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Tim Olivander (buttonmantim) wrote in thatjazz,
@ 2008-05-19 09:09:00

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Tim hasn't had time to come into The Fury in a while, his boss has been keeping him busy playing messenger boy, which although Tim does it. It's not his favorite job. Too many pissing contests which require him to keep his temper and use words instead of bullets or fists.

Despite the fact that he threatened Daniel, Tim knows that there's almost no chance he'll ever get an order to take the man down. Daniel's good and it would create waves and disrupt business and in this case? Waves were bad.

He's looking forward to a relaxing night off, gets a drink and finds an empty table. Tim lights a cigarette and exhales slowly, eyes gazing around the room checking for trouble before he relaxes a little.

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cashandcheck
2008-05-19 06:11 pm UTC (link)

John's finished his set, showered away the sweat of performance (along with the touches of make-up he won't admit to wearing on stage), and left jacket and tie in his dressing room. It's late enough that the club's pretty hot, dancefloor full, and he's not missing it.

He catches sight of the man at the table before reaching the bar, and detours. Complete with his best smile shined up for the occasion. "Mr. Olyphant. Didn't see you arrive, sir. Can I get you anything?"

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	buttonmantim 2008-05-19 06:16 pm UTC (link)
	Tim looks up and gives John a slight smile. "Mr. Barrowman. Good show tonight and I'm set thanks." He salutes John with his glass. "Care to join me? Or do you have people to see?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-19 07:54 pm UTC (link)
	John flicks a quick glance around the room, and takes a seat. "Nothing planned for tonight." Nothing except the general 'be nice to Tim Olyphant if he comes in' directive. "I'm completely at your disposal." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-19 08:05 pm UTC (link)
	"Really? At my disposal?" Tim took a slow drag, "And who'd I ice to rate that honor?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-19 08:17 pm UTC (link)
	"Caught me on a good night." Not that it's a great night, with the whole corpse thing still hanging over them, but John's going to put on a damn good show of it. He taps out a cigarette from his case, and pauses with it midway to his lips. "Light me?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-19 08:44 pm UTC (link)
	Tim pulls his lighter out, flicks it open and holds the flame, waiting for John to come toward him. "Lucky for me," he murmured, watching John light his cigarette. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-19 08:55 pm UTC (link)
	Luck's not got a lot to do with it, but John still smiles before setting the cigarette between his lips and leaning towards the flame, slow inhale to catch light. "Thanks. Glad you think so." He doesn't lean back. Rests an elbow on the table, and leaves the cigarette in his fingers. "Real swell to see you here again, sir." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-19 09:00 pm UTC (link)
	"Nice to be back. I've been a busy man, running my legs to stumps for the boss." That's an innocuous enough statement. "Good to get a night to myself." Tim takes another drag, eyes locked on John's face. "Can't seem to recall you ever paying much mind to my comings and goings." Which of course makes him wonder who's been talking the man. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-19 09:13 pm UTC (link)
	"I pay attention to everyone's comings and goings." It's flavored with innuendo. Of course it is, because it's John, but it's also truth. And a large part of his job beyond being up there on stage and singing pretty. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-19 09:46 pm UTC (link)
	Clearly Tim was going to have to start paying better attention himself if he was letting himself be watched without realizing it. "I wouldn't let just anyone know that. You get someone jumpier than me and you could end up on ice yourself." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-19 09:48 pm UTC (link)
	"I get anyone jumpier than you doesn't realize coming here gets noted, I'm not the one needs to worry." But he's definitely not trying to antagonise Tim. Which is why he takes another drag on the cigarette, blows smoke away from the table, and meets Tim's eyes steadily. "Thanks for the warning." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-19 10:01 pm UTC (link)
	"There's a difference in knowing it does...and knowing who's the one doing the noticing. One you can't shut up. One you can." Tim exhales slowly, stubs out his cigarette. He likes John, well as much as he likes any beautiful man really. "But I'm not here for work tonight." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-19 10:17 pm UTC (link)
	"I am," John says, very deliberately, "very glad to hear it." Another pull on the cigarette, shorter, and yes, that's a smoke ring. "And here's the coincidence. I'm all done with my work." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 02:28 am UTC (link)
	"Is that an invitation?" Tim's eyes followed the smoke ring then settled on John's face. "Or a suggestion?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 08:22 am UTC (link)
	"It's a coincidence," John says lightly, and taps ash into the tray. "Which puts me entirely at your disposal." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 02:54 pm UTC (link)
	Tim isn't a big believer in coincidence, but doesn't push the matter either. He leans back with a slow smile, eyes moving over John's body, well as much as he can see that is. "Entirely?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 03:01 pm UTC (link)
	John spreads his arms, leaving the cigarette on the ash tray, and smiles equally slowly, looking steadily at Tim's face. "Entirely." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 03:26 pm UTC (link)
	Tim stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stood up. He held one hand out to John. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 03:38 pm UTC (link)
	Time to earn his keep. Smile and eyes never faltering, John places his hand in Tim's and rises smoothly from his chair. "We gonna dance?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 03:59 pm UTC (link)
	Tim just smiles and doesn't answer as he leads John onto the dance floor. His hand settles on the small of John's back, hands clasped. "Answer your question?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 04:05 pm UTC (link)
	"Partly," John agrees, and loops his arms around Tim's neck. It keeps him from restricting Tim's movements, but more, it keeps him from blocking access to any weapons Tim might be carrying. He's not stupid enough to assume there aren't any. But he also does several flavors of dancing. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 04:27 pm UTC (link)
	Tim's relatively unarmed. Mostly. He's never completely unarmed. The hand on John's back tightens, pulling him in so they're hip to hip, bodies flush together. "I have to tell you that when someone as beautiful as you is offering me unrestricted access. I get a little nervy," he whispered against John's ear. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 04:31 pm UTC (link)
	John half-closes his eyes, leans in, and follows the movements of Tim's body, chuckling a little. "Anything I can do to help with that, sir?" He's not missed the compliment. He's just not addressing it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	buttonmantim 2008-05-20 04:35 pm UTC (link)
	"You can tell me why me and why now?" He nips at John's ear then again just below it, the actions hidden from most of the room by their position on the dance floor and the tilt of Tim's head. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	cashandcheck 2008-05-20 06:05 pm UTC (link)
	John closes his eyes and hisses softly, heat shivering out from the sharpness of teeth on his ear. "You're no palooka, Mr. Olyphant. There's talk. There's business. And there's me to keep fellas sweet. Fellas with certain...leanings. Fellas with leanings and influence. Fellas," he opened his eyes, and met Tim's with a wry smile, "like you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)