WHO: Oscar & Neil WHAT: Meeting! WHERE: The Green Room WHEN: Tuesday afternoon WHY: Because! RATING: TBD STATUS: Incomplete
Oscar was insanely pleased with himself. His commission work was finished, on schedule, and he'd even had a couple of fresh ideas for new pieces, inspired, as it were. He had plans for tomorrow with his half-brother, and an evening out with Jonatan planned. Really, he was doing very very well indeed.
The commission in question, a painting based on a photograph taken at the ball, was lent up against one wall, between two other canvases already dry, and from his seat on the sunken sofas, he could cast his eyes over them. Well, it wasn't just Jonatan's gushing that was swelling his ego, but he'd never been very good at keeping that in check anyway.
Of course, now he had the cute lithe little reporter coming over and he couldn't help but be pleased with that, leaning back and lighting up a cigarette. He didn't care what or who his husband did, as long as it was consensual, after all, Jonatan had allowed him the same freedom. But he was intrigued, and he did want to meet Neil for himself. Who could blame him? He'd seen the reporter wander passed the shop, and yes, he was cute and hyper looking, just as Jonatan had said.
And while it might be a very uneasy and uncomfortable meeting, Oscar hoped it wasn't. After all, he was in his paint-splattered jeans and an old t-shirt, he hardly looked imposing. And as per usual, the front door was open, letting a stream of refreshing cool air into the place, shifting through Oscars long dark hair as he waited.