Felix Summers (trip_like_i_do) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2008-04-03 17:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | hermaphroditus |
Who: Felix and Sam
What: Coffee Date
When: This afternoon? Ish?
Where: Random coffee shop
Warnings: Moderate flirting but nothing over the top
Felix - he really liked the sound of that name. Felix. It rolled off the tongue and practically dripped trouble. He was almost convinced he should officially and permanently change it.
Bah. If only.
Either way, it was Felix Summers who currently stood in front of the poor counter girl behind a "French" styled café slash coffee shop. The problem was it was an American invention and had almost nothing to do with real French cafes. Ah well, at least they made good coffee.
"Triple mocha latte... espresso... thing," Felix said. "Whatever has the most caffeine in it and tastes like hot coca."
The person behind the counter nodded and turned away. Beside Felix, another man appeared. About the same height, but drastically different in appearance; where Felix was soft and round with blonde hair, the newcomer was all angles and brunette hair, eyes hidden away by sunglasses. He called out, "I'll take the Columbian special, please. Extra extra cream." Smirk, wink.
Blink. Was that an innuendo? Yes, yes it was! Felix grinned and turned to the man, studying him with an expert eye. Hrm. Not a bad looking man, really. Good hair, nice teeth. Good taste in clothing...
It was worth a try. "Extra cream huh?" he asked coyly.
Blinking, Sam turned to face the stranger. "What can I say," he replied softly, French accent practically dripping, "I like a bit of cream with my liquids. I'm a sugar freak."
Oh! An accent. Felix could do those too! Now, let's see... Russian? No. Spanish? His complexion would never let him get away with it. British? Just a hint, perhaps. "Join the club," Felix replied. "Is this generally a good place to come for coffee? I'm new in town, you see."
"It's okay. Better than the college cafeteria, or as pricey as Starbucks. The wallpaper..." Sam made a gagging gesture and rolled his eyes. Yeah. That pretty much said it. "I like to use the tables outside when there is not a breeze."
"Just like home?" Felix asked, accepting his drink from the barista and then pursing his lips. "Put his on there too. I can pay for both."
"Nothing is as good as Paris." He paused and blinked at the sudden charity. "You don't have to..."
"I insist," Felix said and handed over his card. A moment later both drinks were paid for. "So?" he purred. "Shall we go sit outside in the warm breeze?"
Smirking, Sam removed his sunglasses, eyes full of mischief. "Allow me." He offered the man an arm and led him out the back door. There was a couple sitting in the far right corner, so he chose the left one. He liked his privacy. And it was in the shade, so it would be warm and breezy but without the direct sunlight. "There~"
"Such a gentleman," Felix said and took the proffered arm with a smirk. He sat down across from the young man and flashed his most brilliant smile. "So now that we're comfortable, I have the pleasure of meeting...?"
"Sam. Samson Harmon." He made a small little bow as he sat, elegant and slow. "You?"
"Felix Summers," Felix replied and then noticed - for the first time - the tiny little brown ball on top of his coffee. "Oh! They gave me a bean!" he practically squealed and popped it in his mouth. "Mmm..."
Sam laughed and sipped at his own coffee. Mmm, blessed energy in liquid form~~ "You don't sound like a local," he commented.
"I'm not," Felix admitted. "Just moved into town a week or so ago. Bought myself a little club downtown. I'm from long ago and far away."
"Then that makes two of us. I'm from Paris. But I'm attending the college here." He smiled and tilted his head in curiosity. "Club?"
Felix laughed. "The Birdcage. After the movie." It was only funny if you'd seen the movie, really.
Sam had! He snickered and shook his head. "Is it good business, to name a club after an insane asylum?"
"Wrong movie~" Felix purred. "There was a French version, I know, but the one I'm talking about is set in the 80s. American version."
"Oh?" Sam paused, coursing through his mental list of French movies. "Oh!" He laughed, blushing at his mistake. "So sorry. I can't believe I got those mixed up... I"ve been over here too long."
"Yes, Robin Williams and Nathan Lane, not..." Felix paused, lips moving as he ran down the list of actors that he knew. "Jack Nicolson."
"Never!" The Frenchman scoffed with horror. "Funny, but not the best. I always wanted to see the play version. Ah well~ So what sort of club is it?"
Felix put on his best dead pan expression. "It's called 'The Birdcage' sweety, what sort of club do you think it'll be?"
Sam rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out. "Just checking! Sheesh. It sounds like my kind of club, then~"
"Does it really?" Felix asked, putting one elbow on the table and leaning forward. He took the opportunity to take a drink as well. Hrm, too much coffee flavoring. This would have to be put on the list of places that would only be patronized if nothing else was presenting itself.
"More than you know." Sam was beaming... if not outright glowing. Gay men? Transvestites? It was Hermaphroditos City! "When will it open?"
"About a month," Felix said. "I've got the interior being redecorated at the moment. Workmen just aren't what they used to be though, so they're taking their sweet time about it."
Wah! Sam's smile fell into a frown. "Damn shame! I could probably give you a number for a workman I know. Well, workwoman... I don't know the term. But she's a construction worker? That sort of stuff. She might have a better group to refer to."
"Wish I'd known," Felix muttered. "These arseholes wouldn't know a decent color scheme if it bit them in the bum. They don't want the sign outside to be purple, but they'll suggest that the inside be lavender."
Sam shuddered and paused to consider. Hestia was an interior designer... Alana was a construction whatever... "I'll have them call you. I know we just met, but do you mind if I have your email? Phone number?" Smirking, he wriggled his eyebrows. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
"They can do the upstairs," Felix said after a moment's pause to consider. Then he sat back, reached into his shirt pocket and produced, with a dramatic flick, a business card. "After all, I need to live in style and I wouldn't let these buggers into my private boudoir. They'd try to murder my cat."
Sam took the business card, pausing to scribble his own information down onto a napkin, and passed that to Felix. "You simply cannot find good help anymore," bemoaned the brunette.
"You never could," Felix said. "It's always been this way - never good help anywhere unless you want to pay through the nose for it."
The Frenchman just smirked. "And not always through the nose." Ahh. Sometimes, he missed the days of prostitution. Trade in shame for cash, but at least cash kept you going. "I hope I'm able to help you. Make up for the coffee, and all."
"Yes, something out the other end, and that has never ended well for me. Coffee was nothing," Felix said with a wave of his hand. "I enjoy treating handsome strangers."
Chuckling, Sam drank away the last of his coffee. "Is there anything else I can help you with? I'd love to help out, if I can." Painting? Decorations? Libido?
All of the above? "Well..." Felix leaned forward, one finger tracing the edge of the cup. He grinned impishly. "What do you do?"
Le sigh~ "College. Other than that, nothing. I'm lucky I inherited enough money to keep me going through my school year... But the next few years, might not be so lucky." Especially when Adam graduated and left him all alone, oh no! "I probably need to find a job sometime." That didn't, you know, involve trading homework for sex. Even that got a little boring after a while. After a long while, but still!
Felix pursed his lips thoughtfully. College huh? Then the boy in front of him was still quite young. "Hm... How old are you?" he asked. Anything under 21 would be out completely. Well, he could serve booze at eighteen. Maybe. Possibly.
"Twenty-two." ... Right? Sam had to actually pause and peruse his memory. What was his mortal birthday now? April twenty-fourth? No, that'd been his last disguise... Cripes! The man's presence totally threw him off. There was just... something about him...
The blue eyes narrowed and Felix gave the young man a searching look. "Alright, can you mix drinks?" he asked. "Can you sing? Dance? Entertain?" Pause. "Do you look good in a dress?" Felix could already answer that last question, but it was as asked as a test of confidence.
Sam paused and then smirked once he overcame his surprise. "Better than you know." He even had the breasts to match!
Felix had to laugh. "Oh really?" he purred. "I'd ask for a demonstration but... Well, I suppose I am asking for a demonstration."
Oh, well, that was slightly different. "Now? I don't really carry my best dress on me."
"We can make a date of it, later," Felix said smoothly. He then shot a knowing, almost evil grin across the table.
Sam struggled so hard not to let out a sigh of relief. Time, he could deal with! Changing sex right there on the spot would've been... odd. Screams of 'monster!' were not a good way to end his coffee date. "Deal. When and where, mon chere?"
"Tomorrow night," Felix said with a nod. "And, since this is your town, you pick the place."
Ahhh, Sam missed the Vice. He grinned and nodded. "I'll be there. Look for a Samantha Harmon~" He was going to be in for a big surprise. Bwaha! Standing, he offered to take Felix's empty cup. "It's a date."
Felix handed it over to him with a wink. "I'll do so."
Summary: Felix goes to get coffee and runs into Sam. The two hit it off and then strike up a conversation about a new club, crossdressing, and finally - plot a date! Muhar.