WHO Liam Wolfe and Juliet Pierce WHAT Date~ WHEN Thursday night WHERE Austin, Texas: The bar/club Liam works, Liam's place, wherever else they feel like going WHY Because Liam is awesome okay, maybe not and he gave her flowers RATING/WARNING NOT SAFE FOR WORK, DUDE. THINGS WILL GET DIRTY, THEY MIGHT GET KINKY STATUS Closed, incomplete
Classes had actually been interesting that day. Now that he was on his last year, discussions had a better flow, a higher level, and finally got his true interest. They had accumulated some knowledge to actually know what they were talking about and search the meanings behind an author's words. Lord knows he hated the beginning of his major, when everyone loved to say what they "thought", an unprofessional opinion that could be found in any bar nearby. Even those authors that had been studied to exhaustion could bring up some nice ideas. That semester he was having a professor new to the university, a 30-something man who cared about how and how much they were learning, and was actually making his class think. It was a refreshing experience. He was a demanding, but was proving himself to be one of the best professors Liam had ever had. When he left to buy the bottle of wine Juliet had liked so much, he was in such a good mood he bought two.
The it was time for exercising; he spent a good hour in the gym. A boy had to maintain his good looks, right? So he ran, lifted weight and did a whole lot of push-ups. When he left, sweaty and full of adrenaline, he took a good look at his own car and smiled. He had been saving money for a nice car, but it was one contract with a known brand that had given him most of the money. It was great to pick up chicks, and to nurture the image he had built for himself. You just had to love being a model sometimes. Getting home, he put the bottles on the fridge and went straight to the shower, taking his time to smell good for Juliet. He shaved carefully, wanting his face to be all smooth for later, using his Hugo Boss aftershave. His image on the mirror looked back at him and he smiled at how handsome he was. He chose a very dark blue jeans, very elegant, a black formal shirt he rolled to his elbows and black shoes that were comfortable to work on. His hair was flawless as he should be when he got his keys and left the house. He drove his Yellow Edition, 2008 Saab 9-3 Convertible, to the club-bar-pub he worked on. It was a great place, with a great crowd. He picked a lot of girls from working there shirtless. A smirk passed through his face. Modeling gave him money, but being a cocktail bartender was just a pleasure.
He took his shirt off inside the car and folded it neatly so it wouldn't be wrinkled when it was time for him to go out with Juliet. He liked to enter that place already like that, as if he walked shirtless and hot everywhere. It made an impression and could get his first phone number of the night even before he reached the counter. He greeted the security men, the waitresses and bartenders when he entered, very aware of how much he drew attention of those around him. Soon enough he was behind the counter, making the best drinks of the damn city and flirting shamelessly with those brave enough to initiate it. Most women were just kidding, but there were always the braver ones - those who would slip him their phone number, dance with him when the shift was over, or would give him a nice blowjob in the bathroom or, if he was lucky, a quickie. The music was good enough and the girls, pretty enough, but his mind often drifted to Juliet - Juliet's features, Juliet under the sheets, Juliet moaning, Juliet... Oh well. All in good time, he told himself as he served another Sex on The Beach.