Hawthorn Coleman 🌿 Briar Moss (greenmagic) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2018-01-12 22:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | briar wolfe, hawthorn coleman |
Who: Thorn Coleman and Briar Wolfe
What: There are worse reasons to hook up with someone than the fact that you both have prickly names.
Where: A club in NYC
When: Friday, January 12; evening
This wasn't the first club that Thorn had hit up that night; it did happen to be the last one he was planning on hitting though. He was almost out of joints and he had enough extra cash in his pockets to make it worth his time. The way he saw it? His bargain with the dealers he worked with in Detroit only applied inside Detroit and if he wanted to do a little extracurricular selling of his own product in a completely different city it wasn't like he was hurting anybody's customer base. Not anybody he knew anyway. Besides, he was doing the good people of New York a service; a better high than you'd normally get from something as innocuous as weed and safer than most of the other party favors being passed out for a few bucks. Sure it wasn't any more legal but that only mattered if you cared about things like the law. Thorn had never been a big believer in that.
The part of the night that was actually risky was over now though and all Thorn had one him was a couple joints, one for him and one for whoever he ended up going home with for the night. Not enough for a charge for dealing, just possession. Not that he was going to get treated any better for that considering that he was a brown person who happened to be holding drugs. Just meant that Thorn couldn't get caught and that he was very sure about.
He'd worry about ducking the cops when and if he had to duck the cops though. Right then all Thorn wanted to do was dance. He wasn't great at it but as a decently attractive guy who was actually willing to get out on the floor he didn't figure he really had to be. He didn't get creepy levels of close to anyone, just put himself out into the crowd and started moving. Either someone would come onto him or he'd manage to make eye contact with someone across the room and pick up on the kinds of signals that let him know that they wouldn't mind if he came over and got to know them a little better. That was one area where being him was honestly really easy and Thorn'd feel bad about it if he didn't figure that it was making up for the parts of being him that'd been really hard.
Most importantly? He needed this. It'd been a hell of a long week and all Thorn wanted was a hot sweaty roll between the sheets and someone that wasn't going to kick him out of bed before he'd gotten a good night's sleep. Usually an offer to make breakfast got him invited to stay til morning but it was always a calculated risk. Sex was great. He wasn't going to turn down sex no matter whether he had a place to sleep for the night or not. A warm body in bed to keep him grounded in the here and now even in his sleep though, without having to ask for it specifically for that reason or see whoever it was that he used as his human security blanket ever again? He'd pick a combination of okay sex and that over great sex and going home alone any day.
Right now Thorn had his eye on a cute redhead across the room, a quirk of an eyebrow in her direction asking a question that he was too far away to ask out loud. Maybe she'd ignore him. Maybe it would be that easy. Either way Thorn wasn't going to regret taking a chance on trying to make eye contact as much as he'd regret passing it up. Plenty of hot fish in the sea but Thorn was pretty sure that this one was a little bit hotter than most even from a distance.