what is love? [eiko]

[DAMIEN BLUE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#764423; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #583319; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #3F2412;]ABOUT THE WAY HE THINKS Isn't this where she hung out all the time? Maybe this was the wrong bar? Who knew which one he'd find her in. She wasn't even old enough to be in one of these places, but he'd never tell. It was her little secret that she wasn't old enough to drink and he'd keep it for her. Damien wouldn't want her to know he was looking for him, so he'd ordered a drink to try and blend in. But Damien wasn't much of a drinker. The taste often disturbed his stomach and he didn't want to know what kind of drunk he'd become. The boy sat on a stool, spinning it around like the immature child it was, as he brought the glass of whiskey- he thought it was whiskey?- to his lips and taking a sip. He scrunched his nose and lowered his gaze. It didn't taste anywhere as good as his brother claimed. The hands on his watched ticked away second by second and he kept dropping his gaze toward it. It was getting later and he didn't recognize one familiar face in the bar. No friends, co-workers, or even old schoolmates. Just a load of drunken strangers- half of whom couldn't seem to keep their pants on before they exited the building. Why was Damien here?! He'd already had a few women- and even one man- offer him a drink. But he had to say no. Damien may have been a bit dumb, but he knew what roofies were. Why anyone would drug him was a mystery though. Maybe they'd just been trying to be nice after all. [/style]

[eiko hisakawa]

She liked bars. She liked the margaritas they served in those crystal glasses with the olives.. they were delicious, and this bar made the best of them. Legally, she wasn't allowed to drink. However, with her appearance allowing at least to twenty years old, and her ID stating just the same, she allowed herself the risk of stepping foot into the mature atmosphere, smiling just gently on her lips as she glanced around the room before her eyes settled on a familiar face. Well, to be fair, most of these people were at least fairly familiar, but one was the most.

Damien was sweet, but a bit of an idiot, and if he were ugly, then she'd turn her nose and wouldn't even bother, but Damien was.. well.. he was gorgeous. He had long red hair that was actually quite fitting, not like most of the gingers around the world, with their unattractive freckles covering their skin so much that it seemed the pale white was the flecked color. No, he was gorgeous, and he was toned, and she wanted him on that bar, or that stool he was excessively spinning in. She approached, sleek and calm, and reached her hand out to take a strand of his hair. "Damien-senpai~ Order me a drink?" Because of course, with a potential man in her presence, she wasn't about to order her own drink, was she?

[DAMIEN BLUE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true] [style=width: 238px; height: 20px; background:#764423; margin-bottom:0px; border: 1px solid #583319; padding-top: 3px; text-align:center; font-family:ms gothic; font-size: 20px; color: #3F2412;]ABOUT THE WAY HE THINKS There she was! Fuck, play it cool. Yet his fingers were nervously tapping away at the counter at the fastest speed they could manage. The brunette gave a bout of nervous laughter, leaning back on his stool and casually propping his elbow on the counter to keep him seated upright. And she was talking to him too. Of all the people in this bar she could talk to, it was him! Damien was beaming with excitement. He couldn't get that smile off of his face, even if he tried. She really did this to him. Sent him smiling and put all of those dokis in his heart. "Sure darn will! Whadya want, gorgeous?~" Damien asked, a playful wink from his eye as he tried to motion for the bartender to come over. Unlike her, he was old enough to be drinking here. And old enough to be ordering drinks. He felt like buying her drink for her made it a little less illegal! If anyone should be behind bars for this, it should be him for letting her have it. But who would put Damien in jail? His police officer of a big brother? No way! Sterling loved him too much to do that. [/style]

[eiko hisakawa]

He was like an eager puppy, but instead of a wagging tail, he rapped his fingers against the bartop over and over again, quick and excited. She didn't find it cute, really. Actually, it was a bit annoying to listen to but she could deal with it, like she could deal with the bark of anxious laughter that came from those pretty lips. He was an awkward kid, but she liked it. She liked him.. alright. He was attractive and she wanted him, so she'd have him, despite his annoyances, despite his nerves. He had a sweet smile and he was willing to technically break the law for her, though she had an excellent fake ID in her handbag. No one questioned it. She was gorgeous and had money to spend..

But she'd prefer if it was someone else's money. She allowed a smooth smile to trail on her glossed lips, pleased. "Thank you, senpai~" She would continue calling him senpai unless told otherwise. Those things came naturally to her, despite not talking to anyone Japanese, or being in Japan at all. "A dry martini." She liked the olives, and the taste, and the glasses. And she liked that Damien was willing to buy it for her. It was sweet of him. She reached out and trailed her long fingers on a lock of his hair. "You pull off long hair very well, senpai." She'd prefer to be gripping it in some form of ecstasy, but this was.. fine. "What do you like to drink?"