[Open Skinwalkers RP post]

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Random conversations between Skin-walkers characters. Light conversational RP without the need for big descriptions unless you want to! Crack, smut, angst, serious, light hearted, cannon or AU and any part of their time-line conversations are all welcome! Different comment headings make for different conversational topics/situations, please feel free to add new ones guys! ♥

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[sense_of_paine]

Guy could be trained, that much was apparent. He had a knack for gauging spatial awareness, average-to-fair reflexes, and an easy manner that could make him very useful as an asset. Of course, he'd observed these things about him from a distance; being on the receiving end of a show like that made him appreciate these traits up close if only for the extra intel they afforded.

Meanwhile, Thomas was outwardly impressed. The seed for arousal had been planted; that was to say that he'd triggered his body to respond in such a way, heat spreading upwards and outwards until he felt the beginnings of a flush rising in his olive cheeks. It took him a moment to dip his hand inside his suit and pull out his wallet, unwilling to take his eyes off of Guy - specifically his eyes, his mouth, all the features highlighted when attraction came into play.

"Am I? That's, that's actually flattering. Not that I'm afraid of looking my age," he clarified as he pulled out a wad of cash, slid it close to Guy's hand on the countertop. He cleared his throat and said, "Thanks. I'm sure I'll be back for more."

[eightbarblues]

Atley gives a sideways glance to the goings on, happy as always to see Guy in action. He's working his magic as usual.

[just_some_guy]

"Hope you do, seems a waste to come to a bar and only have one." Guy straightened up, pressing two fingers to the notes to slide it back and into the tills.

"If you want a show before the music starts though, make sure you get me. These boys are good, but..." He tossed and caught his empty tumbler as he proffered the two bucks change. "No one's else has got my moves," he finished up, with a lazy grin.

[sense_of_paine]

Thomas closed his hand over the change in Guy's, smiling boldly as he met his eyes. The band were on break now before the next set, and he intended to take advantage of that time away from his mark. It wouldn't really do well to hang around like some lovesick puppy, especially given how casual this man's sexual proclivities were.

"I don't doubt that," he pitched his voice into flirty territory, though he widened his own eyes as if in surprise at himself, obviously not accustomed to these impulsive, spur-of-the-moment ideas. "Just out of curiosity... when's your shift over?"

[just_some_guy]

Yeah, real cute. Guy fleetingly wondered if this cute one was going to be a break-room meeting or not. There were so many in a night, but his shifts were too long for most.

"After three," he shrugged with an apologetic eyebrow lilt. "Bartenders are like vampires. We keep late hours. Looks like you don't."

[sense_of_paine]

Thomas released his hand, almost as an afterthought. He didn't take the cash though, instead giving a single-shouldered shrug. "First tip of many," he said simply, hands drumming shyly on the countertop.

And then, "Oh. Right, sorry to hear that. Don't think I'll be in any kind of shape to wait up," he confessed as he lifted the Black Widow in pointed explanation, then took the first tentative sip. Delicious, and it showed in the slight awe that seeps into his eyes and the way he licked his lips. "Hey, that's really good. Listen, I'm in town for about a month so..." and then he laughed, amazed at himself. "Sorry, I'm bad at this. I'll let you get back to it," he said, raising his newly made drink in amiable cheers.

[just_some_guy]

Guy had known people worse at this. Known them somewhat intermediately, for a few hours at least.

He slipped his tip under the waist of his apron, giving a short nod to one of his other bartenders to let them know he would help them out in a moment. "Oh well, if you're here for a month I have to tell you, Vegas is filled with hundreds of bars - you should avoid them all. Brooker's is the best. You can trust me on that.

"And since you can trust me, I guess you'll be seeing me again."

[sense_of_paine]

Thomas laughed and looked away, briefly. When he looked back at him the smile on his face was soft, small and warm. "Guess so. Thanks for the drink," he raised his glass, then slipped away into the crowd to find someone to occupy his time between his next drink.

As it was, he ordered quite a few from several others, timing his orders for when Guy was busy tending to others. Two and a half hours passed before he returned to loiter in front of Guy, his smile thicker, lips fuller with supposed drink, and his eyelids hooded. His grey blazer was off and folded over one arm, his white dress shirt in an appealingly disheveled state, his sunglasses tucked neatly away somewhere. His hair was long and tousled now, falling into his eyes as he canted his head. "You're seeing me again!" he chuckled as he leaned forward on the bar. "I was hoping that'd happen."

Cocktails are made for innuendo.

[just_some_guy]

"You sure are," Guy answered with a lazy drawl. With a face that flushed, he has to wonder just how many of him the patron was seeing.

Guy leant his forearm on the bar, but didn't lean forward more. Never crossed the line into a patron's space. "What will it be now? A Pretty Woman or a Salty Dog? Or are you after a Goodnight Kiss?"

Innuendo are made for giggles

[eightbarblues]

[From his place behind the bar some two meters away, Atley tilts head head down and laughs into his chest.]

Innuendos are made for getting yourself bugged!

[sense_of_paine]

He drew in a deep, confidence-reinforcing breath, his eyes crinkling with intrigue.

Then, with a lick of his lips and a shy side-tilt of his head, he said, "I'll have a Take Me Back To Your Place. If... if that's on offer. I haven't yet looked at the specials menu, sorry."

Jokes on you. Those bugs will just pick up old films and sex.

[just_some_guy]

With a good natured smile, Guy glanced at his watch briefly. "I don't know if you'll last another three or so hours, if this is how you spend your time waiting.

"I'm due a break though, if you want some air."