Elijah (allintheblood) wrote in worldsapart_ic, @ 2019-01-31 20:27:00 |
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It had been a while since Elijah had hit up the nightlife of Los Angeles. Too long. Far too long. All work and no play made Elijah a very boring boy and Waverley was right he just needed to get out, let his hair down (figuratively because it took him long enough to get the damn strands into place without going and messing them up) and let the chips fall where they may. It wasn't that he was actively looking for a relationship but just something as it could get lonely.
He'd lost track of the time but he knew one thing for certain this was their... fifth or sixth club since they'd been unleashed on the unsuspecting public. Elijah was definitely just a little bit tipsy and this much was evident in how he collapsed on a couch beside Waverley and hurriedly offered an apology as yep there went the alcohol sloshing around.
"Mm, whoops."
Waverley snorted, "You're drunk," she told him, sweeping her hair back from her face and taking her cocktail from Elijah before he sloshed any more of it out of the large glass. She lifted it to her lips and took a sip of the sweet cocktail and humming happily. "I mean, it's been a while. I think tolerance disappears after a while," she teased, leaning to the side and kissing his hair, so as not to leave a lipstick mark on his cheek. That would have somewhat dampened his ability to hook up with someone. Not that he'd taken any action on the guys that had been checking him out.
She wondered if he'd even noticed.
"You havin' fun?"
"M'not drunk," Elijah argued in the way a-typical a drunk person would, petulance included. But she was right, he was very drunk. So drunk in fact that he was pretty certain his fingertips were tingling or buzzing whichever they were doing it. He smiled at the kiss to his hair and then reached up to tangle his fingers in her necklace as to keep her right there, in place, especially as she smelt nice. Like... the ocean and flowers.
He had in fact not noticed that there had been a couple guys checking him out which was a total failing on his part.
"Mmhm, lots," he accentuated this statement with a wiggle of his eyebrows, "You?"
Waverley laughed softly as Elijah tangled his fingers in her necklace so she couldn’t move away, so she didn’t. She nudged his temple with her nose and kissed his hair again. “Okay,” she conceded gently, “you’re not drunk. But we should prolly think ‘bout going home soon. It’s late.”
She leaned back just a little to see him wiggle his eyebrows and laughed again, sipping at her drink and nodding. “Yeah, ‘Lijah, I’ve had fun. But this was about getting you all unwound and stuff, so… do you want me to leave you with that guy over there that’s been staring at you for the last ten minutes?”
Waverley had a point which meant if he could still recognise a point to her argument then he was not drunk enough.
"What guy?" He asked, completely innocently.
Nudging his temple with her nose again indicatively, Waverley murmured, "That one." He had been standing by the bar when Elijah had grabbed their drinks, and she'd seen him sort of hover like he wanted to talk to Elijah but changed his mind at the last minute. Now he was watching them without making it obvious. Or trying not to.
Elijah went with the nudge and let his head lull to one side to catch sight of a rather attractive man with long dark brown hair that looked like it might be fun to bury his fingers in while he kiss- Woah, okay Elijah was definitely getting ahead of himself. Had it really been that long? Clearly.
"He is pretty hot," he agreed.
"Mm," Waverley purred in response, "so... am I going home alone tonight? I can take your drink for you." One of them, at least, should have fun with another person tonight. "And it's definitely you he's been watching."
Now that was the question, wasn't it? Did Elijah throw caution to the wind and enjoy himself a night of meaningless fun with mister tall dark and handsome over there or did he retreat? Choices, choices.
"Iiiiiii'm still thinking about it," he admitted with a laugh.
Waverley huffed out a breath, "For Posiedon's sake," she grumbled, "you wanted to come out and have some fun, are you having another 'I'd rather have a boyfriend' moment?" She finished off her drink, feeling the liquor burning down her throat and making her eyes sting just a little.
"Look, I've finished my drink! Go, go have fun and you can stumble into my place afterwards and tell me all about it."
God. What was wrong with him? Elijah groaned and overdramatically flopped his head back against the couch. "No, yes, maybe a little." Ugh, make up your mind already.
"Okay, okay, I'll go talk to him," Elijah murmured before he tipped his drink to his lips and knocked it back. "And hopefully not make a total ass out of myself."
Waverley snorted again. "Just go have a good time, no one says you gotta go back to his place and sleep with him. But go have some fun. I'll hang around for a little longer just in case."
She kissed his ear and patted his shoulder, lips curled up into a smile that had the briefest tinge of sadness to it that disappeared almost immediately. "Go get 'em, Tiger."
"You'd better." Elijah sat up and turned his head to press a kiss to Waverley's temple before finally peeling himself away from the couch to head on over to talk to the handsome stranger who he definitely needed to get the name of as he couldn't just keep referring to him as tall, dark and handsome.
Waverley leaned back into the couch and watched Elijah walk over to the handsome guy, averting her eyes to give him some sense of privacy (though she watched in the broken reflection across from her so she could at least make sure Elijah was taking to the guy and not swerving away at the last minute).
Someone walked over to her, asked her if she wanted a drink and she said a polite no. Once she knew what was going on with Elijah she'd probably head home, she just needed to make sure she was being a good wing-woman.
Elijah did in fact talk to the handsome guy who he found out was called Nathaniel and he was new to Los Angeles having spent the last few years in New York. Turns out he liked the LA weather better, go figure and liked to surf which was not something Elijah knew how to do at all. Honestly he was so unathletic it wasn't even funny.
He was also... young, a little too young, and Elijah felt a bit like a dirty old man for previously thinking about what he'd do with that hair in his hands. Not that it stopped him from exchanging numbers and grabbing another couple drinks before he turned to head back to Waverley.
"So, he's like a total baby," he admitted as he flopped down beside her and offered her a drink.
She had just about been getting ready to go, having waved off another interested party. Her purse was on her lap and she'd been rummaging in it to find the token for the cloak room that she'd deposited her jacket into when they'd arrived which meant that when Elijah returned with another drink for her in his hand she jumped and then looked genuinely disappointed for him.
"How young is young?" she asked, because if the guy was in his twenties wasn't that okay for a casual thing? Maybe not, she didn't know. She didn't tend to pay too much attention to ages, but she hadn't done a casual thing in a while. "That sucks, though."
"Twenty two," Elijah admitted in a hushed voice as he just shook his head. "That's like a full ten years younger than me." Or something like that. He was drunk he couldn't do maths right now. Sue him. "I did get his number though."
He sipped at his drink and blew out a breath.
"At least he wasn't seventeen," Waverley responded with a little smile. "But you took his number, and for that, I'm glad. Maybe you can text him in a couple of days. There's nothing wrong with a bit of an age gap, after all." She certainly couldn't talk; Leandro had been hundreds of years older than her.
Elijah said nothing but the arching of his eyebrows was answer enough of how much he agreed with Waverley that at least Nathaniel was not seventeen years of age. Christ, that would have been utterly mortifying.
"Maybe," he murmured as he took another sip of his drink.
"Age is kind of arbitrary anyway," Waverley said pensively as she sipped at her own drink, leaning to the side so that her head was resting on Elijah's shoulder. "You smell nice," she added. "Sucks that he isn't old enough. Do you wanna try Fyre? There's gonna be someone in there who you can hook up with if you want. We can head there before going home."
Maybe it was or maybe it wasn't but Elijah didn't know how much of a relationship- Okay, that wasn't the point of tonight so yeah maybe he'd just blown it. Fuck. He did smile however when Waverley told him how nice he smelt, that was really important after all.
"Yeah, let's hit up Fyre."
Waverley downed the rest of her drink and got to her feet, only swaying a little bit on her heels, catching herself on the arm of the couch to keep her balance. "And then you can go have your fun. And then you can tell me all about it in the morning. Because it's Sunday tomorrow."
Elijah smirked a little before he finished off what remained of his drink and used the couch to pull himself to his feet as yeah he was definitely drunk. Hopefully not too drunk to not get into Fyre. "I will share all sordid details," he promised as he wrapped his arm around Waverley's shoulder and began in the direction of the cloakroom.
"Good," she purred as she slid her arm around his waist and let him drag her to the cloakroom. She'd live vicariously through him while they nursed a hangover at her apartment the next morning, eating cold Chinese leftovers and watching Gilmore Girls on Netflix.