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rhys faithfull (bemissed) wrote in charmed_progeny,
@ 2009-08-19 00:23:00

Entry tags:

bradley, rhys

Who: Rhys and Bradley
When: Post-dated somewhere around the beginning of September.
Where: The sidewalk outside of The Coffee Bean.
What: Dazed and somewhat confused...a constant state for Rhys.
Status and Rating: PG-13 for now?

Rhys was sure the news cast had said bright and shiny for the rest of the week. In fact, he was sure he recalled the pathetically drawn images of yellow beaming suns with smiley faces all around the San Fransisco area. He'd put money on it. But, alas, it seemed to the complete opposite was rain seemed to beat down on the city like no other. He was sure there were worst storms in the past but right at the moment, this was by far the worst, and not a pleasant way to begin the day that he was sure was going to be busy nevertheless. Rhys's mind had already been preoccupied with thoughts of how he was going to spin that P3 was just the club that needed to be viewed in the spotlight on the upcoming special for some music channel. He was sure it was a pretty popular one given the amount of applicants and the fact that he'd gotten into a bitching match with some woman over the phone just the previous night before diving right into bed and dreaming of seeing the club on the telly. All in all, he was sure he had bigger dreams for it then the actual owner did. He wanted the successes of everything to merge into the conglomeration that would make P3 nationally known that people in New York would want to travel all the way to San Fransisco just to be seen walking through the doors of the place. He wanted to see the underdog win just once.

Even if commercializing it meant losing its innocence. He was sure the crotch shots of Lindsay Lohan's 'firecrotch' in front of the club would indefinitely break it along with famous individuals being kicked to the curb. But it would get the name out. Rhys was sure these were necessary evils for everything. It had been the same way when it came to him and how he balanced out the things that were needed of him throughout his life. He was needed to keep the family name alive and procreate. Rhys had the extraordinary circumstances of fathering two children, born by two different women. He knew it made him seem a bit of a whore. But he would have his father off his back when it came to preserving the family name with both a son and a daughter. Even if he rarely got to see them. Although he wished he did without being reminded of their mothers. Janette and him always argued when she was over; simply because she didn't know why he liked getting it up the ass rather than being with her. When it came to Jayme? She simply didn't care. She liked coming to see him because she shook him for the loose change that he did have after Janette cleaned him out for child support. It was a complicated business. Child rearing. Especially when he was sure that his daughter would grow up hating the ground he walked on.

He could deal. He had Plan B, which was little Ifan. His parents were doing an excellent job with him while he saved enough money to get a bigger place for the both of them. Rhys was sure that this could have been more thoroughly planned out. He was sure that people were probably thinking that it was something that would teach him not to sleep around again. And for the most part it did. Rhys just took comfort in the fact that sleeping with men brought along the fact that he would never had to deal with anyone getting pregnant. He took a silent pride in it almost, but he didn't find pride in the fact that he couldn't be the man he knew he was supposed to amount too. The man who was supposed to be an excellent father and someone who could balance it all on his career. But he couldn't. Rhys didn't have the ability to do that. Not right at the moment at least. He knew all he had to do was give it time and he would become the parent that most would marvel at. But at the moment he was just some guy. Standing on a street corner waiting for the light 'walk' signal to go off so he could bolt across while using a newspaper as the flimsy excuse of a shield. It still leaked and it was apparently 'environment' friendly because the ink was running down his arms. "Bloody hell," he grumbled under his breath before the light finally changed and he took it as the cue to run like hell.

It's a funny thing. Sidewalks. People really never notice a person until they're right there. He never noticed him until they had collided into each other. Rhys's feet slipped and slid underneath him, making the appropriate sounds of someone who honestly didn't have their balance before making the tumble, falling into the murky water of the street run-off and stifling a small scream as he remained in the puddle for a while. He didn't even want to know. He was already picturing himself back at his flat. Bathing...a lot. And then going to bed to pretend as if the day hadn't even begun.

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dualityofmen
2009-08-19 08:55 pm UTC (link)

Now...Bradley was a simple being. A creature of many likes. Chocolate, good food, women, men, a soft and comfortable bed but Rain...Rain was not on the long list of likes. In fact it was on the short list of dislikes. Ranked first under the heading of cold wet things.

The antithesis to himself being a fire based demon.

And now he was considering adding a second thing to that list. Weather men.

He growled, hardly noticing several human skittering away from him, as he silently cursed. Of all the days it had to rain...did it really have to be the day he was scoping out everything.

So lost in his annoyed thoughts was he that he never noticed the rather tall, rather wet human until he slammed into him. Bradley's ears caught the sound unhappy sounds and the Ifrit winced as he caught his own balance. He offered the man a hand, a deeply apologetic look on his face. "Sorry about that. I was lost in thought."

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bemissed
2009-08-19 09:21 pm UTC (link)

If those were the things that Bradley found pleasing than he would have found somewhat of a good friend in Rhys. If he hadn't just tossed him into what felt like the mixture of oil and something he was sure wasn't sanitary in the least bit. The moment Rhys would feel something move than he was sure that he could feint. Almost to the point where he would end up heading home and burying himself underneath the blankets after a really...long, warm shower. Days like this needed hibernation more than they needed someone wandering around and believing that it would get better as the day progressed. Rhys was never going to the glass half full sort of fellow.

In fact, he was sure that he wouldn't ever be able to optimistic about the entire deal. He wished he could. But the moment he glanced up at the other man standing above him. All he really saw was red. Or his vision was just blurry from the rain beating down on them. Either way it went he was more angry than he was willing to admit. It didn't help that the other man seemed to be truly apologetic of how he was feeling when it came to the now soaking victim.

"Oh that's just bloody amazing. I bet people use that excuse all the time." He scoffed but he took the offered hand, pulling himself up and staring at the man who he'd collided into. "Well, let's hear it. Laugh it up." He motioned for him to go on.

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dualityofmen
2009-08-19 09:45 pm UTC (link)

Bradley bit back a faint sound of annoyance at the verbal attack.

What was it about rain that made people cranky.

He retained hold of the man's hand, smiling lazily, as he spoke a hint of an old world London accent tinting his words. "I'd laugh at you, Ducky, but it'd be hypocritical of me since I'm just as annoyed by the weather man's lies."

Bradley leaned back slightly, appreciating the body the suit tried to hide but only seem to accent. "Now...Let's try this again. I'm sorry I bumped into you. I'm new here so was trying to remember the direction a friend gave me to a good coffee shop." He smiled his almost lazy smile again, the expression a bit warmer as he let the younger go. "Nice suit."

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bemissed
2009-08-19 10:25 pm UTC (link)

He stared silently at him, not moving his hand from the other man's grasp. Needless to say, he wasn't expecting to have someone be there that didn't make him like a total git for falling into a puddle of water. There was no horrible mocking or having to deal with the handsome gentleman laugh at him. For the most part, it was something that he liked to see. Even if he was sure the blood rushing to his face made him feel as if he was right back in the summer heat and not being forced to recreate minutes of agony just a moment ago. His brow furrowed, narrowing his eyes at the nickname.

He was never one to accept things laying down. Especially things that seemed to be off center and this was definitely off center. "I'm sorry...Ducky?" Rhys was sure he misunderstood him but it was better to have clarification then nothing at all. "Did you just call me Ducky?" The weather was forgotten for the most point. Him...soaked to the gills was as well. But he generally wasn't the brightest bulb in the shed when it came to things such as this. That and he didn't like nicknames.

He squeezed out his shirt, just a tad before stepping more to the side and folding his arms in front of him. "So you're attractive and illiterate, figures." He grumbled under his breath before finally realizing that attempting to save his newspaper was a moot point before just tossing it to the side and glancing down at his once...freshly pressed suit that he was planning to wear for the day. "Thank you and if you want to follow me, feel free too. I was just heading over to a coffee shop, which I'm now...in desperate need of." Something warm and something that hit him right there. It's exactly what he believed he needed at the moment.

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	dualityofmen 2009-08-19 11:05 pm UTC (link)
	"I assure you. I'm quite literate. My parents would of weeped otherwise and locked me away." He crossed his arms, looking bemused by the man's ire with the nickname and easily pointed out. "I don't know your name." He held out a long fingered, graceful, though calloused hand. "My name is Bradley Scott and I'd love to follow you. I'll even pay for your coffee." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

bemissed
2009-08-23 02:48 am UTC (link)

He rolled his eyes at that, fighting back a small laugh. At the very least, he had a sense of humor. Some California natives that he knew would have yelled at him for such blasphemy against their skills. "Anyone's parents would have." He shrugged a bit, his suit still sticking to his skin as he ran his hand through his hair while keeping off from screaming at the world for targeting him for the day. He was just tempted to just lead him to the coffee shop and ignore him the rest of the time. But he couldn't. He glanced down at the hand offered to him before giving it a brief shake. "Rhys Faithfull..." His brow arched up at the offer to pay for his coffee, his features softening just a tad.

"You...don't really have too, Mister Scott. I did have every intention of going to the coffee shop so I do have money. I'll pay for you." He adored the offer though. He just wasn't going to say anything when it came to it.

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dualityofmen
2009-08-23 03:55 am UTC (link)

"Nice to meet you Rhys." The man smiled warmly before wincing. "Oh no...No mister. Just Bradley. Please." Bradley leaned back slightly, examining the wet man. "If you'd like you can call it reparations for knocking you into a puddle and messing up your suit."

The Ifrit tugged off his jacket suddenly, holding so it offered Rhys some cover from the rain. "I'll even buy you something to eat while we are there. I think both of us could use something to fill our stomach outside of hot caffeine."

The man's black blouse stuck teasingly to his skin and with the long trench coat off you could see he was wearing nice, form fitting jeans of the same color over combat boots. His brunet hair drooped and clung to his scalp and expressive blue eyes showed a measure of warmth, kindness, friendliness, and worry for the man in front of him.

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bemissed
2009-08-25 09:52 pm UTC (link)

He laughed at the wince on the other man's face. There was no real filter for him when it came to it, which was a miracle in and of its own self. So many could sit there and just end up with the bland human who didn't care for small talk. This time he did. "Alright Just Bradley." He laughed, glancing down at his suit when Bradley had before popping his collar with an amused smile on his face. "Well, at least there's that. Just be sure to make it seem like you're not making it seem like you owe me for this." He hid the somewhat flattered look on his face.

He glanced over to the offered jacket, carefully taking it before tugging it on and giving a little shrug. "They do have amazing muffins and the bagels are heavenly. I'm sure if you have taste buds you'd be appreciative." He smiled, at least he wasn't feeling animosity towards the other man who didn't seem all that bad. Most people would have just continued walking on. Rhys's eyes followed the other blue eyed man, brow arching up as he just sort of...stared. He was a lovely man. Rhys just didn't exactly want to be seen staring at him as he tore his gaze away as he stepped over to the coffee shop and opened the door for the other man.

"I think we could ask for some paper towels once we get inside. Even though I doubt they can do anything." He chuckled as he stepped in after him, keeping the jacket close to him. It made him feel...comfortable, for some reason.

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