Richard Yukimura (r_yukimura) wrote in ny_journal, @ 2009-08-02 20:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: kai ashford, character: richard yukimura, location: bar |
A Spot of Bother
Who: Richard, Kai Ashford, open to whoever wants to join the fun
When: Sunday night
Where: Ultra 6 [a trendy sort of bar]
What: A meeting between... friends.
Richie was watching the dancing when Kai found him, chin resting delicately on his hand and languid eyes following the movements on the floor below. Observing. It was what he did best and something Kai found occasionally disconcerting.
He came up behind him and ducked down close to press a kiss to Richie's cheek. "Been waiting long?"
Richie gave him a slow, sidelong glance. "Not particularly. By yourself tonight?"
"Mm." Kai leaned his hip against the small table and trailed his fingers down Richie's upper arm slowly. "Neric's in London. Looks like it's just the two of us."
Richie looked amused. "Why, Mr Ashford, are you trying to lure me into an immoral liaison? I'm entirely too old for you."
Kai smiled sweetly. "Oh, but you don't look a day over 150."
Richie laughed. "Sit down, Kai. Why did you call me, really?"
The smile lingering, Kai slid into the hip, somewhat uncomfortable chair on the opposite side of the table. He crossed his legs neatly and leaned back as well as he could. "I have something to discuss with you."
"Oh?" Richie looked almost interested. "Go on."
There was no point beating around the bush with Richard, so he decided to just come out and say it. "I need your help."
A slow blink, thoughtful. "Well, that's all fine and good, but what will you give me in exchange?" A slightly sardonic smile flitted across his lips. "You know me, Kai: I don't give, I deal."
Kai paused, even though he'd prepared for this long before stepping into the bar, long before he'd picked up the phone to call Richie at all. "I'll owe you a favour. No restrictions, good indefinitely."
Richie nodded, satisfied. "Done." He didn't ask for details - those would come as needed. What he said instead was, "Why don't you have a drink? This place does a lovely White Russian." He leaned on his hand again, sweet and coy and deadly. "I'm sure we've plenty of catching up to do."
Kai smiled ecstatically, recognising the danger and reveling in it. Richard always was a lot of fun.