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Post by Silas Rosier on Aug 28, 2009 18:41:51 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_bg.png,true][atrb=valign,top] | [rs=2][bg=ffffff][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_mainbg.png][atrb=style,background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] “I can assure you my participation was perfectly consensual,” Abe grumbled.
“Well, naturally,” Silas agreed absently, pouring the absinthe and swilling it around once before helping himself. How exactly Abe had inferred that he thought otherwise he really couldn’t guess. It wasn’t like you needed to pull teeth to convince most men to lock lips with an attractive young woman. Heck, Abe could be sweetened up to almost any idea as long as there was some deep cleavage on display. Toss some fire whiskey into the mix and he’d walk right into Hell with a big fat smile on his face.
In any case, turning thirty seemed to have made the man a little touchy. He had also somehow missed the memo it was a bad idea to imply you were now old and your life was over to man five years your senior. It wasn’t that part that bothered Silas so much: after all, he was doing better now than he had been ten years ago and Abe’s little emo spat wasn’t going to stop him feeling awesome about himself. No, what was grating him was that when people got moody, dealing with them became akin to being forced to work out a crossword with no clues provided and being shocked by electricity when you got it wrong. What used to work suddenly didn’t and then you had to pander to all these new emotions and shit that made no sense. If the man didn’t snap out of it soon Silas was going to have to threaten him with cheering charms, and his last attempt at that had been sixteen years ago and spontaneous combustion had been involved.
“And think of it this way, your thirties can’t be all bad if it means you’re going to keep being jumped by hot twenty year olds from now on,” he added. Twenty? No, she had to be younger than that. Thirty five minus twenty was fifteen, so she was more like seventeen or eighteen then. It would help if he could even remember the year he had been in Lawrence. That, and he was still running on the assumption that the selection of Abe was accidental and not just her attempt to get to her father by a more direct route. Seemed the sort of thing that- crap, what was her name again?
“The brunette with the tattoo?” Abe interrupted, and Silas was pulled out of his thoughts. He matched Abe’s smirk and gave a quick nod of assent. Yes, ‘the tattoo’. There was nothing quite like being confronted with a thing like that during a lapdance, or any extra services for that matter. Yikes, the tips it must rake in. “Well I could certainly do with relieving a little tension…”
“I thought so,” Silas replied, resting an arm on the bar. “Give me a date and I’ll organise the rest.” It shouldn’t be too hard. He’d hung around Abe long enough to know exactly the type of the woman he preferred. After all, he was hardly shy about discussing it. “Unless, of course, there are any requests you want to make. It’s your night after all,” he added, half raising the glass to him as though as a toast before knocking back the rest, “go crazy.”
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Abraham Grey
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Post by Abraham Grey on Aug 29, 2009 21:39:04 GMT 1
Somehow Abe wasn’t entirely convinced that Silas believed him, considering he seemed to be more preoccupied pouring himself another drink than bolstering his friend’s apparently rapidly dwindling masculinity. He didn’t push it though, realising that pressing the matter would just mean talking about Lilith for that little bit longer and she was a topic he wanted very much to leave behind him. And not for the reasons Abe had originally feared either, the more he thought about it the more he had to wonder why Silas wasn’t freaking out more.
Besides he had better things he could be doing, like making more of a dent in the whiskey, Silas had undone all the damage that the absinthe had done him so he’d have to go a way to try and catch up again. Abe grimaced, possibly result of the sip of whiskey he just taken or equally likely the fact that Silas was trying to convince him that being thirty might have benefits. As far as he was concerned there were three types of people; those over thirty who tried to convince him it wasn’t so bad, those in their late twenties who sympathised with his plight and anybody younger than that who just laughed and called him an old man (namely his students). Unfortunately Abe didn’t know nearly enough people in the second category.
As flattering as it was that Lilith had picked him from the line up of not all that savoury characters at the bar, it still made him blanch slightly that she was twenty. No matter how hot she may be that was still only two years older than some of his students. It brought her worryingly close to the fantasy involving the school uniform he’d been having earlier, but in the worst possible way. ”Lilith doesn’t strike me as a typical twenty year old.” He said with the kind of grin that made it certain his thoughts were about as far from pure as a man could get.
”Probably the third or the fourth, I’ll have escaped new year with the family by then and term begins on the sixth.” Abe supplied, tilting his head as he worked out the logistics. ”Wouldn’t want to wear myself out the day before I have to teach classes.” He gave another of those impish grins and raised his glass as though making a toast. ”Lots of sex, if you catch my drift.” The smile dropped a little as a thought occurred to him. ”This will be discrete right? I could lose my job if anybody finds out.”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Aug 30, 2009 16:42:08 GMT 1
“Lilith doesn’t strike me as a typical twenty year old.”
Aaaand, thankyou Abe. ‘Lilith’ was it? He was going to have to try and not forget that the second time around. Then again, if everything went to plan he wouldn’t be remembering a thing from tonight at all, period.
As Abe listed off the dates Silas made a quick mental note and gave a curt nod. Alright, so everything had to be prepared for between New Year and start of term. That wasn’t too hard. Although, as he didn’t plan on remembering anything from New Year on either, it might be better get it all arranged beforehand.
“Lots of sex, if you catch my drift,” Abe grinned and Silas couldn't help but make a sudden noise of amusement. Hah. Yeah, that was kind of the idea, and it was one that was sounding steadily more and more tantalising at that. There was never such a thing as too many threesomes and Silas was already starting to decide it might be a good idea to have his own fun first then send the girls on to Abraham afterwards. Hell, he was the one paying, and beggars couldn’t be choosers. Besides, he’d earned himself a break.
“I’ll keep it on the strict down-low, but I can’t see you getting fired over this,” Silas replied quickly to Abe voicing his concern over his job safety. “Hell, Driscoll gets kicked out of here every two minutes for inappropriate behaviour and the school’s still keeping him around despite the fact that from what you tell me he’s not even qualified. You’re one of the greatest Arithmancers in the U.K and Ireland, Abe, I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” Hopefully if Abe started feeling smug the faster he’d stop complaining and the quicker he’d get to putting that firewhisky to good use.
Right, speaking of more alcohol, Silas started refilling his glass again. The count was about two whiskeys and one absinthe down in only a few minutes, and judging by the pleasant sensation starting to wash over him it was starting to take effect. From now on he was going to keep himself topped up in order to intentionally lose track. “Or hey, if you do get fired you can come work here. I’m sure the patrons could do with some education. Three arithmancy problems for every boob they get to see. That ought to sufficently break Vincent's brain,” he proposed airily, his mind still on nicking Abe’s call girls for a few hours.
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Abraham Grey
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Post by Abraham Grey on Aug 31, 2009 19:42:05 GMT 1
”I’m sure you will,” Abe corrected quickly realising it wasn’t a good idea to insult Silas’s competency in an area that was pretty much his job, he didn’t want the club owner to retract the offer after all. ”I wouldn’t count on Minerva’s sympathy though.” He grumbled, looking down into his glass and managing to look even more put out when he realised there was only a mouthful of whiskey left, diluted considerably by the ice cube that had melted in the tumbler as they spoke. ”Driscoll seems incapable of getting himself fired, no matter how oafishly he behaves.”
And wasn’t Abe rather bitter about it too. He’d worked hard to build his reputation as a scholar and then some uneducated barbarian got to waltz in, take a job and proceed to behave completely roguishly with seemingly no consequences. He was probably making an old woman very happy, that was the only reason Abe could think of to explain why he hadn’t been fired yet. Still, Silas’s recognition of his academic prowess managed to put a smile on his face again and he poured himself another whiskey, neck of the bottle clinking clumsily against the rim of his glass as it seemed the two drinks he’d had already were having more of an effect than first thought.
”You’re right,” He said with the pompous certainty of somebody who’d just had their ego well and truly boosted (and really when it came to Abe’s opinion of his intelligence he hadn’t been that modest to start with). ”I’m an asset to the school.” Abe took a swig of his drink, quite sure that this one was going to make the difference between being a little bit tipsy and being pleasantly drunk. He had to take a moment to admire Silas’s ability to put away his drink, already on his second Absinthe and he didn’t even look like he was about to fall over.
”If any parents got wind of my little... Tête à tête, though, the school would have no choice but to fire me.” He grumbled, no longer truly worried, or not worried enough to put him off at any rate, about the consequences of the liaison, more complaining for the sake of it. One of the worst aspects of his job was having to talk to the parents of his students, they always assumed they knew better. Not even his assurances that he was highly academically qualified did little to prevent them from telling him how to do his job.
Abe muttered something that might have been ‘bureaucracy’ and knocked back the last of his third whiskey, setting the empty tumbler onto the bar to let his drink sink in a little. It wouldn’t do to rush things and become incomprehensible, he’d tried that already and Silas had just sobered him up again, which was just a waste. He had to laugh at Silas’s suggestion of alternative employment; secretly touched that the man might consider him for a job should the worst happen. ”No less than he’d deserve.” Abe said just a little bitchily. ”The reward would definitely be worth the mental strain it might put on him though.”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Sept 1, 2009 14:16:54 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_bg.png,true][atrb=valign,top] | [rs=2][bg=ffffff][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_mainbg.png][atrb=style,background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] “Driscoll seems incapable of getting himself fired, no matter how oafishly he behaves,” Abe griped and Silas responded with what he hoped looked like an understanding nod. Yeah, he knew the feeling. Speaking of people with an enormous aptitude for managing to avoid being fired, Connery The Younger was one of them. The stock reports, the whole reason he’d even wandered out of his office in the first place, were a week overdue now. Seeing as the threat of losing his job hadn’t sparked him into action perhaps it was time to unleash Jacaranda on him. If she didn’t manage to traumatise the gigantor into getting work his in, the man was a lost cause. Nate, somehow, had been (relatively) well behaved. Probably meant he was up to something. Note to self: Get the other bouncers to double their eye on him, and should pay for another security upgrade on his Gringotts account. Whatever response Silas had given to Abe’s continued grumblings, he couldn’t remember it the next day. The rest of the night seemed to blur together somewhat with more talk of hookers, how unfair life was in general, booze, how much family sucked, how much Ed and Vinnie sucked, and Silas could almost swear horticulture had been brought up at some point during the night. Abe had even managed to ramble for fifteen minutes straight about his scarf. ... The morning hangover was another matter entirely.
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