Gentlemenly Bros on a Whistle Hunt
Jun 29, 2015 7:03:51 GMT
Maeve Blodeuwedd and Lasair Landevier Lupen like this
Post by Stephen Leland on Jun 29, 2015 7:03:51 GMT
Open to Ikuze Storm , Maeve Blodeuwedd , and anyone else who works or visits the Gears and Whistles gentlemen's club (would Edelweiss Fjäril visit this place by any chance?) Thank you Max for the title
Why was he here. The last time he visited this club he swore to never visit again. But here he was, setting at the bar, waiting for the show to begin. Of course he could not muster up the courage to go alone, so he dragged Marcus along who was all to happy to oblidge. "I know why w'ere here!" he exclaimed for what seemed to be the twentieth time tonight. Marcus seemed to be making a game of figuring out why a 'doe-eyed lover like him' would go out into a gentlemen's club. His last guess was that he was a closet pervert, which earned him a good bop on the head. Stephen was not looking forward to what crazy excuse he would come up with next. "You're here to see Ikuze, aren'tcha!" The surprised noble choked on his glass of water and spent a good few seconds coughing, unable to grace that remark with a response. Marcus's eyes light up as if he had just won the lottery "That's it exactly! I knew it! You're hoping she'll give you a couple of smooches like last time! I knew it!" Stephen recovered from his near death experience to hiss at his friend "I most certainly am not! I am here on business!" "Business? Oh that's rich. Give it up man. You still like her. Which begs the question again; why did you leave her at the alter!?! I thought I taught you better!" Marcus elbowed his friend smartly in the ribs as Stephen grappled for a response. Nothing worth while came to mind, which made him feel even worse about the whole ordeal. He silently glared at the glass of water in his hands, defeatedly giving no answer to the question. His actions on that day were probably the most foolish things he had ever done in his life. Marcus looked Stephen up and down then shook his head, patting the chap on the back, "You better make it up to her. Ten million times over." Marcus gracefully changed the subject, "You know who i'm hoping to see tonight? Maeve. She's something else," he trailed off with a dreamy look in his eye. Stephen snorted. Ever since their little trick where Marcus pretended to be the fiery woman's sweetheart, he'd been smitten with her since. "Good luck with that. I think she still mildly dislikes you" "That's not hate thought! I can work with mild dislike."
Why was he here. The last time he visited this club he swore to never visit again. But here he was, setting at the bar, waiting for the show to begin. Of course he could not muster up the courage to go alone, so he dragged Marcus along who was all to happy to oblidge. "I know why w'ere here!" he exclaimed for what seemed to be the twentieth time tonight. Marcus seemed to be making a game of figuring out why a 'doe-eyed lover like him' would go out into a gentlemen's club. His last guess was that he was a closet pervert, which earned him a good bop on the head. Stephen was not looking forward to what crazy excuse he would come up with next. "You're here to see Ikuze, aren'tcha!" The surprised noble choked on his glass of water and spent a good few seconds coughing, unable to grace that remark with a response. Marcus's eyes light up as if he had just won the lottery "That's it exactly! I knew it! You're hoping she'll give you a couple of smooches like last time! I knew it!" Stephen recovered from his near death experience to hiss at his friend "I most certainly am not! I am here on business!" "Business? Oh that's rich. Give it up man. You still like her. Which begs the question again; why did you leave her at the alter!?! I thought I taught you better!" Marcus elbowed his friend smartly in the ribs as Stephen grappled for a response. Nothing worth while came to mind, which made him feel even worse about the whole ordeal. He silently glared at the glass of water in his hands, defeatedly giving no answer to the question. His actions on that day were probably the most foolish things he had ever done in his life. Marcus looked Stephen up and down then shook his head, patting the chap on the back, "You better make it up to her. Ten million times over." Marcus gracefully changed the subject, "You know who i'm hoping to see tonight? Maeve. She's something else," he trailed off with a dreamy look in his eye. Stephen snorted. Ever since their little trick where Marcus pretended to be the fiery woman's sweetheart, he'd been smitten with her since. "Good luck with that. I think she still mildly dislikes you" "That's not hate thought! I can work with mild dislike."