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| Purple Butterfly Pills | Apr 4 2010, 10:50 PM Post #1 |
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Kouta Yuu | 2 | 3 | 4 The sun was hot, the beaches were hotter, and the bodies were next to flaming; Kouta was in heaven. Or as close to it as he could get upon the sandy beaches of San Diego. Compared to the dreary town in North East Ohio he was born and raised in, this was more than paradise. He got to lounge out, party, and get a tan during the day; then follow that up with further partying at his job after the sun went down. It was more than mind blowing to the twenty three year old, it was… indescribable. Pouring a bit more tanning oil onto his hand and smearing it across his already darkened body, he was relaxed on his towel spread out on the sand. A firm smile on his face as he listened to his friends babble on and on about the goings of their lives. Resting back down after replacing the bottle back on top of the cooler holding their little bit of liquor, water bottles, and what non-alcoholic beverages they brought, Kouta closed his eyes and merely drifted in and out of consciousness for the rest of the day until he was poked out of his stupor by his friends pointing out the time. Work was coming and he should more than likely get back to his apartment to get a shower and dress before hitting up his duties at making the world a slightly happier place via well mixed drinks. Finally six thirty rolled around and the petite man found himself in the back room adjusting his black vest and white button down shirt. Brushing slim fingers under his lower lashes to wipe away any renegade eyeliner that may have smeared thanks to his moments of sweating out in post-work traffic driving to the bar. Plucking at the ends of his specifically placed spikes in blond tresses, he finally stopped checking his reflection when he was warned he had five minutes before he got to punch in and get to work. His boss was a bit of a bitch at times, but he figured the woman was simply PMSing more often than not and that the joy he got out of his job was more than worth listening to the owner snapping at him every so often. Just because he clocked in early that one time did not mean he was going to do it again. It wasn’t his fault that they got uncharacteristically busy on a Tuesday and his fellow tender desperately needed his help to fend off the suspiciously thirsty patrons. Punching his card when the time came, Kouta worked his way down the long hall before sliding easily behind the counter. Falling into his normal confident self and instantly sparking up conversations as he served out whatever drink was called for. He’d gone to school and trained for this for a substantial portion of his life and he was damn positive he’d be tending for the rest of his years. There was nothing better than a job where you could not only brighten people’s day, but get drunk yourself for free. It was Thursday, so they weren’t terribly busy. Mostly just the regulars who came in almost daily, if not just on the same day every week. Most of them escaping something that depressed them and just wanting to forget their problems at the bottom of the bottle, or glass depending on the drink. So when everyone fell into their own conversations, the Japanese man leaned his lower back against the counter and began wiping clean some of the glasses that had began to gather dust. Eyes turned up towards the television playing the news off in the corner, he watched the people discussing random things. Emerald tinted orbs focusing in on the captions as he read the words softly to himself. Something about Westboro Church and a dead soldier’s funeral. He’d figured that stuff had ended a long time ago; that they weren’t going to play anything more about that cult on television… “Pity, huh?” A voice rang out from his right. Turning his head, Kouta pouted before nodding. “Yeah… stupid people just don’t know when to stop being stupid…” He commented before grabbing the remote to change the channel to some sports channel that he never paid attention to anyways. Deciding his attention was better served towards listening to tangible people rather than those who discussed things on television without taking anyone else’s opinion into context. |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Apr 5 2010, 08:03 PM Post #2 |
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Perce Wright More Perce Even more Perce Galore “You did great today Cheri. I promised you getting outside would get you moving better, didn’t I?” It was a beautiful afternoon in San Diego, something that a majority of Perce’s newer clients for his low impact program dreaded. A beautiful day meant that a gym was no place to be, which meant they were too distant from the air conditioning and water machines at any given moment. They always aired their grievances about it to the dirty blonde but he didn’t care a bit. The sunshine was infectious. Without a doubt the trainer knew that once they were out there and moving that they would enjoy themselves. They always did and would tell him as much after they cooled down and drowned themselves in a gallon of water. Cheri was resistant to giving him his ‘you were rights’ though, blonde hair heavy with sweat swishing as she hustled her way to the locker rooms. “Remember Monday at 8. Don’t make me wait again.” Perce didn’t mind her current distain for him. She paid him for a good workout and that’s what she got. She also wanted to box with him but if she couldn’t survive a 2 mile run outside then she really wasn’t going to make it with him boxing. As he made his way towards the locker rooms he passed by the big ol’ clock hanging on the lobby wall. He finished up a little later than usual, which prompted him to change his direction from the locker room to the pool. Making his way past a bunch of elderly women in decorative one piece swimsuits and caps the sweaty trainer made his way to the edge of the pool, squatting down beside the freckled red head that was in it. “Let’s go out for a drink.” That red head seemed shocked, jumping back in the water and losing his balance. After flailing about dramatically for a moment he resurfaced. “I’m sorry, I think I drowned during my last class and didn’t realize it. Is the loner homebody really asking me out for a drink?” He had a right to be shocked; normally it was him that had to pull teeth in order to get Perce to do anything besides workout with him. Perce was completely without a social life. The red head Jude was only friend. When the trainer mentioned that to one of his clients he assumed that meant Perce had a bunch of associates and acquaintances but only one person he thought was close enough to him to consider a friend. That was completely wrong. There were his clients, and then there was Jude. If he wasn’t talking to them or his family then chances were great that he wasn’t talking. Normally after work he would go somewhere on his own until sometime after dark then return home, but that infectious sunshine got to him and he really just felt like being out and interacting. Jude wasted no time with taking the shirtless man up on his offer for drinks, clambering out of the pool and pushing the other towards the locker room where they gathered their things and made plans to meet at Perce’s place later on that evening. Perce took his time on the walk back to his loft, absorbing the setting sunshine before returning indoors, showering and changing into some bar appropriate clothes. ‘Bar appropriate’ was loosely defined for him, so he settled on a pair of dark jeans and a gray button down. He was just finishing his hair when Jude returned looking as handsome as ever, pulling him out of his place before he had a chance to change his mind about things. “Now that you’ve started on the path to change, let’s keep with it. Regular nights out, maybe even join a club or something. Not another sports club.” Perce was fine with his limited interaction with people. People irritated, frustrated, saddened, and did all sorts of things to him that he didn’t want to waste time dealing with. Jude however, was not. He was a social butterfly and needed Perce to be the same so he wouldn’t feel so guilt ridden every time he passed up on doing something with the trainer in favor of being with a woman or going to a club or whatever. Jude pat Perce’s back as he steered him into a bar that he favored. “I can’t promise that I’ll do any of that.” Perce said as he waited for the other man to get into the place as well. He made his way to a couple of free seats at the end of the bar, digging for his wallet before sitting down. “You need to. You know, it’s the loners that everyone’s afraid of shooting up places.” Perce tossed him a look that more than clearly read he cared nothing about that. “You should. Maybe if I get you drunk you’ll be more open to ideas. Excuse me.” Pushing some of his fluffy red hair out of his face Jude attempted to get the attention the bar tender. “Shot of whiskey if you don’t mind.” Perce chewed the inside of his cheek. He hadn’t been to a bar to drink in so long, all of his beers were low carb and, well, meant for home. “When was the last time you were out? On a date even?” Tri colored eyes stared down at the bar top as he thought about it. Obviously if he had to do so it was far too long but he wanted to figure out something exactly. “I have no idea what to drink.” Okay, maybe his social life could use a slight boost, but truly, there was no one that interested in. Well, there was one that sort of caught his attention but they barely crossed paths in the gym, when would he ever meet him outside of it? |
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| Purple Butterfly Pills | Apr 5 2010, 08:30 PM Post #3 |
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Kouta quickly finished up the wiping of the glasses and found himself with nothing to do unless someone demanded a drink. As the night went by, he plugged in the juke box despite his own instincts. Last time the machine ran for longer than an hour, he was stuck listening to The Who’s classic of Don’t Get Fooled Again for roughly eighty percent of the night. But no one was giving him any exciting conversation, so a bit of classic rock mixed with relatively modern pop wouldn’t hurt the man’s aura. Especially when the first person to stumble over to the music machine decided to choose some N’Sync… just for shits and giggles. Now, Kouta would never admit out loud just how in love he was with Lance Bass when he was younger, or the fact that he knew all the words and perfected the dance for Bye Bye Bye when he was eleven years old… But he couldn’t help but smile and walk a bit bouncier when the familiar beats reached his ears. Hips swaying gently as he leaned over the counter to converse with a man who seemed a little too eager to talk to the blond bar tender. All too soon did someone call out for him, he was tempted to ignore the call for Whiskey, but that could get someone very pissed and he could lose that someone as a further customer. So as he left the man with a lingering wink, he walked over to the liquor stand to grab the bottle of Jack Daniel’s. Toes tapping the tip of his shoe against the polished wood to the beat of Michael Jackson as he grabbed the little shot glass. Setting it in front of the red head who had requested it, he poured out the liquor before returning the bottle of Whiskey back to it’s position. “And for you, sir?” He inquired, tipping his head in Perce’s direction. Green eyes skimming the man, he realized he knew the other from somewhere. Even as the song flipped over, he couldn’t quite place it… Then it clicked. He’d seen the man at the gym sometimes. Well… it seemed like the other was there all the time, but Kouta only hit the center three times a week, four if he’s really bored. And they never really spoke, maybe once when someone asked if they were done with some machine or other… and the heavier built man was almost never alone. Of course, Kouta didn’t expect to be recognized. He looked very different when his face was clean of any make up and his dyed locks were pulled up into a loose ponytail just to keep them off of his neck… Though he was thankful with the time the trainer gave him to ponder this… He certainly was good looking, even if he was actually wearing clothes. Considering almost all the other times the tender saw him, he was barely dressed in a tank and a pair of shorts… |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Apr 6 2010, 06:10 PM Post #4 |
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“I apologize. I’m just going to think about it for a second.” Perce failed to pick up his head right away, one track mind still on the matter of relationships. He didn’t give too much thought to specific nights out, he never did that even when he managed to hook a guy for more than a few fleeting wordless nights spent in bed or some living room. It had been a while since that scenario as well but— “Marcus!” Perce turned to Jude and pressed his hands against the countertop, the corners of his eyes wrinkling up as his smiled in success. “He went to LA with me to visit my grandparents.” He recalled, very proud that his last date wasn’t too far off in the past to remember. Apparently it may have been too far off for his friend to comprehend as he started chuckling, moving the sot glass that nearly touched his lips back down to the surface it came from, covering his face with his hand. Perce just raised a bush brow and turned to the bartender. “I’m sorry, I’ll have a Gin--” Finally noting who was serving him drinks for the evening the trainer momentarily lost the capability to speak English. His eyes were the first thing that Perce noticed. They baffled him in a positive way. “and Tonic.” The dirty blonde picked up and finished like he never dropped off in the first place, giving a smile and an advanced thanks as he watched his drink being made. Those eyes triggered a memory for Perce and at once he could place where he’d seen a pair just like them. However he looked a tad different from the guy at the gym. Still handsome and very alluring, but different. Then again, all of his clients looked different after they showered and put on some street or formal clothing. So that had to be the same one that kept catching his attention near the treadmills and the weights and almost anywhere within the building. “Excuse me, do--” Confirmation of that was put off as Jude pat his shoulder, still chuckling lightly. “Wasn’t that two years ago?” Well, it was hard to find a man that was Perce’s type personality wise. He liked a wide range of guys physically but wasn’t caving on his standards when it came to conversation and compatibility. Marcus fit, but then had to be booted because he liked to spend too much time with too many single horny men with too transparent intentions. Basically he had a slutty side that wasn’t discovered by Perce until way into things, after he came home one afternoon and found Marcus nude and being used as some guy’s dinner plate. He wasn’t going to put up with that kink so the trainer felt like he dodged a canon ball rather than a bullet. Dropping that topic entirely Perce put his focus back on the bartender. “Your eyes are very familiar to me. Do you happen to work out at World Gym?” It could be considered corny to point out that Perce actually noted the other man’s eyes but he wanted to be forward. At least he didn’t ask if he was the guy he saw dropping out of his dreams last week. Horrible line. |
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| Purple Butterfly Pills | Apr 7 2010, 08:50 PM Post #5 |
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Kouta’s toes were sufficiently wiggling to the beat of Spice Girl’s by the time the other man shouted out a name. The Asian’s brow lifted at the speech before he was finally given what he wanted, though not until after being held in place as emerald eyes were caught and brought into a trance. He was equally as attracted just by the way Perce looked at him, mouth slack, eyes slightly puzzled and yet alluring all at the same time. It felt as if the world stood still while the bartender simply watched the other man try to find his native tongue once more. When the statement was finished, though, Kouta simply flashed a smile before nodding and moving away to get the appropriate ingredients. He spent his time mixing the tonic water with gin. Watching the ice float and swirl as the liquor was poured. Finishing it off with a slice of lime buried in with the clear cubes before carrying the drink over and setting it down on a coaster in front of Perce. Thoroughly expecting that to be the extent of their conversation, he was going through the list in his head of how many people at the bar had opened tabs that night so he could tally up the bills owed when they closed in a few hours. What Kouta was not expecting was for his eyes to be brought into the picture, least of all by the guy at the gym who seemed to never give him the time of day, let alone actually remember his unique eye color. Blinking, his brow lifted once more as his lips spread into a smile. “Yeah… A few times a week, nothing major. Just enough to keep away the beer belly.” Patting his flat abs through his shirt, he laughed before leaning forward onto the counter. Resting on his elbows, he took a better look at Perce. Kouta wasn’t biased when it came to physical appearance. He’d been through almost every kind of guy imaginable, having spent enough of his youth bouncing from one rave to another and sleeping with anyone who would give him an amazing feeling of being loved despite the long term reality. But he was definitely one to enjoy beauty. He wasn’t about to pass up a chance to actually look at the trainer. He never got close enough at the gym, and he couldn’t be sure of just how often he might catch the other in his bar after this… so he couldn’t be blamed when he scrutinized every dip and curve in the handsome features. “…Why do you ask?” He inquired, intending on holding the other’s attention for at least a few minutes longer… before he gets pulled away by another customer, anyways. |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Apr 18 2010, 06:05 PM Post #6 |
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So someone up above was looking down on him fondly. Those chances that he would ever speak to that guy he noticed from afar in the gym fell in his favor, the a million to one possibility. It was easy to ignore the sounds of 90’s girl power groups and his friend’s still amused voice when he drank in just how lucky he was, as well as taking in a great eyeful of the other man. He was hot within the walls of the gym whenever Perce happened to pass him by while he was using one of the machines, but he was a true beauty when he was free from sweat and stripped of standard work out attire and…was he wearing makeup as well? It didn’t matter, it just sparked his curiosity in the man even more. “You’re doing a lot better than the ones who come in with a beer belly and want your body by the end of the day.” Perce curled his fingers around his drink, drawing the glass towards his lips. He didn’t even want to say anymore to the man that caught his attention more than a few times in passing, slightly fearful that he would wreck his chances of ever talking to him again beyond belief. That was what kept him from ever approaching the male whenever he spotted him in the gym and what almost made him turn to Jude and request that they go to another bar in that instant. It was the man that he was faintly interested in that made him stick around in his bar stool and seriously contemplate speaking, ironically. If the other gym attendee wanted to know why he was being asked about then Perce could fill him in. It was an innocent excuse to share just a few words with him that wouldn’t revolve around what kind of equipment was located where, maybe a chance to get a glimpse at his personality to see if it was just as attention grabbing as his looks. He tipped his head back slightly and finally took a drink of the liquor he ordered, draining out just a bit of the clear liquid before setting it back on the counter. “Have you ever experience something where you see somebody, someone you don’t even really know, but there’s this one thing that stands out about them to you, and suddenly you’re seeing them wherever you go?” Perce questioned as he toyed with his glass, unaware that his friend stopped drinking and laughing at the trainer’s lack of a love life and started focusing on the interaction between the bartender and the usually anti-social fitness buff. “That’s what you are for me, though I never expected to see you outside of the gym.” Pulling a hand off of his glass, Perce slowly stuck it out towards the man on the other side of the counter. “I’m a trainer at World. Perce.” He kept his introduction to his first name, partly because no one ever used his last name and partly because he forgotten it for a second and didn’t want to give up a chance to introduce himself because he couldn’t remember the name his bastard father gave him. |
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| Purple Butterfly Pills | Apr 18 2010, 06:58 PM Post #7 |
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Kouta balanced his chin on the knuckles of his left hand as he watched the trainer. A pink slip of flesh sliding out to wet the outside of lips before the top fold bent to be bitten gently by twin rows of pearl teeth. So Perce had noticed him, interesting. It went against almost everything the tender believed in to keep interest hidden from the subject of viewing. He would never hold himself back from going out on a limb to grab someone’s attention if he had even the slightest inkling that they could, perhaps, be attracted to him in return. But this was a slight shocker. The blond never really saw himself as the trainer’s ‘type’. The other appeared to be very much into physical appearances, and his entire aura rang out as complete heterosexual. Perhaps that was just society getting into Kouta’s head though. Hell, he had made a bet or two whether or not the man was more into breasts or ass just a month or so ago. Hence why his eyes widened by a fraction and he was passively flirted with. Interesting. Popping up from his elbow, he extended his own hand. Taking the other’s in his own, he gripped like the man he was. Taking in the feeling of the other’s, he wondered if Perce used lotion. His skin was certainly soft and pliable enough despite the rough weights he must be lifting on a daily basis. Blinking out of his thoughts, he listened to the name before smirking and nodding. “Kouta, I work here on the weekdays, and down at Utopia on the weekends… bar tender, obviously.” Releasing his grip, he tipped his head to the side and opened his mouth to begin an inquiry, but was interrupted by a drunken slur for more tequila. Closing his mouth, he rolled his eyes and held up a finger with a promise to be right back before skipping down the bar to take and fill the order. After that, he was held busy for a full fifteen minutes consisting of pouring drinks, answering questions for bets, and closing a few tabs for patrons ready to leave. By the time he was finished, he was bordering on desperate to get back to Perce and his friend. Who knew when he might get a chance to ask the man again… When the tender finally managed to get all the others in the bar situated and bought another few minutes by himself, he was glad to see that the trainer and his buddy were still lingering off to the end of the bar. Sighing out of relief, the green eyed asian worked his way over to the men. “Anything I can get you?” He inquired, wanting to seem as non excited as he could possibly muster as he did his job. Planning on getting out his inquiry either after the two were sufficiently buzzed or at least after he’d completed what his profession entailed. |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Apr 18 2010, 11:21 PM Post #8 |
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Perce was given a name to put with the eyes he just firmly attached to a face and the feeling was good. Almost as good as the one he got after spending a day in the gym dedicated solely to himself. With the name the trainer noted the bartender’s handshake. A strong one, not that he seriously thought that he’d have anything else as many times as he’d seen the man at his workplace. “Kouta, nice to have a name.” He smiled, consciously pulling his hand back and roping his fingers against the glass he was given a few moments earlier. Once again his mind started setting off alarms, telling him to exit the conversation before he spouted something silly that would be difficult to come back from. Something like that had yet to happen in his dating life but the small nagging fear of it was still there. Before he could jump on the bandwagon of listening to his innermost thoughts and become deeply absorbed with his drink or ignore it and strike up something to talk about beyond his noticing of the other man Kouta took it upon himself to decide what Perce should do, going off to do the job he was there to complete and effectively halting their interaction for a little while. Given the chance to break with the possibility of talking to the bartender again Perce remained settled, taking another swallow of the liquor that he ordered up. “So…” Jude drummed his fingers against the bar top, drawing back the attention of his friend who was looking to him with a cheeky smirk. Perce tipped up a brow and didn’t guess at what the swimming instructor wanted him to, fine with waiting for him to come out and say what he wanted. “What’s the deal with him?” Perce polished off his drink and sought after a cube of ice that was left behind so he could munch on it, still silent towards his drinking partner. “Are you interested?” The trainer gave a noncommittal hum, looking down towards the other end of the bar where Kouta was. He could say that he was interested, that was true enough. “Seriously? He’s your type?” Another hum lacking in a positive or negative answer left his lip. Perce didn’t think that he had a type. If one took the time to line up all of his exes and long term sex partners then they would see a pattern, but only because they had a type. Perce oddly seemed to attract either fellow gym rats that were damn near bodybuilders or drag queens. Very rarely did he meet a medium that was interested in more than just one night of passionate sheet dirtying with a guy that look strong enough to bench press him. If Kouta was interested in him, would he want just that? Did it really matter that much to him? For the third time he gave a hum of indifference. Perce needed to know more about the man first, for all he knew he would be the one wanting to forget the bartender after he left his job. “Well if you are, go for it.” Jude instructed. “Don’t bottle up with me. I won’t be here forever, and you can’t have me the way that you want me.” Perce snorted and laughed brightly. “Don’t flatter yourself.” Perce watched as a woman approached the red head for some flirting, eyes then moving to the TV that was functioning as white noise for the bar. Occasionally he looked at the bartender carrying on other conversations and dealing with drinks but for the most part he sat and enjoyed being out and around other people, even if he was just munching on ice and catching up with what was going on in the football world while everyone else seemed to try and pair off for the evening. When Kouta came back Perce looked away from the TV, waiting for his friend to order two martinis for himself and his new lady friend before looking to the bartender. A voice in him told him to ask the man to get him a number, a time that he was getting off, cliché things he wanted, but he bit his tongue for the moment. “There is, but for now I’ll have whatever your favorite drink is.” Perce couldn’t think of another he wanted and he didn’t want to echo his first drink. Not to mention it was another piece of information learned about the guy in his gym he didn’t expect to be a bartender. |
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| Purple Butterfly Pills | Apr 19 2010, 09:49 PM Post #9 |
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Kouta’s eyes initially went to Perce, him being his current subject of interest, but not long after that second of eye contact was his attention stolen by his ginger friend who continued to stay nameless to the bartender. Only now there happened to be a rather busty brunette flowering all over him. Martinis? Kouta’s brow lifted and eyes narrowed gently. Someone was definitely looking for an easy lay to order such a fruity drink for not only his newest friend, but for himself as well. Pushing the order to the corner of his mind, the blond once more focused in on Perce. Of course, he was waiting on a drink order, but the first part of the sentence was what really got him intrigued. Now, most wouldn’t think twice about someone leading off of saying that they wanted something but didn’t want to say it just then. But Kouta was one to notice flirtation like it was in big neon signs from the Las Vegas strip located against a backdrop of cold desert nights. That minor hint of sultry tone, the way Perce dropped the subject and inquired about him, it all pointed towards a damn near desperate flash of flirtation. So no one could really blame the blond for wanting to flirt back. Only his tactics were far less sneaky. Nodding, he bit down on his bottom lip and left in silence to work out the twin martinis and ponder which drink to make up for the body builder. Instinct told him to be honest and mix up a classic absinthe cocktail. That being his absolute favorite. But as he shook the martini mix and cracked the metal cups to pour the mixed liquor into glasses, he changed his mind. He was sure that Perce didn’t want to get absolutely shit faced, at least not on a Thursday, so he’d go with a more suggestive less alcoholic drink. Smirking, he carried to two martinis back to Jude and his lovely consort for the evening before muttering he’ll be right back with Perce’s drink. Grabbing the bottle of peach schnapps and the appropriate fruit juices. He made quick work of fixing up the tall glass of mixed liquor. Pacing back over to Perce, he sat the drink down onto a coaster before tipping his head to the side. “My favorite… Sex on the Beach.” The tender commented with a nod towards the swirling red and orange hues inside of the clear drink container. Corners of his lips rising in a smile as he waited for some kind of reaction to the almost obvious come on. |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Apr 22 2010, 02:05 PM Post #10 |
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Perce looked at his friend once again while drinks were being made up. He didn’t have to be face to face with Jude to know that there were stars in his eyes as he played into the flirting game. The woman was just the type he was always getting close to, a typically pretty face, long wavy hair, big breasts and a curvy figure. Jude was so predictable, or rather it took a very specific thing to make him happy and he liked to latch onto it whenever the chance presented itself. Quickly he became uninterested in the dance of testosterone and estrogen that was taking place beside him and turned to the much more intriguing bartender that was mixing up their orders. He really never pictured the other as being a bartender. A model, maybe. Not a high level model, Perce wasn’t dense enough to miss such a man come into his gym, but a modest one, one that was mainly posing for friends and local things but still loved his job and even had a small fan base to lay claim to. Alas he was wrong, and slightly glad that he was. Bartenders were much more approachable than models to him, as the former had better people skills and a lot more to talk about. The trainer randomly wondered if the man liked books before a glass replaced the empty one he had around earlier. His eyes suffering from identity crisis turned to the drink that was colored like the sky during sunset and found it was fitting to his mood that day. Before he even heard the name of it Perce was pleased with the liquor, eyes glittering in a smile that didn’t reach his lips just then. When the title of his drink did hit his ears the corner of his lips immediately tugged up, a chuckle pushing between them as he reached out for the liquor he requested. “Really? You must be adventurous.” The trainer brightly spoke out to Kouta. Pressing the cool glass up against his lips Perce took a long drink of the new drink with a tempting name. A good portion of the formally color filled glass was clear when Perce set it back down again, tongue drifting lightly over his lower lip to catch and access drop. “It’s really good.” He claimed, looking back to the eyes that sparked his interest in the blonde man. Nothing sexual was really on his mind but he couldn’t help that the seed was planted thanks to his order. It was more than obvious that the idea was supposed to be there and Perce would have been a complete dunce to pass up on it. “Do you think that it would be?” He slyly smirked and hiked up a brow. It was hard to bite his tongue when Perce only spoke when he felt he had to say something. He already had a mental filter for pointlessness and if the thought made it pass that then it was easier to just say it. If Kouta appeared to be offended at Perce asking if sex on the beach with him was good then he could pass it off as a joke, because that was what it was, even if random not so jokey images started running through his head at his own suggestion. |
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| Purple Butterfly Pills | Apr 25 2010, 07:15 PM Post #11 |
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Sharp green eyes narrowed in on Perce at the reaction, amusement dancing in the depths on account of the comment. Kouta was nearly the opposite of adventurous now that his teen years had passed. He was rather quaintly happy just dating and having a good time. His sex life having been tamed severely within the last year from a borderline nympho to a near house wife standard. If his partner wanted something spicier, he had no problem turning on the sparks and igniting a few fireworks to please them, though. Watching the drink being lifted and brought to firm lips, he couldn’t help but become intoxicated just by the way Perce drank. Nothing light about it, everything the man did seemed to be heavy in one form or another. Weight lifting, speaking, even drinking. Emeralds trailed down from lips to watch a prominent adam’s apple bounce with every swallow before the glass was placed back onto it’s original coaster. Vision jumping back up to Perce’s face, a smirk curled at Kouta’s lips and his head tipped gently to the side. He nodded at the compliment. The bar tender knew the taste of every liquor and mixed drink he served. It came in handy when someone didn’t know the name of something, but could describe it. Plus, Sex on the Beach was one of his favorites, of course it was good. Heaving a breath, he chanced a glance over his shoulder so he could check on every one else’s drink orders. Making sure no refills needed to be taken care of and all the other things that came with his profession. Turning his head back, he barely caught the inquiry. At first it confused him, thinking that perhaps Perce had moved on in conversation with someone else. When he saw that the man was still looking at him, though, slim brows met as he tried to make sense of the question. It took him about ten seconds that ticked by forever to connect the dots. The drink… Perce was flirting back. Keeping his mouth from slacking, he smiled and leaned forward on the counter, making sure that his face was all that the other could focus on. Drawing his tongue slowly across his lower lip, he hummed before smiling. “Never tried it… but… perhaps… At the right time, with the right person,” Eyes dipped lower for just a second to make a more than obvious point that he was thinking of the body builder as the ‘right person’ before lifting back up to the swirling tri-colored orbs, “…It could be a rather enjoyable time.” The last part of the phrase was whispered low enough it might be considered a husk under any other circumstance. Standing erect once more, he shrugged. “Or, you could get spotted by cops, photographed by perves, and possibly get sand in places you never thought sand could ever reach.” Chuckling gently, he shook his head and reached under the bar to grab himself a bottle of water. He didn’t like drinking at the bar, the club was a different scenario where there were multiple tenders to cover for him if he drank too much. But here… no. He was alone and he couldn’t screw up and lose this job on account of intoxication. |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Apr 28 2010, 05:11 PM Post #12 |
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Those seconds that passed with no reply to his jest of a question didn’t bother Perce, they served to amuse him. Accurately, watching Kouta’s face twist up in thought was something that entertained him through the pause. He didn’t even realize that his attempt at flirting went over the other’s head and could have been considered completely ineffective, which would have downed his spirits and made him check out of the flirting game before he got too far in and could make more failing shots. When Kouta finally spoke up again it was like he never took a break to Perce, keeping the idea of shutting up and simply enjoying the fact that he was introduced to the male away. Eyes drifted down towards the man’s lips in time to catch his tongue run along the bottom, grinning as he tipped his gaze back up to meet Kouta’s. He liked his reply, that much clearly written across his features as Kouta pulled away. The afterthought was enjoyed even more. It caught Perce by surprise that their obvious flirting was dropped for a dose of humorous reality about such a tempting scenario but he took a fair amount of joy from the random change of pace, cheeks dimpling as he smiled. “There is that.” Perce admitted with a small nod, fingers reaching out to his drink. While the blonde’s attention was set under the bar he cleared another third of the orange liquid that he was given. It didn’t take very long for Perce to start feeling what was the expected first effect alcohol had on him, the ability to be openly friendly and less indifferent about who he held a conversation with. “But hey, maybe spending a night in lock up, checking for your likeness on porn sites, hunting down Polaroid’s and doing a deep sand clean is fun in its own right.” He suggested of the activity, holding his smile when the Asian man was once again in his sight. “Or at least worth it to get a rush out in all of the sunshine and beautiful air. Might make things 100 times better.” Perce contemplated such an act. Though he was an outdoorsy guy he never honestly considered having sex outside of 4 walls. He found that he wouldn’t mind the act at all, well, at least as there was a towel put down to prevent twigs and grass from poking at places where they didn’t belong. “I haven’t done anything like that myself either, but if you ever want to jump off the deep end and don’t mind spending a day dealing with perv cops with Polaroid cameras, then maybe we can try it together sometime.” Chuckling out lightly Perce went to finish off his drink, eyes drifting away from Kouta for just a moment to his friend and the busty brunette that just unleashed a dark little laugh that caught his ears. Jude seemed to be oblivious to it, charmed by the woman. His friend would have gladly warned him if he wasn’t, for the first time in a while, entertaining his own conversation and flirting, with a drop dead gorgeous bartender no less. If his luck was going to be that good every time he got out of his loft then he wasn't planning on going back. |
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| Purple Butterfly Pills | Apr 30 2010, 06:09 PM Post #13 |
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If Kouta was amused by the little interaction of more than obvious flirting, he certainly wasn’t hiding it. His mouth spreading into a wide smile that reached his eyes and showcased almost all of his pearly whites the more the little Sex on the Beach joke was expanded on. “I guess it might be fun… in an annoying, grumbling, complaining, yet totally amazing kind of way,” The blond man admitted with a sagely nod of his head. “Definitely some memories to keep stashed away from the grandchildren, anyways…” Voice trailing off into silence as he as pleasantly surprised by an invitation that blew all of his flirtation skills out of the water. Brows lifting in that surprise, Kouta’s lips curved into a smirk before shaking his head and laughing. “I’ll keep that in-” Voice pausing, his face fell as someone at the other end of the bar called for him. Official Game Over for the Flirtation Game he was just playing. “Sorry, I gotta…” Nodding over his shoulder, he offered a shrug before rolling his eyes and pacing away so that he could do what he was essentially paid to do. Not flirt with patrons and work. It took far too long, in his opinion, to finish off the drunks with their last glass of lager, close all the tabs, and try to worm his way back to Perce. When he did, it was only for long enough to slip him a piece of paper with his name and cell number on it before being called away for the third time that night. By the time he was heading once more towards that end of the bar, he was gifted with two empty stools and a hefty tip. Whether the money came from Perce or his nameless ginger friend Kouta would probably never know… but he humored himself with the idea that the gorgeous body trainer was the one who left the extra cash. One would think, that as flirty as Kouta is, that he would take every chance possible to stalk out Perce and force him into bed. But Kouta’s instincts told him to let things lay low. To get jitters when he thought about the trainer having his number and to wait anxiously for his cell phone to jingle with an anonymous number with an invite to some date, or just to hang out… didn’t matter. But the asian found himself frazzled to the end when he thought about it. The first two days went by without a hitch. He kept to his routine and worked out without noticing the trainer. Expecting a call by the third day, as was the usual pattern, he was shocked when his phone didn’t ring at all except for his female friend, Ashley, to see if everything was cool on Kouta’s front. Of course he’d gushed to her about the man the first chance he got, and she wanted to know every detail he had… and she happened to be there to provide Rocky Road when he was left hopeless and without any idea as to what was causing Perce to not call. Had he been wrong in thinking that Perce was interested? Was Perce just one of those guys that went around and got phone numbers just to prove he could? Was the trainer drinking beers with his friends and having a good laugh at how traumatized the bartender might be because he was left completely hanging and obviously interested? Work kept him busy at night and extra hours kept him tired enough to sleep most of the day away… but he clung to his phone by the time the next Friday rolled around. At first he’d missed the call, working the bar at the night club. But when he finally got on his break for the night and saw that he had a voicemail waiting from a number he didn’t recognize… his heart leapt into his throat. Just hearing that baritone demolished by the phone company made him wiggle with joy. But then he was asked out for lunch the next day! Oh the wonders of wonders! Pressing buttons, he was about to hit the talk button so he could call the man when he was forced back inside to help with the onslaught of thirsty dancers. Sighing, he voted for a text message to accept. Sounds lovely. I’ll see you there at 12. Sending off the text, he replaced his phone in his pocket before leaping behind the counter. Spirits revived and kicking with adrenaline and glee as he waited upon the screaming patrons. Even taking the chance to be pulled onto the floor for a couple of celebratory dances by his closer workers who had noticed his lift in spirit since he went on break. Getting off early, just because he didn’t want to be a haggard mess the next morning, he left the club so he could wash up and spend two hours figuring out what he wanted to wear before he finally collapsed with a happy sigh into his duvet. The time it took to pass before he would leave felt like a century and a half. He even tried to spend extra time to work his hair into the same spikes he’d worn on the night at the bar… only to fail, wash his hair, and pull the locks back into a ponytail. Which turned out better in the end because the day was sweltering and it felt much better to have his neck cleared of hair so that what little breeze filtered by could cool him off without the wall of blond tresses. The weather also forced him to dress down considerably. Putting on a pair of blue and white plaid shorts and a white t-shirt with an obscure kanji graphic down the side, he simply shrugged. …It was just lunch, right? Not exactly wine and dine… By quarter till, he was pulling into a parking space and double checking his reflection. Thankful that his friend had reminded him to thoroughly scrub his face the night before so that any and all black heads were destroyed and use a facial mask to tighten his pores. …Just in case a little up close action does or does not happen. Walking into the restaurant, he chose a booth not too far from the entrance just so it wouldn’t be difficult for Perce to locate him. Nerves working and making his palms sweat as anticipation jolted through him. Second doubts pulsating through his brain as he watched the clock tick closer and closer to twelve o’clock. |
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| Dreamy Ideal | Apr 30 2010, 08:50 PM Post #14 |
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Perce was happy with that laugh. If he came away with nothing that night just knowing Kouta’s laugh would make all of his small risk taking worth it. He had to let the man go to do his job and for a while he thought that the only thing he was going to get out of the night was a new drink experience and that laugh but empty didn’t describe his hands for long, a number pressed into them just minutes before Jude announced that he was going to walk his shapely new brunette friend home from the bar. Just to make sure she got home safely Jude explained to him, as though Perce really needed to be lied to before he was ditched. Thankfully that night he didn’t care, wishing them an exciting and safe walk as he shelled out the cash for his two drinks and a tip before heading back to his loft. The man didn’t call Kouta the next day, not because he was playing the 3 day rule game that he found to be completely silly but because it was his day off, and his days off were spent alone. He planned to call him the next day, but he ran into problems at his side job that prevented him from getting to the phone at a decent hour to place a call. Before he knew it Monday was back on him and he’d unwillingly played the 3 day game. Despite it being perfectly ‘okay’ to call the bartender at that point Perce couldn’t bring himself to do so. Jude asked him about it and he claimed it was just a bit of nervousness that remained with him after Thursday and he would call as soon as it was gone. Soon ended up snowballing through the week. The more Perce held off the more he wondered if Kouta had forgotten about the trainer that he met at the bar and would reject him as soon as he called. As he held off more the desire to call the man grew and soon he was in a spot where he wanted a date without a shadow of a doubt but calling him seemed so out of the question. Eventually it was his younger step-sister that got his brain out of the infinite cycle of weirdness and kicked his ass into calling. Being the nosy teenage brat she was she got her hands onto the dirty blonde’s phone and asked about the number that wasn’t Jude’s or filed under his work contacts. After hearing just a bit of her brother’s inner workings she laughed, claimed that the bartender hadn’t forgotten about him, and dialed the number. When the trainer got it out of her hands he gave her an angry glare and ordered her out of his house but ultimately he was thankful and didn’t abort the call. He took another risk by leaving a message and once again it paid off in a text accepting his lunch date, leaving him thrilled and very relieved. Then he remembered that it had been over two years since he’d been on an actual date. Perce didn’t give himself the chance to get into a cycle of unnecessary stress, focusing instead on making sure the next day would be interruption free before pouring into bed. On date day he woke up relatively early, taking the time to shave his beard and goatee into something far less ‘just rolled out of bed’ looking and to find a set of clothes that weren’t just meant to be worn at the gym or at work. Eventually he came upon a short sleeved brown shirt with American Eagle scrawled across the front and a pair of jeans that were nice but light enough to keep him from baking in the sun. It didn’t take him long to smooth out and spike up his hair, throw on cologne and check his breath to ensure freshness so he could go on his way. It was getting dangerously close to 12 but the place he chose was but a breath away from his loft, allowing him to take his time to get there. Perce had his hand on the entrance of the restaurant with 10 minutes to spare, but it was then that he thought he shouldn’t arrive empty handed. After all he kept Kouta waiting a week with his call, he should bring something. Flowers were too corny and an actual gift was jumping the gun. After scanning a nearby store the trainer settled on a tiny snow globe that depicted a beach theme. Regardless of where they would be going after the date Perce would probably always associate the beach with Kouta thanks to the night at the bar and thought that the tiny joke token would be appreciated by the other. Finally he made it to the restaurant 5 after 12. Perce glanced around for a glimpse of Kouta and when it was caught he smiled, moving towards the booth he claimed for them. “Hey Kouta. Sorry I’m a little late.” He didn’t waste any time with apologizing, sliding into the bench across from the other. Man, even in casual clothes the guy looked great. “I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” Pressing his closed palm against the table Perce released his grip on the beach globe, pushing it with his index finger towards the bartender. “That’s for you.” |
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