Merp. I'd like to soap.
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Thread Topic: Merp. I'd like to soap.
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Harry's expression went unchanging, even as the other man leaned in so close to him. Even the way the man was holding himself was pretty funny, like trying to hide the statement with his hand and then saying it far too loud anyway. He laughed, finally, when the drunken man smiled at him.
He observed that his voice was a little high, like it had never quite changed, and his hair was stuck to his forehead. Personally, Harry liked guys who didn't shave their heads like army men whenever they got a hair cut. Mostly because his own hair was far past due for a trim. It wasn't kept back by anything at the moment, the only thing keeping it away from his face being his hand occasionally running through it.
"I don't know, I haven't tried everything. Maybe this is something new," he suggested, shrugging. -
"Maybe you're right." He turned away to take a few more sips of the green tinted liquid. Once he felt he had had enough, he pushed the drink forward and rubbed his eyes, going back to converse with the person he had just met. He crossed one leg over the other, his goofy grin remaining peeled across his lips.
Patrick took a look at his watch, noticing the time. "Ahh, s---." He facepalmed, not realizing how fast the time had gone out of the window. "Louis." Patrick said firmly, attempting to nab the attention of the other. Louis crossed his arms, waving a hand to shoo him. He wanted to talk, and he wasn't going to let Patrick ruin what may or may not be a friendship.
"So, what's yer name?" Louis asked kindly, not paying any mind to Patrick words or actions. He was focused on the situation at hand. -
UGH. I have to get ready now. I will talk next chance I get.
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Harry chuckled at the way the men- well, Louis, he'd figured out his name by then- was ignoring his buddy. "I'm Harry. And you're Louis. Do you have to leave?" He put one elbow on the counter, checking himself before to make sure he wouldn't knock over his drink, and put his cheek in his hand.
Louis was a sort of immaculate looking creature. His skin, flushed with intoxication and sweating, was a tempting display of his humanness and Harry longed for the sweet treat that he knew would be his blood. And, though it was true that the man had a friend here, maybe Harry could get him alone for it. "Maybe you'd like to stay a little while longer." -
i am going on trip now so last response until late tonight :s
Louis' cheeks turned some shade of pink, smiling down at the counter. He was usually never one to get so flustered so quickly, but this time around, it was different. Something about the male being presented before him caused him to act like his old, hormone-bouncing, teenager self. Those were the days when he could do whatever he pleased and face no consequences, but since then, he couldn't help but be cautious, especially with all of those stories on the television.
He then, with a childish tone to his voice, bursted out, "Yeah, Patrick! Do I have to leeeave?" He pouted once again, and at that moment, Patrick came to a stand.
"YOU can stay, I've got to get Candanc from work. Get a cab home, you ass." Patrick's voice was teasing and a bit angry, but otherwise, he was okay. He hurried to the door, leaving Louis alone, who grinned with triumph.
"I win." -
Harry smiled at the small triumph. He was practically mad with anticipation now, because he knew that he'd gotten the man alone. "You do," he confirmed, moving to sit in the seat right beside Louis to close the space.
"So, do you dance?" He asked with a gesture towards the dance floor, hoping to make this night a little longer before a he drained someone of blood. Perhaps, even, he wouldn't be killing the sweet-skinned Louis, if he found favor. After all, he seemed like a really decent guy, and Harry never met many of those. The problem was that, like always, it would eventually have to end. No one could find out what he was, and if they did, they either had to die with the secret or become the secret. -
Gonna be on the road again.
Going off of pizzeria wifi lel.
Louis had to think about that question, as he could only dance when shown the correct moves to do. Regular dancefloor movement was simple enough, so he gave an unsure, slow nod of the head. "I dance. At least, if I wanna. Not like those," He stood, giving a dramatic point to some horrible dancers attempting to dity dance, "silly people!" His accusing finger eventually fell back to his side.
Returning to his seat for the umpteenth time during the night, he clasped his hands together, the alcohol fially taking its peak toll. He stared dreamily at the other male, his smile failing to fade. -
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Uugh I thought it posted
bad internets
Harry followed his pointing finger, to the people that neither saw nor heard Louis. He smiled anyway, seeing as it was a little funny. When he looked back at Louis, the man was staring at him with some bright eyes and a cute little smile. Harry felt that it would be wrong to drain someone who seemed to like him, so he tried to draw the man out of the dreamy trance.
"I did see you dancing before," he stated, then mocked his arms-legs dance for a second in his own seat. Of course, he was considerably lankier and his longer limbs flailed out a bit awkwardly, but it was a decent enough representation. -
bruh i was on the highway so it's okay xP
Louis found this just a bit offensive, and he tore the grin right off of his face, folding his arms over his chest. "Well, then. I'm just gonna drink s'more of the fizzy bubbles." He snatched up whatever was left from the counter, glaring only half-playfully as he sipped from the nearly empty glass. Then, finding the correct words to say, he nearly coughed on the soda. The next sentence he said was hardly true, but nothing could stop him. "I'll have you know, I dance fairly well."
He flipped his hair sassily to the right side, his attitude showing much more than previously. "How old're you, anyways?" he questioned, raising one eyebrow. It was difficult to determine the amount of years that Harry had on him. He titled his head, looking him from head to toe with a puzzled expression. -
Harry, while he was relieved that Louis didn't seem quite so interested in him, didn't want to push him away too much. He still had to manage to get him back home. "You could always show me."
He replaced his elbow on the counter, holding his head in his hand the same way as before. Well, I'm two-hundred-and-twelve, if you'd really like to know, he thought, smirking quietly to himself. The attitude in Louis was a little bit of a swing from before, but he liked it. "Twenty. And you?" -
Louis let out a hoot of laughter, giving a clap of his hands. "I will show you and ya gonna so surprised." He made a face of disgust, as he knew that he seriously needed to stop lying. "I'm twenty-two. So, two years on you. Bam!" He slapped a hand to the table. "I'm the older lad here." The brunette was excited over this fact for some peculiar reason, but even he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was.
He did find it nice that the other was younger yet carried himself so maturely. That was a characteristic that he, himself, lacked, and so watching it in somebody else interested him greatly. He would have thought that Harry was older than him by at least two years, solely based on the way that he acted. -
"I'm sure I'll be shocked." He hummed, having thought Louis might be a bit younger. Or at the most the same age. But older, and by two years? That he found a little surprising. "Well, you've definitely got a good sense of humor for how old you are. That's a good thing, everyone loves a funny guy," he smiled, hinting that he'd intended it as a compliment.
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Dx I fell asleep on you I'm sorry.
"Oh, trust me, you will be," he mumbled under his breath at the two-foot hole he'd dug himself into. He leaned back in the chair to stretch his back out, realizing the second part of what the other had told him. "Oh, thank you!" he whistled, giving one nod of the head. He always did love compliments, and any time he got them, he gobbled them up like a puppy to show.
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