Cameron (warmthinthedark) wrote in worldsapart_ic, @ 2019-05-01 17:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | cameron lakota, marie roque |
Who: Cameron Lakota & Marie Roque
What: Marie enjoys a night at Midnight
When: 27th April
Where: Midnight
Rating: PG
Warnings: n/a
Marie had never been to Midnight before, but once ten o’clock hit and she’d closed up Boudin, she decided she was far too curious to head home. Or rather, briefly - she headed home briefly to change clothes, whipping off the spice-stained apron and the low boots, the jeans and plain black shirt and put on shimmering gold shorts and fishnets, with a ripped Nirvana t-shirt. There, much better.
Once she got to Midnight she was all about shots of raw Patron at the bar and enough bass coming from the speakers to rattle the skull. In the glimpses of colored light, the shimmer of her shorts seemed to be right at home. This particular shirt might have been an odd contrast, but the careless confidence of her top worked for her. There was still glitter and hairspray in the endless tide of her pink hair, and the caramel skin that was visible was dewed with well-earned sweat.
After taking another shot, she drifted back into the crowd to be closer to the stage. One of the cushy chairs was selected, in fact, and she had a cherry whiskey smash delivered to the small table, nursing the glass while she waited to see what would entertain her.
Cameron Lakota had been a performer at Midnight for a fair few years which meant he was something of a pro when it came to working the stage and knowing how to keep the audience entertained. It wasn't just about how you looked but also how you commanded the stage and made that show just as good if not better than your last.
For him the performance started backstage first when he slipped out of his regular clothes and into the sinfully tight black jeans which rode low on his hips and exposed slithers of his knees though admittedly you'd be forgiven for paying more attention to the large expanse of golden skin displayed from hip to shoulder as he did not wear a shirt for his performance. Then on went the glitter that he knew caught all the lights at just the right moments though perhaps the twirling fire might be a distraction from that.
To date? It hadn't, but there was always a first.
His music wasn't as fast paced as others, it was definitely more of the Black Velvet type era of music which meant it leaned more towards sexy than it did to fast paced and exciting. It suited Cameron and how he moved as every move was deliberate, fluid and the things this boy could do with his hips should be outlawed. Thankfully they weren't or that might really put a dampener on his ability to make money.
He got given a five minute warning that he was next up and immediately he checked his hair, made sure his eyeliner was on point, and then secured his poi that he wrapped the leather straps around his hands. There was an existing source of fire on stage so as always he'd tap into that the moment the music started. Cameron gave himself one last look in the mirror and adjusted his jeans so they sat a bit lower which meant the telltale sign that he wasn't wearing any underwear was hinted at but not totally obvious before barefoot and confident he hit the stage.
Almost immediately the music started as Cameron stepped onto the stage and he began his set by reaching out to curl his fingers towards the fire, drawing the entirety of the flame towards him until at the last moment he seemingly split it into six separate flames that he juggled with ease.
Oh, and what new delight was this?
Marie was suddenly paying rapt attention. That pink tongue of hers flicked out to lick a spare droplet of ginger brandy from her upper lip, and she stuck the cherry garnish into her mouth to suck on - to twist the stem into knots with her tongue, actually, because she was laser-focused on the stage and applying dirty thoughts to the performer.
He obviously thrived up there, and she could appreciate that. The thrill of electricity skittering up the spine, how it felt beneath the lights and the appreciation of applause - yeah, maybe she wasn’t a performer in this sense but she’d put on her fair share of shows.
Well. She’d just sip her drink and watch, then find him afterward so she could stuff a tip into those tight as hell jeans.
With flames now firmly in his control Cameron's lips curled into a smile that was brimming with confidence and had a touch of cockiness about it which unlike arrogance wasn't offputting but more inviting. He twisted his body and rolled his hips which caused the glitter on the curve of his hipbones to catch the light just as the flames in a fashion not too dissimilar to a fire breather swept out in front of Cameron. It was dangerous sure but wasn't that the risk you ran when you played with fire?
And as quickly as he'd pushed those flames out he was drawing them back in towards himself putting a large amount of focus in allowing them to lick at his skin without damage or burn. He hadn't always been as lucky in the past but when he was on stage he had everything under control and this was apparent in how relaxed he seemed to be moving in time to the beat and under the lights that followed his every move.
Of course as the flames touched his dark hair his lips pulled into a grin and a wink was passed out to the audience just as the flames leapt out to catch on the poi hanging loosely at his sides. Now with both lit he proceeded to twist, spin, and perform some very flexible very adventurous tricks and flips that were worthy of a well trained gymnast. He sometimes had a pole on stage but not tonight, tonight it was just him and what he could do without a pole.
He definitely loved doing what he did and the buzz he got from the audience.
Such a flexible one, this fire guy. Marie knew he had to be Cameron, the one she was chatting to on the network - he who was often famished after a performance and now she could see why. There was a lot going on here, and she was enjoying every second of it.
Her drink was finished, the alcohol buzzing through her veins and her lips as red as the maraschino she’d consumed. Opening her handbag, she checked to see if she had any bills - and aha. A twenty - which was a little generous, but didn’t he just deserve the generosity? For looking so edible?
She bet he tasted like liquid smoke and brimstone. Maybe was as spicy as her pot of gumbo.
Heading backstage, she waited patiently for him to be finished changing after his routine was done - it might take some time to wash the glitter off, but oh. Honey. May as well accept it was literally second skin now.
Cameron’s set wound up after a full hour and then he was heading backstage to strip out of his outfit and change into something a little more street friendly.
That involved in tugging on a t-shirt and boots but keeping everything else on as he still had a couple more sets to do but for now he needed a drink. Glitter was still pretty much everywhere but that was to be expected, that shit was hard to get off.
He was stepping out of the changing room when he ran into a face he was sure he’d seen in the crowd.
“Uh, hi,” he said with a small smile.
“Bonjour,” Marie purred appreciatively - her gaze was appreciative too, as she eyed Cameron up and down. And since she had no shame, she strode forward and tucked the twenty into the back pocket of his jeans - this involved being in his personal space for a moment, and a glance up through her lashes, her perfume spiced with clove and vanilla.
She also offered a beatific smile to boot. “Your routine was very good, I wanted to make sure I told you. I’m Marie,” she added. “I think we spoke before?”
Cameron’s head turned as the twenty was pushed into the back pocket of his jeans and arched an eyebrow at how close she was and how that smile seemed to get bigger in size the longer she lingered in his personal space.
“Thanks, it’s always good to know I’m not boring the shit out of the audience.” Weirder and random things had happened.
Wait, Marie? Oh, right!
Cameron slid his hands into the back pockets of his jeans and smiled. “On the network system. Boudin, right?”
“That’s me,” she nodded proudly, because Boudin (and he actually pronounced it correctly, bless him) was essentially her baby, for all intents and purposes. She’d continued the family business, in a sense, cooking up authentic Cajun and Creole cuisine that filled the belly without draining the wallet - and it wasn’t an easy thing to do, run a restaurant.
She wasn’t on the clock now, actually, but still. That wouldn’t stop her from making an offer to someone she hoped would become a regular. “You mentioned you’re famished after performing? I can see why.” All that exertion - how taxing it must be (not to mention glittery). The calories must be replenished.
“If you don’t mind being alone at the restaurant with me, I can let us in and rustle something up? Whenever you get off, of course,” she added, with a wave of her hand toward his general ensemble. “I’m sure you still have audiences to wow.”
Cameron hadn’t been lying when he said he worked up an appetite during a shift at Midnight because he basically spent the entire night burning through his energy reserves as he put on a fire show to entertain the masses. Most of the time he went home and after having eaten his body weight in whatever high calorie food he had in the house he’d take out his contacts and shuffle off to bed which is how the glitter transferred to his sheets.
Thank god for tumble dryers.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said with a shake of his head. “I still have a couple hours left of my shift and about four more shows to do.” Each show was different than the one before it because he didn’t believe in doing the same thing over and over. “Wouldn’t want you getting bored on account of waiting for me.”
Marie’s eyes seemed to just twinkle in amusement, a warm golden glow to them almost. “I highly doubt I would ever be bored watching you work,“ she pointed out. And really, she didn’t mind doing it - she just considered it a good investment into a future meal for herself.
But really, that was neither here nor there. “If you insist though, mon cher,” she acquiesced, slender hands slipping into the pockets of her shorts. They didn’t remain idle for long though, because she moved to hook one arm around Cameron’s.
“At least have a drink with me?” she implored him. “We can figure out another time for me to wow you with my talents later.”
As Marie hooked her arm around his he gave her an amused look. “You realise you’re never getting that glitter off your skin now, right?” He was also warm, really warm, but then he always ran hot thanks to the gift the Fae had blessed him with.
“But yeah a drink sound good.”
He started in the direction of the bar with Marie at his side as he was greeted by a couple regulars and exchanged idle conversation until they finally made it to the bar. “Sorry about that, people like to talk.” Cameron glanced over to catch the attention of the bartender and flagged him down.
“I’ll take a vodka and lime.”
Marie batted her lashes at him. “You act as if I’ve never doused myself in glitter for Mardi Gras, cher,” she laughed, happily walking to the bar with him. She didn’t mind the meet-and-greets either; obviously Cameron was a popular kind of guy. How sweet.
Sliding onto the bar stool, she ordered another cherry whiskey smash; the succubus wanted some fizz and some tartness. “Coconut oil,” she shared, leaning in and swiping her fingertips gently over his arm where some of the craft herpes still stained skin. “Gets it off quickly. I also have a tip for getting it off clothing and sheets, but am only interested in sharing that information for a trade.”
Nothing major, Cameron, don’t worry. Her grin was mischievous and teasing.
Huh. You learned something new every day you really did.
“I’ll have to remember that. Lucky that I like the smell of coconut.” His curiosity piqued when she said what she did and grinned at him like the female version of the Cheshire Cat.
“Alright, I’ll bite,” he said as he took a sip of his drink and regarded her over the rim with a twinkle in his eye. “What kind of trade are you looking for in exchange for that information.”
It was simple - he’d have to trade in sexual favors. Or, no, actually he wouldn’t. Marie’s smile brightened when she received her drink - pleased by both the alcohol and the reaction.
“Come to Boudin, hmm....after you dazzle crowds one night next week?” she suggested. “I can’t wait for you to try my food.” Cameron could try her too if he wanted (she was going to guess he had experiences with succubi before, but she could be wrong), not like Marie would protest.
As for the tip, he best be better to have his socks blown off. “Hairspray on your clothes and sheets then, this is very important - “ She spoke close him, all in a conspirator’s fashion. “Let it dry completely first. Then wash it. The glitter will come off.” But only if you let the hairspray dry first - otherwise it was just transferring craft herpes from one article of clothing to another, right there in the wash.
Cameron grinned ever so slightly at the trade exchange and just pulled his lower lip into his mouth before a small nod followed. “Okay, it’s a deal.” He pressed both of his palms together at the place where his hands had fallen which was in the space between his thighs and he lifted his eyebrows.
“Hairspray? That’s it?” Wow, okay, yeah, he’d really wished somebody had told him that sooner. It definitely would have made his life a lot easier. “That’s insanely simple but damn good advice so thank you for that.”
“I am full of lots of good advice,” Marie informed him, pinkie up as she sipped her beverage, a wicked gleam in her eyes. It was true though - you didn’t come from a place like Nawlins without knowing a thing or two ‘bout a thing or two.
But the rest of her advice didn’t come for free - she really should see about writing a column in the paper or something, ha. The goddesses knew she definitely had doled out her fair share of therapy while working in the service industry. Restaurants and bars, these were places people felt free to spill their guts to strangers for some reason. Not that she minded - you learned a lot of interesting facts that way.
“Let me give you my number, so you don’t forget,” she tacked on, and she’d even do it the old-fashioned way - scrawling it on a napkin, how quaint. “Here, mon cher. Just tell me when you want to tickle your tastebuds.” Or obliterate, depending on how accustomed to spicy food he was.
“I doubt I’ll forget but a number is a good idea,” he assured her with a disarming smile before he reached out to collect up the napkin. “And this number will definitely work?” He teased softly and pretended to eye Marie suspiciously. “I’m not going to dial this and go through to a sex line or some poor hapless stranger?”
The napkin was tucked away into the pocket of his jeans nonetheless so clearly he was willing to take the risk.
“Not a sex line, exactly...” Marie shrugged, trailing off all ominous-like. “But if that’s the reason you’re calling, I wouldn’t turn it down.”
Wink. She really was shameless and had no qualms about it - but in this case, who could blame her? Cameron was ridiculously good-looking, and she had to appreciate the cajones of any man who wore skin-tight jeans and sparkles to twirl flames around on stage.
After all those shots and two generous helpings of whiskey with a side of cherry, she was feeling delightfully buzzed, and she set down her glass. “Should I let you get back to work, Fire Guy? I don’t want to monopolize all your time.”
Cameron chuckled warmly in response to her comment and accompanying wink, a small flush catching his cheeks and thank God for the lighting in Midnight because it was easily hidden.
“I suppose I should get back to work,” he admitted reluctantly as he picked up his drink and finished it off without pausing for breath, the now empty glass being rested back on the bar. “I mean, bills to pay, the joys of adulthood.” Could be worse though, he could be working in an office. “But thank you for making this evening a lot more interesting.”
He rose to his feet and caught her hand in his own, bending at the waist to drop a kiss to her knuckles. “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”