junkyarddog (junkyarddog) wrote in thegrand_ic, @ 2012-02-21 15:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | kitty fever, tray contini |
Shut up! Mutt Face
Who: Kitty Fever and Tray Contini
Where: Tray's
When: Feb 21
What: Kitty comes looking for the artwork she kept hearing about not knowing it was going to be that bartender's place
Warnings: Language and Suggestion
Status: Incomplete
Kitty Fever:
Kitty hummed softly to himself despite his helmet as he pulled up on his motorcycle to the junkyard. Given the name- and what he'd learned from the bar- this was where the most curious went to fetch a new style of art work. At least, it seemed somewhat refreshing. Tugging off his helmet and shaking free a few strands of his locks, the young ocelot shifter quirked a brow at the place. Simple was the only word he could think of to describe it. A boot adorned foot hit the group, white pumps laced up to his knees with a flirty little pair of tattered blue jean shorts that hugged his upper thighs as he rode. His lean torso was garbed in a single shoulder tee of pink and white, with various words jotted across the front in yellow. On his ears were a pair of glitter, fake diamond Hello Kittys' and at his wrists were numerous bracelets- bejeweled or metal- glitzing up the bright pink nails with little black bows painted on. Slung over his back in pack style was a furry creature- a bright blue leopard print kitten that acted as a purse for him. Strapping his neon pink helmet to the bike, Kitty strolled his way up to the front of the small home, pursed his pink glossy lips and knocked. "Konnichiwa!"
Tray Contini:
Tray was in his home just next to the scrap yard and was putting his boots on ready to come out and work when he heard that oh so too familiar voice screeching from just outside the door. He grinned wide identifying the sound right away. He stood up cocked his head back and forth and wiped his grin off so that he pretend to be upset when he walked out the door. He opened and crossed his arms, wearing only jeans and workboots, revealing the tattoos he had peeking out of his pants at the hips, a few days worth of stubble on his face. "What the hell are you doing on my property? This is for patrons only. Do you intend to make a purchase?"
Kitty Fever:
Kitty had been glancing back towards his bike, pondering if there was anything here he could add to it when that door opened. As he turned around to greet the owner, his eyes widened. Oh gods...Really? Him?! "Ano..." Glancing down was a terrible mistake because the bartender had a body that just so happened to match his incredible arms. Kitty shook his head faintly and tried to recover from the mild soft core porn standing in front of him. "Shut up, mutt face. I do want to make a purchase, thank you kindly, but if you keep treating me like that? I might just walk myself right back to some other dealer!" Crossing his arms over his chest and pushing up the breasts that were still growing there, Kitty jutted out his hip and raised a fine brow. "Do you always greet people half naked or am I just the first person you want to make gag today?"
Tray Contini:
Tray didn't even seem to bawk at all. He strode on out with all his man-curves hanging out, squinting like he hadn't seen the sun in days. "You can't get an original Contini from another dealer. And you won't get quality like an original Contini somewhere else either. But, do as you please if you're really into down grading the worth and awesomeness of what you put in your home, go for it. I never pictured you as having any class anyway, Trix. Annnnnnnnnnd it just so happens that I was about to head to my workshop. I put on my coveralls in there. I don't wear a shirt to actually sculpt thank you very much, but don't act like you mind. I see your eyes all over this physique." And with that he made it right up him and smoothed his hands over her chest and belly, provacative, showing off, being an ass. Then he bit at the air, snapping his teeth right in front his face before turning and headed off towards the garage. But, then he stopped in his tracks when he spotted the bike. "Dude." He said, impressed running his hands over the seat.
Kitty Fever:
"Stop stroking my seat, douchebag." He huffed and stepped towards the half dressed male, happy that Tray didn't seem to catch the way he was causing Kitty to blush. "I don't like other people touching my bike. Especially not jerks." His eyes narrowed and the feline shifter reached out then, running his nails down Trays' back in what was meant to be more a protective gesture over his bike than a pleasurable one. "And Stubs?" The pink hued male smirked, leaning back against his bike- braced by his arms and playfully arching his back so that he chest stood out. "Stop acting like you're smooth. You're about as smooth as a bear, so don't quit your day job just yet." And there came to the teasing little wink as he bit his lower lip, glancing up at Tray through his lashes. "Besides, you're not that hot."
Tray Contini:
That scratch down his back only encouraged Tray to sling a leg and straddle that bike leaning over and getting a good grip on the handles. "I'm not a jerk. So I'm allowed on." He insisted before adjusting his rear in the seat. "Then stop drooling everytime you time you look. I'm starting to think Kitty needs a bib."
Kitty Fever:
Kitty rolled his eyes and huffed, glaring at Tray as he straddled the bike. "Why do you insist on getting your man stank all over my bike?" His lips tugged into a frown as the young shifter tried to push Tray by the shoulders. "I don't want to drive home in your ball sweat! Grosssss!" His nose wrinkled in distaste as he stuck out a pierced tongue. "Bleh. The only reason I'd be drooling is because listening to you open your mouth bores me to death, Tarzan."
Tray Contini:
This would be the moment Tray turned the tables. When Kitty started to shove he snatched him up, turned and grabbed that colorful cutey and pulled him right in, locking him in a smothering embrace. "You know Jane falls in love with Tarzan right?"
Kitty Fever:
The yelp that left him surprised even Kitty. His eyes widened then narrowed as he listened to Tray speak. "And what do you think you're getting at, huh? Do you really want me that bad?" He chuckled softly and tried to push against the males' hold, whining faintly under his breath at the strain. For someone who seemed to talk a lot of shit, Tray was certain fit as could be!
Tray Contini:
Tray started to shake the tiny neon male in his arms, play and silly, proving he wasn't going to be going anywhere just yet. "I've already got you. You just don't know it yet." Then he pushed his nose to his ear and cooed, "But, you will" made his own soft purring sound then completely release the other, hopping off the bike. "I gotta get to work. You still want to see some pieces or not?"
Kitty Fever:
Kitty bit his lower lip, silencing the faint mewl that wanted to escape him as a shudder crept up his spine. Tray certainly had some balls to go with his talk and that was attractive to the kitten. Once freed, he adjusted his shirt and paused long enough to glance back to the bartender and artist. "Even if you are a crazy jerk. word is your stuff is the best." His eyes narrow, sweeping over Tray. "Show me what you've got to offer and I might be interested...In your art, that is."
Tray Contini:
Tray watched as Kitty seemed impressed with the pieces had on display. In that moment as Kitty stood not smarting off with some wacky phrase and just admiring his work Tray viewed him in a different light, getting a little lost in the moment. Then Kitty had to turn around and smart off again and he rolled his eyes. "yeah yeah yeah. come on. Back to my place." He agreed and started to lead the way back. But, on the walk back to the house Tray had to poke, "You seemed impressed with what the mutt face had going on there Trix. You know? I've heard that gal's are really turned on by guys that are musicians or artists. I never really thought about it much before, but it must be true, I mean even a shallow gal like you seems to be affected by me."
Kitty Fever:
Kitty scoffed at the assumption and shook his head, picking up pace and gently shoving Tray's shoulders. "Uuuum, no? I never found myself that excited by your art, thank you very much. Actually, most of it depresses me. I really hope you've got something worth looking at in the shack, twinkle toes, because that warehouse was more barren and lonesome than my grandmothers' loins after thirty years of marriage." He chuckled then and bit his lower lip. Tray was assuming he was...well, she. And that was partly true. Kitty was a confusing little boy. Girl up top, boy down bottom. Poor man...He wondered silently if Tray would be intrigued or disgusted if he ever found out?
Tray Contini:
The metal artist took the shove instride, rolling his eyes. But, Tray did believe Kitty was a girl. He had no reason to think otherwise. She surely looked like one, curves and all. "Do you always talk like you raised by the dirty underwear king? Or do just leave that special for me?" He reached up to open the door and did not let ladies go first, sauntering on into his living room where his chin up bar was and jumped up to it swinging like a monkey, shirtless as he spoke. "You're not gonna spray in here are you Kitty cat? My steam cleaner is broken."
Kitty Fever:
Kitty had to admit, the man had guts and wit. Chuckling softly to himself, he watched Tray swing with his arms crossed over his chest. "Sugar, I do a lot of things special for you." With a most wicked grin the shifter raised a hand to politely flick off Tray then stick the tip of his tongue out. "Like that! A personal invite, even." He giggled then and glanced around the place while turning so his back was to Tray and he could lean his elbows on the counter. "Mmm...you know, for a terrible bartender, you have a nice place. What do you do on the side?" A glance back over his shoulder and Kitty smirked again. "I would say prostitute but you're too wrecked for that. Might want to do a few hundred more pull ups, doll, because those abs are sloppy."