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Z. Luc Haust // Apollōn ([info]radiantdelphi) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2011-09-27 16:26:00

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so don't knock it..
Who: Luc and Sean.
What: Luc needs some relaxation, and he heard a rumor.
Where: Mostly Newport Zen. So far.
When: Tuesday, September 27, 2011. A little before lunch.
Warnings: Luc is sober..er. Ish. This could be bad good?
Notes: Idk.

Stress didn't seem to convey the spectrum of tension Luc had battled over the past few weeks. The majority of the source was work, but there had been a fair share of general life drama that Luc needed to get some space from. He'd cut back on his smoking and upped his drinking quantity, a reversal that his body had been avidly protesting these past couple days.

He woke up that morning feeling like shit, with a vengeance he hadn’t felt since the weekend in Vegas. He had to take it as a sign, and he cleared his schedule for a day of well-earned rest. He started off with a shower, a mimosa (to ease the hangover a little) and a damn good breakfast of the works - eggs, bacon, hash browns, and some fresh fruit - and ended up feeling better almost immediately. Probably because it was the least drunk he'd been in weeks and the most he'd eaten in days. He stretched out on the couch, sated and a little lazy, to smoke half a joint to the head - and ended up falling asleep once he’d finished it.

The nap did him good, though, and he woke up about an hour later feeling refreshed - and with the rest of the day to do whatever he wanted with this energy. He hadn’t checked on the complex forum in a little while, so he decided to skim it out of immediate boredom - and when he stumbled on one of his neighbors giving free yoga lessons, he couldn’t really think of a better way to start the day off. After all, it’d been so long since he’d made the time for it; he and Nate used to do it all the time, back when his lover had been healthy enough for it - and it’d be nice to get back into it.

For the first time in awhile, a thought of Nate actually made his chest ache with the sweet kind of melancholy from good times they'd had instead of the bleak, overwhelming sense of loss that had been plaguing him for so long he couldn't remember when it started (again). He could actually smile thinking about him, and it felt good.

He googled the address, and it wasn’t hard to find from the complex at all. Actually, finding where he’d stuck his yoga mat in the new apartment was more difficult than getting to the studio would end up being. He threw on some gray sweat pants and a blue v-neck, and rummaged up a gym bag to bring with him. He found his yoga mat shoved back in one of his vast closets and put that in the bag and took care to roll two extra joints in case this Sean guy wanted to smoke in exchange for his services. Luc thought that was fair, and then it wasn’t completely free. Luc didn’t really like getting things completely free - he at least liked to tip someone for free services, as a courtesy for the courtesy.

Luc toed on some flip-flops and grabbed his keys, throwing on a pair of Ray Bans for good measure. He debated on leaving his phone on the charger at home, but decided to simply turn it off and bring it with him anyway. ‘In case of emergency’ or however he needed to justify it to himself.

As he drove to Newport Zen, he thought that he probably should have called ahead or sent him a message on the forum - hell, something. Of course, Luc wasn’t exactly notorious for having the gift of foresight, and he didn’t have the number now.. besides, he was pretty much there already. Fuck it. If Sean wasn’t there today, he’d just go through somebody else - so what if he had to pay for it?

Of course, this was also an attempt to get to know one of his other neighbors, but whatever. There’d be time for that if he missed him today - they did live in the same building. There wasn’t ever really any telling when Luc would allow himself another day off like this one - but that was really up to Luc’s discretion ultimately. Things could go better than expected, and, if that happened, it was amazing how quickly Luc’s schedule could free up.

He pulled up and parked at the address he’d found, exiting the BMW and hitting the ‘lock’ button over his shoulder as he ambled up to the front doors. He pushed his sunglasses up into his blonde hair, blinking as his eyes adjusted from the late morning California sun to the inside of the building. He was sure when he could see again it’d be easier to ask somebody for Sean.


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[info]eternalearth
2011-09-28 01:38 am UTC (link)
Sean had done his usual yoga first thing in the morning on the beach, but today he also had a class first thing, at 10:30. It was an advanced class which meant two yoga sessions in a row, one of them being strenous. He probably shouldn't have done his morning yoga, but he so looked forward to that each and every morning. There was something about the beach that just called to him, he never felt more at home than he did on the beach. He wanted to find a quiet spot and meditate there something, but part of him was almost afraid to, like it would open up a can of worms somehow.

Since he had two yoga sessions back to back and the center's air conditioner wasn't exactly stellar, Sean was sweating from head to toe. His hair was getting a little long, and when it got long it started to get a little curly. Sean pushed his hair back as he looked down at a record book at the front desk. There were a few different instructors working today, and he had forgotten his class load. Next was an intermediate class in the lotus room, the one he had just left. Since he was only going to sweat more, Sean lifted the tee-shirt up and off of his body. The white undershirt would have to be enough for the rest of the day, at least until meditation classes in the afternoon, that was if he had them. Sean was also wearing blue long shorts made out of a comfortable, light, yet non cotton material. Since he did this every day, he had invested in expensive, quality clothes, not just sweatpants. As Luc came in, he was currently barefoot and chewing on the pencil he had grabbed as he looked over his schedule.

There was also a secretary at the desk, mainly there to take money and show new people around. Sean was just about to head off to class when Luc walked in. To say he stopped dead in his tracks would be an understatement. The secretary looked up and Sean could tell that she was about to speak, but Sean casually kicked her with his foot. "Can I help you?"

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[info]radiantdelphi
2011-09-28 02:13 am UTC (link)
Goddamn.

Luc set his teeth into one corner of his bottom lip in hopes of keeping his jaw from dropping – because, wow. The man that had stopped dead was pretty showstopping himself, and just.. Jesus H. What in the fuck was even up with this recently? There had only been one guy, and before him there wasn't even a desire for any guys and what in the fuck, now it was seeming to be guys in the plural. He had to laugh a little to himself, because it sure did seem like someone out in the universe was fucking with him lately – and now this, right here? Really, universe? This was getting more than just slightly out of hand.

“Uh – hey,” was his casual (if a little lame) recovery as he approached the desk. His pale eyes paused briefly on the secretary (he assumed she was, at least) before moving back to the man. “I'm Luc Haust?” Like he himself wasn't even really sure who he was right now.. it wasn't too far off. “I'm – well, I guess I'm looking for Sean Allen? I live over at Pax Letale, and I heard about lessons through the forum there..” An abashed smile played across his lips. “I know I probably should have called ahead, but – well – yeah.” He held his hands up in deference. “If you're full-up, I'll understand. I can, uh, come by some other time?”

Part of him was actually kind of hoping this wasn't Sean, because, honestly, he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to deal with looking at that on a regular basis.. comfortably. And that wasn't exactly a state of affairs Luc wanted a bunch of strangers seeing him in, if he could help it.

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[info]eternalearth
2011-09-28 02:23 am UTC (link)
"I'm Sean Allen." This man lived at Pax, really? First there was the breathtaking Karin, and now this man? It seemed that when it rained it poured, but Sean could take this kind of rain, the rain of gorgeous people, the kind of beautiful usually reserved for movie stars. Sean just kind of stood there for a second, not knowing what to say. This time it was the secretary's turn to kick him, and Sean not being subtle whatsoever turned to look at her. "OW, what was that for? Oh! Right, yoga! I have a class right now, an intermediate one, but I get people from beginners all the way to advanced in this class even though I teach to the middle average student. Come with me, I'll show you to the Lotus room." Speechless, Sean went into automatic mode and started t oshow him around the center like he would any other student. "So normally you would tell whoever is at the front desk what class you're here for, and show her your punch card. You can buy 5, 9, 12, or 20 classes at a time, and you get a card they punch for each time you come. I have 1 and 5 class punch cards I can give out, but I saw you at the front desk so we were able to just walk in. The meditation area is to the left and the yoga section is to the right." Sean started to walk towards the lotus room.

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[info]radiantdelphi
2011-09-28 02:38 am UTC (link)
Luc kicked himself mentally for not shaking the man's hand (a professional misstep on his part, but he couldn't help it with how his brain fractured a little), but followed Sean with his usual long strides, adjusting his gym bag on his shoulder as he took in his surroundings. Even though, the more he thought about it, it was probably better if he were keeping his hands to himself.

“Oh – well, I'd actually like to buy a card off you, if you don't mind,” he said, glancing over at the other man, and tearing his eyes away before it got too obvious. “I mean, I know your time isn't free – it's no trouble, really,” he felt obligated to reassure him, because he didn't want to turn down his hospitality. He'd just like to make the offer to compensate him in some way, at least. Which reminded him.

“And, I – uh – well, I think we might have a mutual friend,” he tacked on as subtly as he could, shifting his gym bag again – and his other hand came up to pull his sunglasses from his head, his other fingers combing through his hair. Suddenly feeling the need to preen. Hm, he wondered why. “I think you may or may not have mentioned something about Mary Jane.. she comes by my place a lot.” Yeah, way subtle. But, hey, he guessed he could have done worse. “She's actually waiting out in the car for me whenever I'm done here.” And, yeah, he was gonna need it after this, for sure.

Hell, he needed a drink for this.

He smiled a little, sly and more than just slightly bold with the offer, but hey – he appreciated the beauty of Californians, native or transplanted. Kind of how he liked his breasts, too – which reminded him that he did, indeed, like breasts. This was just.. well, it was something different. And entirely professional.

Right.

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[info]eternalearth
2011-09-28 02:45 am UTC (link)
Now Sean didn't see a cent from the yoga cards that the studio gave out, the money went to the center, he got a flat salary no matter how many people were in his classes, although of course if people didn't come to his classes, he imagined that he would be let go, not that it was a problem or anything. "When we leave you can buy a card from the secretary if you really want, the money for the classes themselves go to the center, but there's no rush on any of that, really."

His ears perked up when Luc mentioned Mary Jane and he grinned. He had been called out by that Samuel military guy and had been scared half to death, but now he had met TWO people because of it, which made it worth it in his mind. "I'd absolutely love to meet her after the class, I don't have anything to do for a few hours after this class. That's very generous of you."

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[info]radiantdelphi
2011-09-28 03:00 am UTC (link)
“Fair enough,” Luc conceded to the fact that the money would go to the center itself, which, in some way, actually made him feel better about having offered. Wasn't like he hadn't thrown more money away on something far more pointless in the recent past.

The meditation thing stuck in Luc's mind, and he made a mental note to ask further about it after the class was done (after all, he didn't want to make Sean run late or anything) about the meditation classes – because that seemed like something he could use more of. Especially lately, with whateverthefuck was going on in his head.

He was actually really glad Sean had taken him up on the offer to smoke, and only part of the reason was that Luc hated smoking alone. The other part, well.. that was neither here nor there.

“I'm actually free pretty much the rest of the day,” he said with a radiant smile. “Took a.. personal day. From work.” He gave a sheepish laugh, not even really wanting to dive into that barrel of monkeys (sometimes he felt like that was an appropriate description for some of the 'talent' he worked with) right now. “We can even grab a bite to eat afterward, if you don't have anything scheduled.”

Now that.. was thisclose to being out of line in Luc's book. Per his own personal guidelines of behavior of course, which were sometimes neurotic at best. Crazy at worst. But this? Was strictly a professional luncheon. Obviously.

He was justifying a lot of things to himself today, wasn't he?

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[info]eternalearth
2011-09-28 03:16 am UTC (link)
Sean was a bit surprised when Luc asked if he wanted to go grab a bite to eat after class and he found himself wondering if he had meant it as an innocent outing to get to know a neighbor better, or if there was something more there. Either way, he WAS going to go out to eat after class anyway, so why not? "I don't have anything schedule for awhile today so I'd love to." So they were already scheduled to smoke and go for lunch and they had just met, lovely.

"So when you come in, you grab two towels, a strap, and two blocks from the supply closet in between the classrooms. If you ever can't find a mat we supply them too. The lotus room predictably has a picture of a lotus right next to the door, so this is us in here. I'll be in the front of the room." Other teachers tend to have classes mixed with males and females, but funny how Sean usually has classes filled with only females of all ages with dreamy smiles on their faces. This class isn't very full at all, and Luc has his choice of spots, whether it be close to or far away from Sean.

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[info]radiantdelphi
2011-09-28 03:46 am UTC (link)
Luc grabbed the extra supplies that he didn't possess (which was everything but the mat, but hey, he did have that) from where Sean indicated in the closet, and followed him into the room – hesitating for a moment when he stepped past the entryway as his gaze skimmed the occupants.

Fuck you, universe.

The ratio of attractive girls to not-so-attractive was pretty even (but still slim pickings, considering how few students there were total). One of the former even weighing heavy on the pretty fuckin' hot end. Not to mention the clothes she'd painted on for class..

What was the biggest joke of all was that, even as his eyes panned the room while he found himself a spot (at the back of the class, putting as much distance between himself and Sean as possible for the time being, as well as minimize the size obstruction that was his towering frame) – when they came back to Sean, it still made his blood run hotter than that girl, let alone the others. And that wasn't at all saying that the girl positioned a row ahead of him couldn't have him running pretty hot if he let her, now that he had a better view (from behind, naturally).. maybe it wasn't saying anything? Mmhm.

He didn't seem to notice the furtive whispers or sidewards glances his direction as he got his spot set up, taking off his flip-flops. But, when he took off his shirt – it was just something he did when he worked out, and he wasn't even thinking about it when he did it, honestly – and folded it to lay neatly over his shoes that he'd put as out of the way as possible.. well, it was harder not to notice a couple of them. He almost felt compelled to tell one girl, 'You're welcome.'

“You're new,” came a voice while he was stretching his arms over his head, limbering up before Sean started anything. The girl in front of him. She had a pretty face, but it was more her body that Luc was more appreciative of.

“Oh, hey, yeah,” he replied, trying to be polite but also not wanting to encourage too much chit-chat with this one, for fear of interrupting the class. He wasn't going to let her fuck up his first impressions with Sean. Fuck no. “Thanks for, uh, noticing. I think.” He laughed a little, hoping it would take some of the potential edge off his words – because it wasn't like it was hard to tell he was new. Being as tall as he was in this room made the proverbial 'sore thumb' seem an understatement.

But, apparently, she wasn't really one to notice when her intelligence had been insulted – clearly because she had little of it – as she flashed him a sultry little smile and turned back frontward. Probably to eyefuck Sean. Not that he could really blame her. And it was better than being eyefucked himself.

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[info]eternalearth
2011-09-28 03:58 am UTC (link)
Sean glanced over at Luc quickly, noticing his little exchange with a girl from class. This was going to be one strange, strange day that was guarenteed. "Namaste and greetings. Let's meet in the student pose." The class lasted for about an hour and a half, and even though Sean had worked out for two sessions this morning and had already been sore and sweaty, he had pushed himself in this class, showing difficult variations for some of the advanced students that happened to be in this class, and doing every single pose with the class. Sometimes he would walk around the room and help people get into the proper pose and he would especially help guide them using his hands, it was the easiest and most effective. Today he didn't get off his mat because he couldn't imagine touching Luc and pushing him into position, NO WAY!

After the yoga class was over, Sean took his time rolling up his mat, reminding people to spray the mats if they borrowed one and to return the supplies exactly how they found them. He took a long drink of water from his sage green water bottle and started to head over to Luc, mat in hand, brown simple sandals now on his feet. "How did you like class?"

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[info]radiantdelphi
2011-09-28 04:15 am UTC (link)
The class itself had been a push for Luc, that was for goddamn sure. Hell, he hadn't done yoga with Nate in over a year, and to dive back in headfirst like this.. well, he was probably going to be feeling it tomorrow. He could feel the beginnings of it now with how his muscles edged with strain. He'd taken it easy with most of his poses (he wasn't trying that hard to prove anything, if he was even trying at all – and he wasn't, right?), but was unable to help appreciating Sean's athleticism and ability to master some of the more difficult moves. And, yeah, so it was pretty hot to know that Sean could bend like that, but Luc wasn't about to let himself dwell on things like that. Especially just in sweats. Talk about awkward - but the girl in front of him would probably think it was her ass, anyway. At least he could blame it on that, should the situation, ahem, arise.

He rolled up his mat and shoved it back in his gym bag, putting his shirt back on (though it stuck to him in more than a few places) as well as his shoes before carefully replacing the things he'd borrowed.

God, but he felt good though. The good breakfast, the lack of booze in his system, and now a good workout to get his endorphins pumping? And then he still had a joint waiting for him? Fuck, why had he even gone off the straight and almost-narrow in the first place?

Oh, right. Because drinking helped things.

He caught up with Sean once everyone seemed to disperse (and after also having to make some idle introductions and small-talk with a few of the more interested classmates), his bag hooked over his shoulder and sunglasses back on his head.

“That was awesome,” he grinned broadly, giving Sean's shoulder a friendly slap before letting his hand return to the strap of his bag. “I have needed that like you wouldn't believe.” He nodded towards the front of the building. “If memory serves, there's a great little bistro a few blocks down. We could probably even walk if you wanted to.” He flashed that sly smirk again. “But I dunno how long you want to leave Mary out in my car. Not that she's going anywhere.” Not that Luc gave a fuck either way, whether they smoked before or after eating. Technically they could smoke before and after – he'd brought enough to accommodate it – but he felt like that was probably getting a little too demanding for first meetings. Definitely.

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[info]eternalearth
2011-09-28 04:25 am UTC (link)
'You have no idea how much I needed that,' or 'I haven't felt this great in ages.' These were phrases that Sean loved to hear more than almost anything in the world. It meant that he had done his job right and helped someone out for the day, maybe longer, you never knew. "You're quite welcome Luc, you're welcome to one of my classes any time."

Now Sean did want the joint now, but he didn't want to seem too eager or pathetic, so he shrugged his shoulders a bit as they headed out to the front lobby. At the main desk, Sean had a few things stashed inside one of the drawers, and he took this opportunity to grab his sunglasses, keys (just in case) and his wallet, tucking the latter into his pocket. "How about before, food can wait don't you think?"

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[info]radiantdelphi
2011-09-28 04:39 am UTC (link)
“Of course food can wait,” Luc said good-naturedly, flashing the dark-haired man another grin as he dug his keys out of his bag. But, you know, Sean probably could have gotten Luc to agree to anything – almost. Definitely anything if he were drunk – a thought that almost made him not want to drink around the instructor. Almost. For about half a second.

He led the way to where the BMW was parked, hitting the button on his control to unlock it before they'd even walked out of the building. Not going so far as to do the push-to-start option on the remote – because that was tacky. Or something. He pushed his sunglasses down onto his nose again, breaking the tension of potentially getting caught looking at something he shouldn't be. Better safe than sorry and all.

“Besides, the food'll just taste that much better when we do eat,” he added with a laugh as he held the door open for Sean, and, yeah, maybe abusing the opportunity to check him out from behind the Ray Bans while the brunet wasn't looking. God, what was with him, even? This was just getting stupid.

He motioned towards the parking lot to where the BMW's lights flashed a few times to indicate that the car had been unlocked. “That's me.”

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[info]eternalearth
2011-09-28 02:16 pm UTC (link)
A BMW??? What did this man do for a living? Sean idly wondered if he would be driving a BMW and wearing expensive ray bans if he had continued on the path his parents had set out for him, probably, but then came that important question he had to ask himself, would he have been happy that way? The answer was a definite and resounding absolutely NOT. He would have gotten married to someone for the sake of doing so and had 2.5 kids by now. He still might be slipping into a car with someone like Luc, but it would've been in the middle of the night for a quick fling now and then. "Wow, nice car," Sean said, a mix of jealous and impressed. Of course then he got angry at himself for being jealous, and THEN he got angry at himself for getting angry, so he counted to ten and calmed himself as he got into the car.

"So what do you do for a living Luc?"

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[info]radiantdelphi
2011-09-28 05:57 pm UTC (link)
Luc pulled a face and snorted a laugh at the mention of a nice car – because, yeah, it was nice, but it kind of always made him feel like a sellout. Which, he was, but y'know, he didn't like feeling like he was – didn't like the reminder. At least he could hide the eyeroll that he gave himself behind his sunglasses.

“Thanks,” he said as he tossed his gym bag into the back seat so he could fold himself into the driver's side. “They actually charged me extra for an ashtray and a lighter.” He laughed at himself for actually paying it, truthfully, just to have the convenience – even if all that he smoked in his car was weed. “Apparently they don't come factory-issue anymore.”

Behind the wheel, he felt much more comfortable. The darkly tinted windows and leather seats helped, of course. He put the key in the ignition and turned the engine on (briefly thinking of the Eddie Money song “Take Me Home Tonight” - 'let's find a key and turn this engine on' – because that's how Luc's mind worked) – which made him fiddle with his iPod before selecting this song and turning the volume to a level that they could both hear and talk over without too much effort.

A shy smile played across his lips, and he pushed his glasses up on his nose before setting the car into reverse. “I write songs, actually,” he finally answered with a sheepish chuckle. “Like, pop songs. For people like Britney Spears and Ashlee Simpson and Miley Cyrus.” He wrinkled his nose a little bit at having admitted all of that to a nearly complete stranger, but hey – it was true. And it wasn't that he was ashamed of it, he just didn't like the kinds of character judgment that (usually) followed such an admission. Like people expected him to actually be a fan of that kind of music just because he wrote it – and, yeah, he liked a lot of pop music.. but it wasn't who Luc Haust was. Definitely not. Not that he necessarily thought Sean was going to judge him on his whole life right then and there (Sean didn't seem like that kind of person, but hey, Luc had been wrong about people before) - he just liked to preempt any eventuality.

“I've actually been working with Britney a lot lately. Guess that's why I needed to come to class today.. she's kind of a pain in my ass,” he said lightly, because he was kidding.. well, at least somewhat. It wasn't like he was necessarily talking shit about what was, for now, his bread and butter – he just had to have some kind of a sense of humor about the fact that, yeah, he was working with a pretty (proven) crazy bitch. Otherwise he'd probably end up just as batshit as she was. He backed the car out of the lot and pointed it towards the PCH, figuring they could drive up and down the beach until they were done with the joint – which he pulled out of the foldaway ashtray in the front-center console and handed over to Sean. “Here, spark this.” He glanced at the other man through the side of his sunglasses briefly. “How long have you been teaching yoga?” His lips curved into a slightly-cryptic smile. “You're.. well, you're really good at it. I mean, like – you seem like a great instructor to have.” Wow, nice one, Haust. “I'd definitely be willing to come back.”

But, of course, there were many reasons for that. The important ones Sean didn't really need to know about.

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[info]eternalearth
2011-09-28 09:14 pm UTC (link)
"Talk about one TROUBLED girl that Britney, it just seems that every time she's finally getting better and turning around, she winds up even worse than she was before. Do you write songs with them in mind, or just write what pops into your mind? I can't imagine someone singing something that they didn't write, music is supposed to be from the soul, the heart, how can they really feel it if they didn't come up with it?" Then again it was pop music, maybe Sean was thinking too much about it. "What an amazing, amazing job though."

Sean popped the lighter in, activating it. As he waited for it to get hot enough, he held the joint in his hand. "I wish the center paid me in joints, that would be nice, although I suppose I wouldn't have money for food." Not that it would be much different from right now. The lighter popped out so Sean lit his joint, as well as one for Luc, handing it to him.

That was a good question, how long HAD he been teaching yoga? Sean had to stop and think about it. "I've been teaching for about 5 years and I had been taking classes for two years before I became a teacher. Thank you, and you should come back, and you definitely should take a meditation class sometime."

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[info]radiantdelphi
2011-09-28 10:05 pm UTC (link)
“Most of the songs I write myself are, you know, like - influenced by things in my life. For the most part.” His fingers curled around the steering wheel, shaded eyes focused on the road – but every now and again letting himself shoot a glance over at Sean. It would have been easier if the other man were more difficult to look at. “I get called in a lot to help people polish off songs – to rewrite a verse or develop a hook. Most pop songs these days are entirely collaborative, so that's actually where most of my money is made – with not being entirely original and free-thinking creatively. They pay me just to make it better. I mean, don't get me wrong – I actually love what I do, and enjoy most of the people I work with. Britney's just.. a mess in a dress, man.”

He snorted a soft laugh as he navigated them through traffic, keeping well within posted speeds and checking the rear view often, but still saving the majority of his attention for Sean. “Wow, five years? That's awesome,” he remarked as he took the joint from the dark-haired one, bringing it to his lips so he could inhale a deep drag off it. “I need to get back into it – I used to do it six days a week, but that was ages ago.” Not really that long, but it felt like it today, strange as it was.

“I meant to ask you earlier about those meditation classes, actually.” He had made the mental note to ask, but fuck if he hadn't gotten a little sidetracked since then. Blondes. He passed the joint back after a second quick drag, exhaling this one through his nose – and cracking their respective windows to allow the smoke to vent from the car. He didn't like his car stinking of weed when he pulled up in public places, and he had some cologne in his gym bag, thank God. He wasn't paranoid, per se - just cautious. “Like, what's involved? I've never really looked into it – I started yoga while I was in the LACDC, gave it up for awhile, and then started back a few years later.” Thanks to Nate's influence, but that wasn't really relevant here and now. “But I never really thought about doing it, I guess.” Until now, apparently. But, hey. It might be better than a shrink. He was definitely willing to give it a shot.. for more than one reason, but whatever.

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[info]eternalearth
2011-09-29 01:31 am UTC (link)
"Six days a week is a lot actually, so good for you for doing it that often at one point in your life. I had to work myself up to the point of teaching more than one class a day, and gradually started increasing my classes to get to the point where I am now. I just have to be careful about not doing everything with the class. I over did myself today, so I'm glad that I only have meditation classes this afternoon." Sean took a long drag from the joint, relaxing in the leather seat that probably had cost more than he made in a year.

"What's involved in what, yoga teaching or meditation?" He assumed that Luc meant meditation since he seemed the type to be far too busy to take on anything else in his life. "Well it's easiest to show you what meditation is like, it sort of clears your mind and makes you more aware of everything, more atune to nature, everyone and everything around you."

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[info]radiantdelphi
2011-09-29 02:04 am UTC (link)
“Yeah, the LACDC is the Los Angeles Contemporary Dance Company. Needless to say, the yoga helped tremendously,” Luc smiled faintly at the memory – after all, that was where he'd initially met Nate. But the years he spent in the company were actually some of the best and worst of his life; best because he had some of the best times, and worst because it was when his mother was on her downward spiral towards her demise. But the good definitely outweighed the bad when it came to the memories of the LACDC itself.

The pot had helped settle his fraying nerves (part of him was begging for a drink to calm them more fully, but that was out of the question for the time being) more than just a little – and he turned the prospect of meditation classes over in his mind a few times. He really did need to clear his head, more than he cared to admit.

“It sounds like something I should probably try,” he admitted with a weakly abashed smile. “And, I mean, hell, what could it really hurt?” He shrugged in response to his own question (that was so obviously rhetorical, but still) and looked over at Sean briefly. “The only problem I could see with it is my schedule.. but.. I mean, I do work out of my apartment a lot – and, like, I may not always be able to duck out and make it to Newport Zen, but, well, like..” He trailed off to a slight laugh, biting his bottom lip gently before he continued. “If you were willing to do private lessons, I'd be more than happy to compensate you for your time? In some form or fashion. Financial or.. otherwise.” He motioned vaguely with one hand towards the joint passing between them, because there was no way he'd be implying any other form of payment. That was just.. absolutely not what he meant.

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[info]eternalearth
2011-09-29 02:15 am UTC (link)
Sean found himself day dreaming about Luc as a dancer, moving around a stage. In this day dream the style of dance changed from one style to the next, but one thing was constant, a skin tight outfit on Luc. Yes. Sean let the daydream continue as he took long hits from the joint, passing it to Luc after he took a hit. It wasn't every day that a gorgeous man magically appeared in your class and offered you a joint in his car.

"Of course I'll do private lessons, pop down to my apartment any time. It's easy because I'm on the first floor, 105. Hell, I'll give you a lesson now if you want to pop back to the apartment, I have time." Sean grinned, partially because of the day dream, partially because of the pot and nodded. "I will take donations of pot and non meat type foods any day of the week in exchange for meditation services, especially considering I do it multiple times a day anyway."

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[info]radiantdelphi
2011-09-29 02:29 am UTC (link)
“Well.. that would be easier, except I spend most of my time alone in my tower – I'm all the way up in D1,” Luc joked, because living higher up in Pax was just another one of those 'oh hey, if you forgot I was rich, let me remind you again' sort of things, and he hated putting his financial status in people's faces like that. Even if it was just his life and the way things were for him. He was thisclose to making the suggestion that Sean come up to his place instead.. but he was already being a little too bold as it was. Better to let it lie for now. Besides, he could always bring it up later.

He thought briefly back to the initial offer of lunch – and his stomach protested the offer of going to Sean's apartment rather adamantly.. but how in the fuck was Luc going to just skip over that offer like it hadn't even been made? Besides, he could eat later.

“Sure, if it isn't too much trouble,” he smiled with another trademark shrug, and after a couple more drags he waved off the remainder of the joint – it was almost done anyway. “I even have an extra joint for your time. I'll be sure to hook you up a little better next time.” He flashed a bright grin then, though when he looked over at Sean again, he found himself biting at the inside corner of his bottom lip – because, really, what in the fuck was he even thinking?

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[info]eternalearth
2011-09-29 02:36 am UTC (link)
"Oh what a hard life all the way up and alone in your tower." Normally Sean wouldn't have joked about that, just in case it was something Luc was secretly sensitive about, but he was getting stoned. It was funny when Sean stopped to think about it, an apartment 105 sitting in a car crushing and very, very attracted to a D1 tower apartment. There was something symbolic about that somehow for Sean, even if he couldn't exactly place it right now.

"It's never too much trouble. Meditation is MUCH easier than anyone thinks." This was probably NOT a good idea at all.

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[info]radiantdelphi
2011-09-29 02:54 am UTC (link)
Sean's joke actually did smart a bit, but it was easier for Luc to laugh it off and keep it to himself – besides, he was 99% sure that Sean didn't mean it to be an asshole. And, well, 99% was good enough for a condom – he figured it was good enough for this situation. Of course, that was something he definitely shouldn't compare Sean's sense of humor to again.

“Yeah, it's rough, man,” he said with a chuckle and a shake of his head. “Pimpin' ain't easy.” He flashed a cheesy grin and pushed his sunglasses up on his nose. “So, to your place then?”

It was easy enough to point the car towards the complex – they were kind of driving that way aimlessly anyway, for lack of a better destination. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this.. putting himself in this kind of position again, and so willingly – hell, almost eagerly. May as well throw himself on the other man at this rate. And he was sure that would go over so well..

Yeah, a lot of it was the fact that Sean was absolutely gorgeous. But some of it was that the other man seemed so.. grounded. In ways that Luc wouldn't let himself compare Sean to right now, but also in a way that he couldn't quite put a finger on. He definitely liked it though.

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