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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 13, 2015 8:32:39 GMT
He crawled into the backseat of the man's car, where the refreshing breeze was replaced by a... dank? sort of scent. Hell, Lukas was moderately impressed the latter even owned his own car, he didn't give a shit how messy, or rundown. Wiggling out of the coat, he flashed Lance a wicked smirk. "Naw," he teased, using his knife to cut very precise lines. Man, he was excited. This. This was a good time, this guy was by far the most awesome person he'd ever met--or was that the alcohol, the drugs? "Ladies first," he'd tease the other again, actually unaware of the proper phase that meant someone else could go first... welcome? Whatever. He didn't know, much less care. Lukas licked the dust off his fingers, the blood when he accidentally nicked his lip with his pocketknife. Meanwhile, he watched the man closely, wanting to see how he took it, how he handled himself.
LANCE DAVIDSON
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Mar 13, 2015 22:26:35 GMT
Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Mar 13, 2015 22:26:35 GMT
Psh, ladies first? Lance rolled his eyes at him, the guy who's name he still wasn't aware of, then leaned down.
The vocalist could handle it well. He was unfortunately experienced as most musicians were at some point in their life it seemed. He looked over at the other as if to signal the next turn, sniffling a bit.
The air was really heavy inside of the car and even that little bit of humidity was furthering his nose to run. But Lance didn't mind it all that much. He rather liked the heat. He was used to it, being on stage and singing for a living. It could really work up a sweat, especially with those hot lights beaming down on him.
He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, breathing softly through a slightly parted mouth. When he opened his eyes again, the world seemed darker, but the color of his eyes filled up the irises' space even more. Even more vivid and noticeable than a few moments ago. Teal and gold, pale and back lit from the light post nearby that shone into the windows of the car just enough to illuminate his face.
"What do you want from me?" He asked plainly, still unsure of what he was even doing with himself. Maybe this punk could help. "What's your name?
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 14, 2015 1:21:07 GMT
Lukas wasn't surprised. As stated, it seemed all musicians knew their way around a rolled up siphon. He assumed Lance was a musician, anyway. It's like... he could sense it... somehow. Maybe. He was pretty fucked up. The boy took a second turn, slowly realizing that Lance was there. His head back, and Lukas thought he looked so... something similar. Like. The same person. He let go of his breath, careful as he crawled over the folder and stuff, into his lap. "It's Lukas," he answered honestly, rubbing a tickle off his irritated nostril. The kid wanted to see his face... "your eyes," he said, leaning in to get a better look, his hand resting on the guy's shallow cheek. Lukas bit his lip. "They're so..."
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Mar 14, 2015 1:51:01 GMT
He watched as the boy moved up into the front seat, into his lap, and looked at him as he was being examined. So his name was Lukas? Yes, that sounded more realistic. Lukas matched up with the boy's attitude and expression of self.
Pft. Jim. Please.
Mm, but as he was thinking about the name this guy gave him, Lance's face was touched. It felt almost caressed and he couldn't help but perk a brow.
"...What?" He let out a breathy chuckle. "Dialated?" Because... yeah. They were. "So are yours, dumbass."
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 14, 2015 2:14:26 GMT
What the fuck? Lukas snorted. "No," he said with a soft chuckle, "dumbass... not that." Fingers stroked stray hairs out of the man's face, caressing his cheek. Yeah, he /was/ caressing his cheek. Lukas purred, almost forgetting what he was trying to say. "Your eyes are... different." He'd never seen that before, well. Not in-person. Lukas smiled, "you're like David Bowie." His teeth shined through his lips, disappearing when they planted against his neck.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Mar 14, 2015 2:24:24 GMT
"What? How am I like David Bowie?" He didn't understand the relation. He'd never been compared to David Bowie before and he'd never thought himself similar. Honestly, Lance didn't really compare his looks to hardly anybody. He knew how different his eyes looked, however. And that's probably what Lukas was talking about. Their color.
His head tilted when Lukas' lips moved to Lance's neck, his eyes half-lidding as he glanced up at the ceiling of the car. The kisses felt nice, but honestly the only thing the vocalist could focus on too much was how badly he wanted to wash those stains out of the upholstery up there. He reached up and touched a bubble in the fabric where it was falling down, then let his hand lazily fall to the seat again.
He did admit, however, that the guy's lips were soft. It felt nice and he let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes again as he soon focused on that instead.
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 14, 2015 3:04:06 GMT
It was just his eyes. Lukas could remember when he was a kid, digging in all his mom's old records. David Bowie, his face on the cover with those eyes staring back at him. Rebel, rebel with his messy face. The smaller male bit at his skin, nibbling on him. Probably all he'd eaten today was crack and beer, except a few chips he'd taken while in the bar from some nice girls.
Lance, though, tasted good. His sweat salted his skin. The kid bit harder, pulling back with a little laugh. "Hey," he leaned over to take another hit. Lukas, however, forgot what he wanted to say... he wiped at his nose, sniffing as he settled down in the man's lap. He wiggled, if only to get comfortable. Skinny arms wrapped around the seat, a lazy sort of embrace as he rested against Lance.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Mar 14, 2015 3:14:11 GMT
The bites were nice, welcomed even, and he let out a soft grunt in reply as he tilted his head. His eyes were still closed so he could focus on the boy's mouth, but soon they opened when his attention was directly called.
Slowly he opened them, those bright and piercing hues looking up at the other. Watching him as he leaned over the folder. Hm...
Lance licked his finger, dipped it in the residue on the folder, then licked the pad of the digit clean. Bitter, but he didn't feel like taking in any more than that.
"You never answered me. What do you want from me?"
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 14, 2015 3:54:57 GMT
Did he have to want something? When he had approached him in the beginning, he just wanted to get his ass-kicked or something. Lukas hummed softly. He propped his head up, only able to see the underside of Lance's chin. It was a nice chin. "Well," the brunette boy murmured, "what've you got?" He quirked his brows.
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Post by LANCE DAVIDSON on Mar 14, 2015 4:05:51 GMT
With the boy positioned directly beneath him, he couldn't look down. So instead, he just looked out the wind shield. He lifted his arms a bit, presenting himself where he sat.
"I'm a poor metal vocalist who's getting high with a kid who likes to cut himself on stage for money," he went on to say. "I've got me and about ten bucks in my wallet right now."
In all honesty, in general, Lance didn't have too much to offer anybody.
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