The man Lucius is there to meet arrives midway through the night. In truth, he had planned to be there early so he could scope the place out and see who was there that evening, but it didn't go down that way. These places, while secret and sacred, draw all types and there are a few he would rather not meet on this particular occasion. Some dandy, some the total opposite, but he has a good feeling about this new gentleman, and he wanted to feel like he had a mastery of the space before engaging.
Unfortunately, even the best laid plans and all that. Work had called which kept him in his office for hours longer than he wanted and on his way there he swore he saw the familiar back of a leather clad vagabond he knew only too well. Tall, broad and charming, they had met on several occasions and Izzy knew were he to be seen that would be the end of his potential evening and the start of a very different one.
Best not to go down that road tonight.
It meant having to take the long way round and circling back several times to be sure, and in doing so had spun up his anxiety to an enormous, great beast of a thing. Would the new man even be there? Someone so handsome surely wouldn't want his attention anyway, is he just being a pervert? Say he shows and the boy doesn't, it would make a fool of him. Sat there waiting like a fucking idiot.
Izzy had gone back and forth and back and forth so many times it was almost dizzying, and the pit in his stomach was heavy by the time he finally managed to force himself to enter the shop and disappear down into the hidden gem.
Dim and full of song, with dancing bodies and roaming hands, it is as sinful as it is safe. He doesn't much care for the overall air of the place but there are very little options for a man like himself and so there's nothing else to do but embrace it. He is a sinner.
If only he believed in God.
Luck, though. Luck he believes in. And he is lucky tonight, because he would know the straight back and short hair of the man he met yesterday, anywhere. Sure enough, because he had spent the entire night and all of today thinking about him.
Izzy takes a breath and steels his nerves. He's been here a hundred times, this shouldn't be so rattling. No one is looking at him, only the passive glance of people hoping to know the newest occupant, and so he approaches and takes the seat on the right of his gentleman. If he is a gentleman. Izzy isn't sure he thinks so, and that is so very exciting.
"Port, Jackie," he says to the bar woman. Broad and dark and immaculately styled as a man, herself. She makes a small face but doesn't judge and pours the drink, exchanging it for his coin before she leaves and lets a smaller man replace her who is completely disinterested and turns his attention to cleaning glasses.
"I never caught your name," he says, trying his best foot forward and hoping his nerves don't betray him. They sure are trying.
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Unfortunately, even the best laid plans and all that. Work had called which kept him in his office for hours longer than he wanted and on his way there he swore he saw the familiar back of a leather clad vagabond he knew only too well. Tall, broad and charming, they had met on several occasions and Izzy knew were he to be seen that would be the end of his potential evening and the start of a very different one.
Best not to go down that road tonight.
It meant having to take the long way round and circling back several times to be sure, and in doing so had spun up his anxiety to an enormous, great beast of a thing. Would the new man even be there? Someone so handsome surely wouldn't want his attention anyway, is he just being a pervert? Say he shows and the boy doesn't, it would make a fool of him. Sat there waiting like a fucking idiot.
Izzy had gone back and forth and back and forth so many times it was almost dizzying, and the pit in his stomach was heavy by the time he finally managed to force himself to enter the shop and disappear down into the hidden gem.
Dim and full of song, with dancing bodies and roaming hands, it is as sinful as it is safe. He doesn't much care for the overall air of the place but there are very little options for a man like himself and so there's nothing else to do but embrace it. He is a sinner.
If only he believed in God.
Luck, though. Luck he believes in. And he is lucky tonight, because he would know the straight back and short hair of the man he met yesterday, anywhere. Sure enough, because he had spent the entire night and all of today thinking about him.
Izzy takes a breath and steels his nerves. He's been here a hundred times, this shouldn't be so rattling. No one is looking at him, only the passive glance of people hoping to know the newest occupant, and so he approaches and takes the seat on the right of his gentleman. If he is a gentleman. Izzy isn't sure he thinks so, and that is so very exciting.
"Port, Jackie," he says to the bar woman. Broad and dark and immaculately styled as a man, herself. She makes a small face but doesn't judge and pours the drink, exchanging it for his coin before she leaves and lets a smaller man replace her who is completely disinterested and turns his attention to cleaning glasses.
"I never caught your name," he says, trying his best foot forward and hoping his nerves don't betray him. They sure are trying.