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Post by Cozy on Oct 28, 2008 23:31:38 GMT -5
"Oh, certainly. How nice of you to offer!" Mikhail purred pleasedly, taking a few extra sips to polish off his cosmo, "And what'll you be having, hmm? On me, I insist." He said, setting his hand briefly over the other man's, giving it a small, grateful squeeze before allowing it to come to rest on the table once more.
"Mikhail, by the way." He introduced himself languidly, "The pleasure's all mine."
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 28, 2008 23:36:22 GMT -5
Roarke's blush deepened. His skin burned slightly where Mikhail's hand had touched it.
He cleared his throat loudly. "Ah, whiskey," he said.
"Another cosmo for me is fine," Samantha said airily.
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Post by Cozy on Oct 29, 2008 0:01:57 GMT -5
Mikhail smiled serenely, glancing towards the bar one more and motioning for their drinks. If this boy wanted any part in him, he'd have to be a bit more bold than that.
"Ooh, Samantha, darling~" He began, turning his gaze once more on his companion, "Did you pick up the Wail today? Oh, it was terrible, I was so pleased! A wonderful little piece on the Princes, quite juicy."
His leg moved just slightly further under the table, easily matching up further with Roarke's, leaving their ankles now pressed together as well.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 29, 2008 19:16:42 GMT -5
"Wasn't it?" Samantha replied with a delectable smile. "And you know, I really have to agree. Not that I ever cared for either of them myself, but it really seems as if they downsized their status picking such low calibur to consort with..."
Roarke concluded that Mikhail was definitely interested, and the girl definitely was not, she'd hardly glanced at him since he sat down, but he was still a little unsure of what to do about it. He drained most of his brown, frothy drink and decided if this was going to go anywhere, if he was going to get any, he couldn't just sit there and listen to them gossip. So he reached under the table and ran rather dominating fingers along Mikhail's knee.
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Post by Cozy on Oct 29, 2008 21:54:40 GMT -5
Mikhail's eyebrows raised just slightly as he spoke to Samantha, the tiniest of signals in his otherwise easy demeanor, "Oh, I know, right? They could've had anyone they wanted-" -Just like this one, if he's anything like that in bed-, "-And that was what they picked? Honestly. And they're not bad-looking boys, either."
Beneath the table, he allowed his knees to part just slightly, obligingly. His head cocked to the side just slightly, and he rested his cheek delicately atop his knuckles, elbow at the edge of the table. Ah, buzzed and already being moved in on. This was turning out to be a lovely, lovely night.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 29, 2008 22:06:11 GMT -5
Samantha noticed the eyebrow raise and cast a discreet glance to Roarke's end of the table, where his hand disappeared, headed obviously in Mikhail's direction. She gave Mikhail a brief my, my look, before continuing in their little gossip rant. "I agree," she said, with a tragic sigh. "I think Armand surpasses Alexander, personally, and look who he's stuck with?"
Yes. Roarke's hand continued it's gleeful exploration up Mikhail's thigh, meanwhile he leaned his chin in his hand, pretending to listen. As if he cared about who Armand Ira dated, good-looking, wealthy prince or not.
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Post by Cozy on Oct 29, 2008 22:13:30 GMT -5
Mikhail gave the tiniest of pleased shudders. Oh, he liked where this was going. Quite a bit.
"Oh, I know." He half-sighed to Samantha, as he allowed the side of his thigh to press happily against Roarke's. Then, playfully, he shifted his gaze to the other man, "What do you think, mm?" He questioned almost gleefully, watching him with unabashed bedroom eyes. He would admit, it was a rather terrible habit, but he did so love to play with his food.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 30, 2008 0:01:43 GMT -5
Roarke licked his lips, gaze heavy, before realizing Mikhail had asked him a question.
"Oh, well I don't know. I've seen Alexander around, and he can be a real ass, right, but he can hit up with the best of us. I dunno about Armand. I guess he's too high class for my crowd."
Hopefully that was what they were still talking about. A hint of lust filtered into his eyes as he looked back at Mikhail.
Samantha gave Mikhail a short look. Get on with it, it seemed to say, before the poor man wets himself.
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Post by Cozy on Oct 30, 2008 0:10:32 GMT -5
Mikhail nearly purred as he caught Samantha's look. He'd been hoping for her permission. He hardly wanted to be impolite in his...affairs.
"Oh, I know, absolutely!" He agreed immediately, nodding towards Roarke, although to be honest he hadn't really caught the entirety of what the other man had said. "I've always thought-" He accented the exclamation with the tiniest of gestures, ever-so-unfortunately sending his delicate glass tumbling onto the table, a few drops quickly making their way onto the hem of Roarke's shirt.
"Oh, dear, I'm terribly sorry!" Mikhail cooed immediately, rising, "Come along, to the sink with you before it stains." He ordered, hooking a finger in Roarke's collar and leading him eagerly towards the bathroom.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 30, 2008 0:30:22 GMT -5
A grin of triumph spread over Roarke's face. "You're absolutely right. Can't have stains."
He stood to his feet, practically dragging Mikhail as they headed to the bathroom.
Samantha watched them go, faintly amused, tracing her finger over the rim of her glass. "Do you want another?" She glanced up at the waiter and smiled.
"Yes please."
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Post by Cozy on Oct 30, 2008 0:39:13 GMT -5
((Ooc; Skippity skip!))
Mikhail straightened his jacket lightly in the bathroom mirror, adjusting it to cover the few marks dotted over his neck. Oh, he loved the ones that bit, he couldn't deny it. But it was always a bit of a hassle, hiding what they left behind. He threw a short, pleased grin to Roarke over his shoulder in the mirror.
"I hope Sam hasn't missed us too terribly." He joked, turning just a bit to let his teeth graze the spot under the other man's ear in a small, affectionate nip. He doubted that she wouldn't have her own company by now. And if she didn't...well, there was always later when they got home. ...If he didn't decide to take this one home as well. But that would be up to him, really. Mikhail was, as usual, pleased with either way.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 30, 2008 0:50:50 GMT -5
Roarke gave him a languid, satisfied smile. Sam who?
Samantha had in fact not missed them too terribly. She was now officially and deliciously drunk, and had a sort of harem of men around her that she played with, her cheeks red from the drink, her collar loose and down, laughing fairly loud and obnoxious, but none of the men seemed to mind.
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Post by Cozy on Oct 30, 2008 0:55:47 GMT -5
Mikhail laughed pleasedly, smoothing a hand over the other man's cheek. He loved leaving them this way. And it had been an especially nice release from the whole mess during the Day of the Dead.
"Come along, you." He purred, curling a set of fingers around Roarke's wrist and leading him back out of the bathroom (making sure, of course, to allow no affectation to appear in his step).
He was pleased to see Samantha back to her usual best, and couldn't help but grin as he slid into one of the seats at the table once more.
"Good to see that you missed me." He joked, grin widening a bit further.
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Post by Miss Jack on Oct 30, 2008 1:03:11 GMT -5
"Oh, Mikhaaaaaail!" Samantha's eyes widened and she waved wildly, as if he wasn't right in front of her.
"You're just in time. We were about..." She hiccuped, and her eyes glazed. "What was I... Aaw, yiss. We were about to have another shot, weren't we boys?" She reached down and closed the jaw of one gentlemen particularly close to her chest, smiling coyly.
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Post by Cozy on Oct 30, 2008 1:08:56 GMT -5
Mikhail laughed happily, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, "Oh, darling, I've missed you ever so much." He sighed pleasedly as he glanced towards the bartender, holding up one finger and carefully mouthing 'Water'. He wouldn't have her being sick all over him, that was for sure. Plus, really, it was his job to look out for her. She'd do the same for him, were he equally as sauced.
"And who are your friends, hmm?" He asked, curious if she had any particular interest in one that he could single out of the flock for her.
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