( closed ) tell me why the dark side just captures my eye

[geophile]

Who: steven ( geophile ) & rideaux ( pr159 )
When: IC 8/11
Where: a classy little bar in the pleasure district.
What: in an attempt to see if he has any basic social skills, rideaux has invited steven out for drinks. things escalate.
Rating/Warning: 14A for alcohol consumption, some heavy drunken flirting, and a morning after, but nothing worth locking.

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[ it isn't that steven is nervous about this meeting in the slightest - when rideaux has asked him out for drinks, it was in a snarky, borderline malicious way that steven understood. this is nowhere near a date, and he intends to hold his own and prove the other man wrong about whatever silly assumptions he had made about him thus far.

still, he'd be lying if he said that he wasn't anticipating whatever interaction was going to come out of this. he can't say that he likes rideaux very much, but he seems like an interesting person. if he's the kind of drinker that finds himself to be loose-lipped upon having one too many, he might learn a thing or two.

of course it doesn't occur to him that he himself may be the first one to get tipsy, but that's a bridge that will be crossed later. for now he's sitting at the bar, finger swirling around his glass of whiskey (neat, no ice) as he waits for his "companion". ]

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[pr159]

[ rideaux hadn't really expected steven to take him up on his invitation, but the fact that he did hardly disproved his assertions. this isn't some friendly night of fun, but an acceptance of a personal challenge (as trivial a challenge as it is), and they're both well aware of it. of course, for rideaux's part, he doesn't really care how this turns out. either steven confirms that he really doesn't have anything on his mind besides monsters and rocks, or he actually loosens up and offers some amusement. either way he'll get something to hold over his head the next day.

he arrives at the bar three minutes after the scheduled time -- fashionably late so as to make a better entrance, he'd say, though in actuality, he'd had to make a brief unplanned stop along the way to catch his breath. ]

I hope I haven't kept you waiting too long.

[ sliding into the seat next to steven, he gives a cool smile that, in contrast to his words, is not the least bit apologetic; then he waves down the bartender to order one of the house specialty cocktails by name -- one that he knows will match tonight's outfit perfectly -- without missing a beat.

what can he say, he spends a lot of time here. ]