Ben Boot (zenben) wrote in finnigans_rpg, @ 2014-09-19 22:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: ben stebbins, character: dennis creevey, status: complete |
Dennis & Ben sittin' in a tree...or something
Who: Dennis & Ben
What: Two men meet in a bar, two men leave
Where: Wingbeat, then back to Ben's flat
When: Fri Sept 19th, midnight onward
Rating: NSFW
When his shift let out at Finnigan's, Ben wasn't ready to go home. Last weekend had been fantastic; his birthday bash had been one to remember, but sadly it hadn't ended in any acrobatic shenanigans. So he popped home for a shower and a quick change of clothes, then headed out to Wingbeats. He had a need to get his dance on, and possibly something else on as well. It was closing on midnight by the time he got into the club, and he headed straight to the bar. He ordered one of the bright, fruity drinks he favored because they both tasted good and packed a punch, then scanned the crowd.
At first glance there was no one that appealed to him. They were either too young, too old, too obviously straight or too female. Not that Ben didn't appreciate a gorgeous woman, in and out of bed, but that wasn't what he was in the mood for tonight. He took a few thoughtful sips of his drink, considered going out into the crowd and dancing. Dancing was always a great way to gauge the crowd, find an interested party or parties.
Then he spotted someone at the other end of the bar: tall man, with a head of blond curls and a very fine profile. Since he didn't appear to be with anyone, or with anyone, Ben and his drink wandered down the bar to an empty stool beside him. Not having been born with a shy bone in his body, he leaned in close and said with a flirty grin, "Hi. I'm Ben. Can I get you a drink?"