Felix Summers (trip_like_i_do) wrote in olympian_rewind, @ 2008-04-13 21:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | david wood, dionysus |
Who: Felix and D
What: Meeting the competition neighbors
When: A few days ago
Where: The Birdcage
Warnings: Mild innuendo
D was on a covert mission. A new club? It was a moral obligation of his to check it out and see what this new owner was made of. The fact that this man had gotten Elton out of the house had nothing to do with it whatsoever...
...okay so maybe it had a little to do with it.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, leaning on a street sign across the way. Curious....
Not so much. The outside was being covered in a fresh coat of paint and the inside was barely started. The whole thing was being gutted and renovated to make room for everything Felix wanted inside. After all, this was going to be the place to be, where things Happened.
At the moment, however, it was just an empty building with some wet paint. The young owner came outside for a moment, wearing a purple silk shirt and some torn up blue jeans, had a word with the painter, and ducked back in again.
That was the owner? D raised a curious eyebrow. He had to assume the man had high aspirations for this place...to do a gut renovation like the one he was looking at. Why no one had done that since---well, since Dionysus had done it in turning his wildly successful bar into a wildly successful nightclub. He walked across the street, peering in and trying to imagine what part Elton had to play in all of this.
The south wall of the building was set up, primed and ready for painting, but for the moment left bare. Every other wall was being painted in blues and greens (not lavender, Felix had put his foot down there), but the blank canvas of a wall was conspicuously left. The young man was having another conversation with a builder over materials to be used for the bar itself.
"Hmm..." Well that had to be it. The guy obviously had a lot of faith in Elton...which could either be very good or very bad for D depending on how things went.
It seemed that the owner finally noticed someone was peeking in. He looked up from the catalogue, pointing vaguely to a picture. "Can I help you?" he asked, putting on his most winning smile.
"What's being built here?" D asked, with an oh-so-innocent smile.
"That one," Felix murmured and shooed the carpenter off before turning his attention back to the friendly intruder. "What does it look like?"
"Not sure...there's all sorts of development around here lately..." Yep. That was right. Play dumb.
Nice play, really. "Well... There's a bar, and a stage..." Felix murmured playfully.
"Oh~ That's a stage?" D stepped back, quirking his head to the side. "Well there goes the restaurant theory....unless it's dinner theatre."
"Dinner and a show, yeah," Felix said with a nod. "The general idea anyway."
"Oh." Not a nightclub in the traditional sense. That was good. "I'm just pulling your leg, you know...my boyfriend told me all about this place."
A carefully sculpted eyebrow was raised. "Boyfriend?"
D pointed to the back wall. "Blonde, sullen, goes by the name of Elton."
Ah. Understanding dawned. "The artist."
"Yeah. Him. But he probably didn't mention me..." D fished out a business card, holding it out to the man. "We're in a similar trade, you and I."
"No..." Felix shook his head slowly. "No he didn't. Didn't mention much of anything to be honest."
"Yes, well, I own Vice...you've heard of it I presume." Preen.
Felix shrugged. "I can't say that I have, but I'm fairly new in town and haven't been outside The Birdcage. My time has been taken up with renovations, you see."
"We're a nightclub. The nightclub to be precise....so you'd see how your little business venture might interest me," D smiled.
Felix laughed at that. "Well, you shouldn't worry overmuch," he said. "This isn't what you'd call a traditional nightclub."
"Oh I know, but I have a good eye for what sells in this town. Thought I'd check out what ideas you had," D replied. "It's the neighborly thing to do."
"Well I appreciate it," Felix said. "It's a dance club. Entertainment of a certain sort."
"A dance club, like a club with dancers or a club people can dance in?" D asked, raising his brow. "People around here prefer the latter..."
"Both," Felix murmured. "Entertainment for the dinner crowd, fine dining, fancy drinks and all that. When the shows over the bar opens a bit more and there's dancing involved." Probably nakedness and sex to soon follow. There was a Master Plan in all this.
"Seems like a good package...plus you can overcharge the dinner crowd like mad around here," D laughed, shaking his head. "It was never my clientele though."
Felix also laughed. "You see my plan then. It's a tourist trap really..." He loved tourists. He really did. They made up a greater portion of his income most times.
"Well, you'll never get anywhere without my blessing," D said, patting the man on the back. "I'm pretty much the party god around here."
"Oh really?" Felix asked with a coy smirk. "I knew a party god once... So tell me. What do I have to do to get your blessing, oh mighty god of the fete?"
"Well you have to repay me somehow..." D began to explain. "See, I had a really good thing going for me: a boyfriend who wouldn't leave bed."
That... oh that got another laugh. A good, long laugh. "Well far be it from me to interrupt someone's love life." It sort of went against everything he stood for.
"And yet? You kinda did," D laughed, shrugging his shoulders. "So what are you gonna offer to placate me, Mr....?"
"Summers," Felix said. "Felix Summers and as for what I'm going to do, I can do a number of things about that." More than the gentleman in front of him knew - and not nearly as much as Felix was bragging about. "It all depends."
"On?--oh, manners. Call me D. The card says David, but...no, just no," D made a face.
"Don't like the name your parents gave you?" Felix asked.
"Meh. It's kind of just a filler name...David. I mean what is that? It's blah. D works fine. People seem to remember it better..." D shrugged. "Now, what does it depend on?"
Felix smirked. "It depends on how long you want him to stay in bed, how virile you want him to be, and how much stamina you want him to have."
D laughed loudly. "Lots of all of the above, but...we really don't have those kinds of problems in the bedroom department."
"No?" Felix pursed his lips and then nodded. "Well then, may I borrow him for a couple hours a day? I promise to make it while you're working."
"Sure sure, borrow him. It'll do him good to get some fresh air," D waved off the man.
"Well then," Felix murmured and leaned back, stretching a bit. "What else would you like from me?"
"Dunno really....put in a good word for me with him I guess?" D shrugged, eyeing the club. "He's been a little depressed lately and I always worry he'll run off without a word."
Felix grinned. It was an almost evil grin. "Oh, I can make sure that he won't run off on you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" D was curious now. "What's that grin?"
"Let's just say... I have a way with people, in matters of the heart," Felix said.
"Yeah so do I...it's called lots of booze and the ability to understand drunk," D laughed, shrugging off Felix's confidence.
Felix laughed. "My ways are more... subtle than that, but most of the time they work. If that's what you want, that's what you'll get."
"You some kind of matchmaker within your little circle of friends?" D asked, raising his eyebrow.
"A bit," Felix said. "Just... a bit."
"Just a bit? Now you're being modest," D teased. "Before you seemed so sure of yourself!"
That got another laugh. "Well, it's a matter of a delicate balance," he explained. "Sometimes all it takes is a little prick and other times it's more like a brick to the head."
"So I should find you a sizable brick then?" D offered. "There's a hardware store not so far from here..."
"Is he that bad?" Felix asked.
"He's unpredictable...and has something of an ego, and see, I have something of an ego as well," D frowned. "Lately, I've been caving to him. Because he's sexy and fun and I'd like to keep him for awhile, but...denying my inner spoiled brat will get us nowhere."
"So stand up to him," Felix said. "He seems just a little mope-y if you ask me. Maybe he just does need a vacation - you could take him on one?"
"I've tried to cheer him up--I'm a cheering up expert! And nothing. It's very frustrating," D grumbled.
"That does sound like a tough one," Felix murmured. "Tell you what, I'll take a peek around my bag of tricks and see what I can come up with. I'm almost sure there's something."
"Bag of tricks?" D blinked. What normal person talked like that?
A not-normal person? Felix was rather free with his speech, but... So long as everything ended well, he wasn't worried about it. It almost always ended well. Almost. He nodded. "Mmhm."
"Do tell~" D murmured, leaning in conspiratorally. "What's your secret? How are you going to get the guy for me~?"
"Well, it sounds like you already have him," Felix pointed out. "You just want to keep him."
"I suppose....though with egos you can never tell how much you really have them," D philosophized. "Or how much you're along for the ride. And in the carnival of life, I'm the main attraction, capiche?"
"Gotcha," Felix said. "Well, my tricks of the trade are a trade secret, if you know what I mean."
"Aww c'mon~" D whined, ready to pester until his curiosity was sated. "Not even a little hint?"
"Not a one," Felix said.
"Why not?" D asked, the whine continuing.
Felix laughed. "Because it's a secret and mine to keep."
"You're no fun~" D laughed, glancing back into the interior of the club.
Another laugh. "Maybe not for you~"
"Y'know I look pretty good in drag...for the record," D said, switching away from the dissatisfying topic.
"Do you now?" Felix asked, relaxing just slightly at the topic change.
"Oh yeah~ I practically invented cross dressing," D laughed, leaning over to whisper to Felix conspiratorially. "No queen is worth her salt until she's had to pass off her gender to save her skin. And that's a bona fide fact."
Felix raised an eyebrow. "Oh really?" he asked, leaning forward. "That does sound interesting."
"Can't you tell though?" D shifted his face to catch the light. "Look at that bone structure."
"Hmmm..." Felix reached out to turn D's face this way and that, as if examining it. "It's very fine," he agreed. "Are you saying you'd like an audition?"
Audition! D's heart fluttered a little. He hadn't been on a stage in such a long time. "Perhaps."
"When this place is closer to completion, I'll be holding open auditions for positions," Felix said. "Tentatively a month from now. So you have time to think it over."
"Alright...I will think about it," D replied, running his fingers through his hair.
"You'd look lovely," Felix purred.
"Tell me something I don't already know," D laughed, smiling brightly.
"You do have an ego," Felix said, feigning surprise. "But of course you knew that."
"Mhmm. I hope it doesn't upset you~" D smiled brightly. "I get the sense that we could be fast friends."
"Indeed," Felix said. "You remind me of one of my uncles. Well... a couple of my uncles to be honest."
"Ha. I don't usually get Uncle," D laughed. "Usually it's ex...so what are your uncles like?"
"I have... dozens," Eros said with a sigh. "Most of them like drinking and having sex - not necessarily in that order." And some of them liked to turn humans into mush - or small furry animals. Or both.
"Sounds like my family," D chuckled. "Big and loud and delightfully oversexed."
"That... yes, that's my family," Felix said with a nod.
"Wouldn't be surprised if we were somewhat related with the way some of them get around," D chuckled.
"Wouldn't be surprised if we were somewhat related with the way some of them get around," D chuckled.
Felix paused. "That's... probably true," he said and laughed.
D joined in the laughter, and it was only a minute later when he finally paused to stop and wonder, what if...
Felix never wondered about 'what if's -if only because he'd tried it once and the sensation had been quite depressing. He let the comment go as lightheartedly as intended and smirked. "Ah well, my family is quite old and scattered, so maybe, but probably not."
"Mine too. Deep long roots in the family tree...feels like I'm always running into people," D laughed, shaking his head. "But you're probably right."
"I hope I am," Felix said. "It'd be quite scary if we were related."
"Oh?" D smirked.
"Oh yes," Felix murmured. "I can't imagine what more than one of me in Miami would do to the place."
"Funny. I'd say the same thing about myself," D laughed.
Felix snickered. "Ah well, our last names don't quite match, unless you have a Summers in your background." Or a cranky old fart who tossed around bolts of lightening...
"Summers....summers...not that I know of, but people in my family change names a lot. Shifty characters~" D hummed thoughtfully.
Now that perked up Felix's interest. "Do they really?" he asked. "Connections with the mafia or what?"
"Well, my dad's a real character," D began. "He sleeps around too much in all the wrong places, and he's got this crazy bitch wife who'd love to drown all of his little bastards--myself included."
"Sheesh. That sounds like my grandparents. Then again, they're related to my mother, who'll sleep with just about anything, provided it's pretty enough." Pot? Kettle? What?
"Nothing wrong with that....standards and all, y'know," D shrugged, rooting around in his jeans for his smokes. He held the pack out to Felix.
Felix took one absently. "Thanks," he murmured and reached into his pocket for a lighter. "These things will kill you," he said, lighting up. "So I'm told."
"It'll take a lot more than this to kill me..." D chuckled, lighting his own.
"Ditto," Felix said. "Always been rather lucky on that score. I'm very hard to kill."
"Not as though people haven't tried though," D laughed.
"Amen to that," Felix said. "Would you like a drink? I don't have much, but there's beer around here somewhere."
"Yeah. Beer'll work." D grinned, gesturing to the construction site. "Lead the way."
There was, in the back, a little fridge set up for the workmen to keep water and lunch and suchlike cool. There was also a six pack of beer - expensive foreign stuff. "Do you know that the Germans drink this stuff warm?" Felix asked, handing him a bottle. "I've tried it - absolutely disgusting."
"There's zero ice in that country. Weird place," D said, shaking his head. "Give em here," he said, taking two bottles from Felix. He blew lightly on the top of each one, perking up the beverages. Dionysus couldn't do much more than party tricks these days, but when he got the chance to show off he didn't let it pass him by. He winked at the man before handing one of the bottles back. "For luck."
Felix took the bottle and smirked. "I've only ever seen one other person do that in my entire life," he said.
"Impossible, it's my trademark," D scoffed. "Makes the ladies swoon~"
"Does it now?" Felix asked. "Well, like I said, my uncle does that - a lot, so either you're not the only one, or you're my uncle. So there."
"Nope. It's my trademark, so either I'm your uncle or when I meet this uncle of yours I'll have to kill him or sue him for copyright infringement," D replied, taking a long smooth swig from the beer.
"I like you," Felix said. "You can be my uncle if you like."
"Yeah, but which nephew of mine would that make you? ...like I said, my family gets around. That includes my brothers," D asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, my mother's a nympho and my father's a homicidal maniac," Felix said, taking a drink. "So whichever nephew you think would fit."
"So Eros," D replied calmly, glancing around the room. "That makes sense."
The smile was slow, but it spread across Felix's face like a cat. "Hello Uncle D."
D smiled, reaching out to pet the top of Eros's head. "Hey kiddo....what good luck! I really do need your help with that situation."
"Really~?" Felix-now-Eros purred. "Well now that the cat's out of the bag, you know what I've got stocked in my bag of tricks."
"Yes, and you know I can make it worth your while," D replied, gesturing to the room they were in. "I can give you my blessing."
Eros leaned over and tapped a kiss to D's cheek. "You're so sweet~ But there's something you might want to know... Come on." He turned and lead D to a small staircase, leading to the upstairs loft.
D drank from his beer as he followed along after Eros. He was obviously curious to hear what Eros had to say.
There was a bedroom - the flat obviously wasn't decorated yet, but it was livable. Outside was a rooftop deck with a pool. This really was straight out of the movie. After rummaging around under the bed, Eros produced a long box and pulled it out, snapping it open and producing a bow. With no string. "It's broke," he said.
"Well crud," D said, eyeing the broken thing. "I'm sorry to see that..."
"You're sorry," Eros muttered and put it back. "My arrows are hit and miss - but I can still poke with them. Your best bet is to get him in the bum while you're goin at it, in which case, you'd have me under the bed." Pause. "I can at least guarantee it'd be an awesome time."
D snorted, tossing back the rest of his beer. "Now there's a mental image that'll stick with you..." He chuckled, shaking his head. "So you're gonna hide under my bed, you perv?"
Eros tilted back his head, closing his eyes and pressing his lips together in a slow smile. "Mmm, power..."
"Well, hopefully we'll all have fun," D nodded, patting Eros on the back. "I should go...I've got a business to oversee and all. It was nice spying on you."
"Drop by any time, uncle," Eros said and leaned forward to peck D's cheek again. "And the offer stands, should you ever want it~"
"Hmm....." D pondered this, ruffling Eros's hair. "How's this Saturday?"
"What time?"
"Hmm....come around 7pm. I can hide you better if you come early," D suggested.
Eros grinned. "I'll bring a book!"
Summary: D comes by to check out the competition and to scout out who managed to get his boyfriend out of the house. Lo and behold, he meets Felix - after much banter back and forth, the two figure each other out and then, after a bit more banter, a plot is hatched...