tapped his fingers against the bar counter. Irrelevant. It had served its purpose up to this point, and Nataniel was too opposed to change to vie for anything else.
“You know, I think I might be able to,” he retorted nonchalantly at Winter’s assertion, even if he might’ve liked to have a few more drinks first…
But the leftover four shots would have to go to his ‘boyfriends,’ it seemed. They’d been waiting so patiently, anyway. Taking the small glasses between his fingers, Nat beckoned to Winter with an inclination of his head and headed for the booth he’d occupied only a handful of moments ago to drop off the remaining drinks.
Elijah and Noah knew all too perfectly well what the night was about, and they didn’t pose any argument.
So Nataniel headed for the door, slipping an arm around Winter’s waist as he did.
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