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.
"Didn't give it," Lucius answers smoothly. He's been sat here a while, nursing his beer, but he can't say he minds the wait overmuch. It's comfortable to be in a throng of like-minded people. He lifts the mug as he turns a smile on the handsome merchant, the lip of the mug covers the split in his fairly well.
"Had to be sure you'd show up, first," he adds as he lowers the glass and tries not to smile too wide. It's hard, his natural inclination is not to scowling.
"Lucius," he says and sets down his drink to extend that hand. He's cleaned up but his knuckles are still a bit scuffed from the extremely one-sided fight last night. "And you?"
That's all rather fair, in Izzy's opinion, and he takes the offered hand. The shake is a rather new and novel form of greeting, and he has to say he quite likes it. You can tell a lot about a man from the way they grasp you. Their temperament, their intentions. Weak or dominant or confident.
He sees the scraped knuckles before he sees the lip, and wonder immediately riles up beside concern and a certain kind of possessiveness he has to right to. Mugged, probably, he thinks. Poor fucker.
"Izzy," he answers, preferring the shortening, and commits Lucius' name to memory. It suits him, really. Distinguished but comfortable on the tongue.
"Seems you got into something fun yesterday. I should have warned you that fabric fights back."
"Just my luck. Of all the bolts with the nice hands, I pick the one that can make a fist," Lucius replies easily accepting the humorous out for what it is. He turns on his stool, then and drapes himself against the bar. His eyes casually rake down Izzy before him--Izzy. What a name. He wonders what it's short for, there are a few choices that fit. He wont pry, though, not into that at least.
There's a certain air to clubs like this, a casualness and ease that Lucius both adores and hates. Izzy seems comfortable here, but that can mean anything. At the very least, though, he probably won't be surprised by his next question.
"Did you want to dance...or retire somewhere private for...conversation?"
Lucius doesn't sound like he'd prefer either, but his gaze rests heavy on Izzy's handsome face. There's either promise or threat in that look and it's hard to tell which it will be--if not both.
Lucius's expression pinches with curiosity and, just like that, he's got his whole focus on this man.
He can't say he objects to the idea of getting to know someone, but that's not...people usually don't want to know him. They want to bed him, they want him to leave, they want him to deliver something, but they never usually want to know him--it's a feature of being a servant, or...having been, rather. It's made his new life easy enough, given all the dirty little secrets he keeps, but it's also just excruciatingly lonely. He'd have settled for physical intimacy but...knowing him? Nobody's ever preferred to know him before.
"Would you now?" Lucius asks and takes another sip of his pint. He purses his lips once he has and then takes a short, sharp breath as he mulls that over.
"Alright, Izzy," he agrees and his smile pulls at that split in his lip before he can catch himself. He grimaces and tongues it briefly before he continues. "What would you like to know?"
Tell me about yourself is such a boring opener. Sure, it’s what he wants to know, but it is so completely dull.
Not one for free love without any basis whatsoever, the idea of taking Lucius to bed is very appealing but he wants more first. Sex is all well and good but it does very little to quench the thirst of loneliness.
It is, at best, a temporary drizzle when you need rain.
“If you could do anything, be anything in the whole world, what would it be?”
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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.
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"Had to be sure you'd show up, first," he adds as he lowers the glass and tries not to smile too wide. It's hard, his natural inclination is not to scowling.
"Lucius," he says and sets down his drink to extend that hand. He's cleaned up but his knuckles are still a bit scuffed from the extremely one-sided fight last night. "And you?"
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He sees the scraped knuckles before he sees the lip, and wonder immediately riles up beside concern and a certain kind of possessiveness he has to right to. Mugged, probably, he thinks. Poor fucker.
"Izzy," he answers, preferring the shortening, and commits Lucius' name to memory. It suits him, really. Distinguished but comfortable on the tongue.
"Seems you got into something fun yesterday. I should have warned you that fabric fights back."
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There's a certain air to clubs like this, a casualness and ease that Lucius both adores and hates. Izzy seems comfortable here, but that can mean anything. At the very least, though, he probably won't be surprised by his next question.
"Did you want to dance...or retire somewhere private for...conversation?"
Lucius doesn't sound like he'd prefer either, but his gaze rests heavy on Izzy's handsome face. There's either promise or threat in that look and it's hard to tell which it will be--if not both.
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Can’t help but wonder if he’s bendy, too.
That stirs something carnal and the decision he’s asked to make becomes an easy one.
“I was never really one for dancing. Always ended up doing the playing.”
A boast? Maybe so.
“But I think I’d rather get to know you.”
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Lucius's expression pinches with curiosity and, just like that, he's got his whole focus on this man.
He can't say he objects to the idea of getting to know someone, but that's not...people usually don't want to know him. They want to bed him, they want him to leave, they want him to deliver something, but they never usually want to know him--it's a feature of being a servant, or...having been, rather. It's made his new life easy enough, given all the dirty little secrets he keeps, but it's also just excruciatingly lonely. He'd have settled for physical intimacy but...knowing him? Nobody's ever preferred to know him before.
"Would you now?" Lucius asks and takes another sip of his pint. He purses his lips once he has and then takes a short, sharp breath as he mulls that over.
"Alright, Izzy," he agrees and his smile pulls at that split in his lip before he can catch himself. He grimaces and tongues it briefly before he continues. "What would you like to know?"
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Not one for free love without any basis whatsoever, the idea of taking Lucius to bed is very appealing but he wants more first. Sex is all well and good but it does very little to quench the thirst of loneliness.
It is, at best, a temporary drizzle when you need rain.
“If you could do anything, be anything in the whole world, what would it be?”