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Club Le Boa (A hetalia rp)
The club didn't look like much on the outside and most would probably skip over it if they didn't know of its existence. It consisted of a single purple neon sign saying Le Boa in cursive font set against a drab concrete wall. Set in the center of the city, all around it sat bright neons, big clubs, and even darker alleys. Inside Le Boa though, people crowded in the small space. Lights lit it in a swath of soft color. The music stayed low and smokey to match the dancers that spun across the center front stage. The beat only changed for special performances and then the occupants eyes would glue to the dancers.
All sorts of people came here. Men with heels and boas wrapped around their necks or feathers pinned to their eyes, but also business men and teenagers. Despite the name, most of the customers were the tame sort and even women came around, lost or curious of the gay side of the world. They were all welcome. Francis tied back his blonde waves as he waited for the customers to show. Early in the evening, they were just opening and the music and lights made the place look like a wonderland without the people. He wore prim clothes and a smile that suited his profession of bartender. His easy, flirtatious nature loosened the customers lips and he loved that most about his job. "Good evening!" he called as the first people trickled in. He just loved to listen to people. And if some broken-hearted sob wanted to spend the night with him, even better. Mushroom Magic: |
http://i989.photobucket.com/albums/a...pscgj6lpil.jpg Why did people have to he such twats? Arthur picked up articles of clothing up from the floor and put them back where they went. He'd been working in Spectrum (a clothing store for teens) for about a year now, and he hated it with a passion. People were rude and stupid and dealing with them, while a necessity, was still never easy. He was saved as the store closed and he was allowed to check out for the day. Arthur always had the worst work days. He'd spent all day at work, folding sweaters and dealing with customers, and when his shift was over he liked to go and unwind a bit. He showed his ID and entered Le Boa, a regular hangout when he'd had a particularly stress filled shift such as today. He was welcomed by a cheery young Frenchman and he nodded curtly before sitting himself at the bar. Maybe he'd go home with someone tonight. Maybe he'd have a nice date and forget his trouble for a little while. All of his friends were dating and some were even married, but he was here. At a bar. Drinking alone. For one, he'd always been so quiet about his sexuality, and it always seemed to be impossible to date secretly without upsetting his partner and ending up dumped. He downed his third drink and swayed on his stool, mumbling something to himself about how things weren't fair and some other nonsense. A few hours later, Arthur was so increasingly hammered that he could scarce even remember why he'd been upset to begin with. Things were fuzzy, and he was giddy, batting his eyes at any man who'd pay him an ounce of attention. He looked a bit like a fool, but what did it matter? He waved to the same blonde who'd been gretting people all night. "'Ello Doll.'care for a drink compliments of me?" |
Francis really did love his job. The more drunk the customers got, the more easy they got. He didn't even need to watch the dancers to get a show some days. Just last week, an Asian boy--he could never figure out the difference between the different Asians--got drunk enough to lose his pants. All through the night, Francis flirted with those at the bar as well as other staff. He listened to people's troubles because it was his job and gathered a new pile of numbers as per usual. As often as he got invited though, he tossed out the numbers. A quick fuck was fun, but in this job, he got enough as it was. He liked a special sort of charm to keep a number after one night.
Speaking of which, Francis twirled to the other side of the bar where a rather amusing customer swayed. Work was always a new level of exciting when he came in. Oh there it was, the English accent. Francis' secret kink. He near swooned as he leaned against the bar to talk to him. "Oh darling, has anyone ever said you have the voice of an angel?" Or a drunk angel anyway. Francis didn't want to cut him off when he looked so hilarious and adorable at the same time. He got his job threatened after the pantless Asian incident though and he didn't want to tempt fate. "I think you're done drinking here, but if you were to offer me a drink at your place, I'd gladly come," he murmured as low as he could in the club's din. He felt sure he could get his way tonight. The perfect score. Because Francis just couldn't go after the normal ones. He stood there smiling and undressing the drunk man with his eyes. Come to me you poor little bunny. |
Arthur was delighted when he was approached by the man he was flirting with. Usually men didn't want much to do with him on account of his bushy brows and uptight way of dress. "Voice of an angel hmm? I dun think I've 'eard that one before." He slurred a bit, eyes half masked. This frenchman was delightfully charming and so very handsome. He was drunk, yes, but not drunk enough to think he had a chance in hell of taking this man home with him. He was sure the gorgeous blonde would accept a few free drinks, but he wasn't so sure he's be able to convince him to do anything more....private. He took a few more swigs of his drink, waiting to see how his night was going to turn out.
"I think you're done drinking here, but if you were to offer me a drink at your place, I'd gladly come." Arthur flushed at the words uttered to him. "Sounds good to me. Lemme call a cab." He clumsily opened his old flip phone and dialed the number (It was, of coarse, in his contacts seeing as how he was a regular drinker). He explained where he wanted to be picked up and turned to the frenchman. "So, while we wait, I don't think I ever caught your name. I'm Arthur, Arthur Kirkland." His attempt at small talk was pitiful, but his alcohol clouded mind didn't care if he sounded like an awkward fool. |
Oh my god, it's working! Francis felt sure if this man had been sober, he'd be very difficult to get. His dress and hairstyle--neither as flashy as Francis'--seemed to say so. But then, they did say opposites attracted and the guy might have gone home with a doll with how desperate he looked. Francis smiled and brushed back a strand of hair with a practiced gesture. "Now now, don't get too hasty, mon cher." His voice lilted when he dropped into French, making the innocent words sound like so much more. He reached across to grab Arthur's hand and pressed a kiss to it. "It's very nice to meet you. I'm Francis." He purposely left off his last name. No need to share it with everyone he took to bed. It got messy. "Now," he started as he pulled back. "My shift ends in an hour. Do you think you can wait that long?" Without passing out? He resisted the urge to twist his face at the thought. Wouldn't that be just tragic?
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"oh dear lord." He hummed, flushing at Francis' tone. How long had it been since he'd felt an intimate touch?? A while to say the very least. The blonde's french accent made the Englishman's hair stand on end. Surely this man had some sort of experience. No one could be that much of a seducer without some practice. Or maybe it'd just been so long since anyone had paid Arthur any mind that everything seemed charming. Either way he had a good feeling about tonight. "Francis...what a lovely name." He nodded. "I like that a lot...Francis." He took note that no last name was offered, meaning this was to be a one night thing. He supposed that was for the best. Casual hookups kept the drama and hurt out of things. Relationships always ended badly. "Now. My shift ends in an hour. Do you think you can wait that long?" Arthur nodded a little too vigorously, nearly falling from his bar stool. "Of coarse. I'll be waiting." He waved flirtatiously and turned to the bar, ordering a water. He thought it best not to drink anymore. It'd be such a shame if he passed out before having any fun.
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Francis chuckled at the way Arthur said his name. It sounded good in his voice. He could tell he had Arthur wrapped around his finger something good. It brought him a sense of pride that he could do that to another person. They didn't even know what hit them when Francis smiled and he liked it that way. Another voice called from farther down the bar and Francis very nearly pouted before he put on his smile again. He waved a hand at at Arthur in a strange fanciful gesture that looked more silly than charming. "Duty calls, but feel free to call me over again if you need anything. I'll see you soon, Arthur." He made sure to say the other man's name, enjoying it's sound. Simple and plain, but it matched the man in front of him well.
Francis brought Arthur a water then slipped away to deal with the other man lounging at the bar. He continued to wear his charming nature the entire time. "Ah sir, would you like another cosmo? Oh my, what a lovely ring. It matches your lovely eyes..." |
Arthur loved how a voice even as plain as his sounded fancy and lovely on Francis' tongue. It made him feel less mediocre, less undesirable. He didn't really like sharing attention, but he understood that Francis had a job. Not to mention he hardly knew the man and it wasn't as if they were dating or even friends. Perhaps is was just because he was lonely.
No one else approached Arthur throughout the shift. He did a little dancing (not really his cup of tea, but he was board and he needed some way to pass the time) and he drank a few more waters and had some food. He was starting to sober up some by the time he was supposed to meet Francis, and his stomach was in knots. What was he doing? Taking home some stranger, on a weeknight no less! He wrote a quick note explaining that something had come up and he wouldn't e able to stay, then ran off to his car, driving home despite his reservations about driving after having so many drinks. He made it home safely and put himself to bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking. |
The customers kept Francis busy. Although he could be very one-track about romancing his current interests, he hadn't the peace for it that night. Even though it wasn't a weekend or theme night, the club was packed. Perhaps the dancer line-up caused this. Some of the best performed tonight and Francis' eyes strayed to the mysterious albino whom no one knew the real name of. No time for staring! He shook his head and glanced over the club for a head of blonde hair. Francis frowned when he didn't see Arthur. It'd only been fifteen minutes since he last spotted the man. Something caught his eye and he picked up the note left under a water class.
Francis' heart dropped as he read. Something came up? Arthur totally stood him up! Not that it should matter; it was just a bar hookup, but damn. He did not handle rejection well. It made him want to chase even harder. He crumpled the note as a conviction took his over. "Don't play with me like that!" Francis exclaimed as he kicked the underside of the bar. Immediately he winced and shifted his weight off his throbbing toes. Those within earshot stared at him. Francis put on his most sheepish version of a charming smile. "Oh don't worry about me. I'm fine..." Damn you Arthur. I'll get you yet. |
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