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friendlyjustin ([info]friendlyjustin) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-11-16 21:09:00

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Entry tags:character: justin finch-fletchley, character: tristan travers

Justin and Tristan
WHO: Justin and Tristan
WHEN: Sunday Night, November 16th
WHERE: Wingbeat
WHAT: Justin isn't working and he can't sleep. So he goes out.
RATING: R
STATUS:


Since his dinner with Susan, things had been going downhill for him, even worse than that week h'd spent working at the Janus Thickey ward and starting Battlescars at the same time. He knew that he was in a messy situation between Seamus and Wayne and none of it was simple. It would take time to solve and get in order, but until then he found his flat way too quiet for his taste that night. Sighing, he sat at the bar, at Wingbeat, a drink in front of him. He wasn't going to have much more than that glass of red wine, but it still beat having a cup of tea alone at home.

His finger trailed around the edge and he smiled. It was not too busy in there, just enough that he felt comfortable.



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[info]friendlyjustin
2014-11-23 06:08 pm UTC (link)
Justin smiled and possibly even blushed a little. "Well, thank you, Tristan. You know, it's not the wine talking when I say I think you are cute. I just didn't know until now if it would be welcome." He'd come across many men who didn't like the advances from a gay man, so he was careful.

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[info]alliterative
2014-11-26 03:58 am UTC (link)
"Well," Tristan began, glancing around the club. He'd heard something about this place having some kind of strange acronym night that basically equated some kind of pride for not being just into the opposite gender, so he didn't feel paranoid about flirting -- though he didn't normally, even if he had been... burned in the past -- so much as using it as a means to gather his thoughts quickly. "Now that you know it isn't unwelcome," he leaned a little closer, dropping his voice just a tiny bit, "what are you going to do about it?" A flirty smile spread across his face, and he wondered if he actually had plans for this to go anywhere. Given his current slightly inebriated state, he wasn't sure. He wold, what was the phrase, wing it for now.

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[info]friendlyjustin
2014-11-26 04:23 am UTC (link)
Justin smirked slightly. "Well, I guess it depends if you mind public displays of that nature." He said, cocking his head to the side. He was pretty sure that Wingbeat was open to queers every night and not just on Thursdays, but maybe Tristan wasn't open to that kind of displays though..

"I'd kiss you right here, right now, though. If you were open to it.. I wouldn't mind."

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[info]alliterative
2014-11-26 05:02 am UTC (link)
Tristan laughed, saying, "I can't say I'd be up for bending you across the bar and having my way with you." He was, after all, not his brother. Somehow, he wouldn't be surprised to find out Julian got banned somewhere for doing just that. "But, I'd be open to a kiss."

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