sᴇʙᴀsᴛɪᴀɴ (sanguineus) wrote in worldsapart_ic, @ 2019-08-15 07:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | roman etana ka'uhane, sebastian sullivan |
Who: Sebastian & Roman
What: 'Accidentally' coming across a dragon again
When: Last week sometime, after Roman makes Ainsley's stalker pee himself
Where: Midnight
Rating: Mostly PG
Status: Complete
Sometimes just sometimes after finishing up at Tooth and Nail Roman liked to swing by Midnight to unwind, take his mind off things, and just enjoy the show. It helped that he was well known amongst the supernatural community which meant he ran into familiar faces which normally resulted in his spending time with them, catching up, enjoying a drink, listening to good music and also enjoying whatever show was being put on at that particular time of the evening. He’d spent some time at Ainsley’s place of work in an effort to scare the crap out of the unwanted admirer and he was happy to report that it had done the trick. The wolf hadn’t known what had hit him before it was too late for him to escape and Roman, well, he could be pretty damn frightening when he wanted or needed to be. There was a need of that with this admirer, clearly, he was a dumb wolf who could be dangerous if not dealt with quickly and swiftly, but thankfully Roman was confident that he had put the fear of God into him. “Can I get a beer?” He asked at the bar, charming smile included. The barmaid smiled warmly at him because she worked at Midnight a lot and Roman was something of a regular and he always tipped well. “One beer coming right up.” He could have gone for something stronger but maybe later when the night wasn’t quite so young. Midnight, admittedly, wasn’t Sebastian’s favorite - but he knew certain people tended to turn up there so he went somewhat frequently now instead of the bars he did prefer. You know, the kind with chandeliers and luxe décor, where you ordered a cocktail that cost twenty grand because it contained a shot of cognac from the year 1857 or whatever. That was Sebastian’s kind of place. Midnight was not. But right now, he happened to spot a handsome dragon sun god with rippling muscles and hair from a Pantene commercial, and he almost choked on his dirty martini - be still, his tarred and useless heart. It may have fluttered to life, however, where it usually lay dormant in a pitiless swamp. So stupid. He picked up his martini glass and slid down to settle beside Roman (who he definitely had been coming to see at Tooth and Nail, then promptly showering the potential herpes off of him whenever he exited the establishment). “Where’s your three-legged friend?” he asked casually, glad he still had the olive to his martini because drawing attention to the mouth was - wait, that was from 90s teenage magazines, nevermind. As far as advice, he really couldn’t recall any about ‘how to seduce a dragon’ so he’d just fly by the seat of his pants here. Roman had the bottle of beer tipped to his lips when Sebastian slid into the stool next to him and after swallowing he offered the vampire a warm toothy grin. “At home, probably hogging my side of the bed.” He turned to face Sebastian, propped up by an elbow and with his beer clasped between his long fingers. “I gotta admit I don’t know you very well but wouldn’t have figured Midnight was your kind of place.” It wasn’t for everyone but Roman liked it. “Lucky dog,” Sebastian replied, with a bit of a smirk that twitched the corner of his mouth into his cheek. One day, that baby version of a smile would become grownup - and he wouldn’t have left his emotions on the coffee table before leaving the house, as he was apt to do. “And no, Midnight’s not my usual haunt. They use olive juice from the jar for their martini’s.” As if that explained why he often didn’t step foot in here - heaven forbid a bar not use specific, filtered olive brine. But alas, he wasn’t really here for the quality of the drinks anyway. “I just - “ Well, why was he here? ‘Because I was hoping to run into you’ was dumb as fuck, and he wasn’t about to say that. “I’m just trying to fit into the city more. Make friends.” Ew, gross - he almost threw up, and his tone probably conveyed as much. Friends. Roman chuckled and swept a hand into his hair to tug it back so it didn’t flop over his eyes as he regarded Sebastian. “He might be a lucky dog but between you and me there’s snoring that happens and I’m definitely the one being kept wide awake.” He grinned a second later, turning his head to greet somebody as they brushed past him and did so by leaving a lingering touch on his shoulder. “That makes sense,” he affirmed. “Especially if you’re thinking about sticking around in Los Angeles.” He lightly nudged Sebastian in the side with his elbow. “Making friends isn’t all that bad. Might even like it if you loosen up a little.” The dragon? Well, he was all about making friends. If anyone had touched Sebastian on the shoulder to greet him (not counting the two people in this city who had already touched him and gotten away with it, that is) he would have swiftly backhanded them. Just one of the differences between he and Roman, though he wasn’t turned off by those differences - no, instead he was actually somewhat intrigued. How could anyone be so open to affection and other such nonsense? What was it like to grow up where touchy-feely shit was an actual learned behavior? He hadn’t been raised that way. In his era, parents were just lucky to keep their children alive - the phrase ‘danger lurked around every corner’ was not an exaggeration. “I’ve loosened up some,” he admitted, sipping on his drink. “I even went to Tooth and Nail. Saw you there a few times.” Talk about not being his kind of establishment. Ugh. “Almost flung my underwear at you too.” That was a joke. Sort of. “Oh yeah?” Roman asked, genuinely taken aback and a little surprised that Sebastian had ventured into Tooth and Nail. His lips tugged into another grin. “Your underwear, huh? Please tell me it was designer ‘cause honestly having a hard time picturing you in anything else.” He winked and took a sip from his bottle. He glanced over at the stage as another performer took to the limelight, this one was awful bendy. “Scale of one to ten, how much did you hate it?” “I’m not telling you anything,” Sebastian grinned, a rare glimpse of a shark bite smile. “You’ll have to see for yourself.” Flattering that Roman was picturing what kind of underwear he sported though, and giving it a second’s worth contemplation (spoiler: they were boxer briefs, cotton, and name brand Ralph Lauren - so he was right about the designer assumption, at least). Swiveling on his stool a little, daddy long legs somewhat folded up so he could rest his feet on the bottom rung (he wasn’t freakishly tall, weirdly enough, but he was definitely all legs so he looked more giant than he was), blue eyes flitted toward the stage as well before resting back on Roman. “The scenery was a ten,” he decided - because he’d observed Roman kicking someone’s ass, so, that was an automatic ten plus probably an additional five. “But....ambiance?” He made a so-so motion with his hand. “That was like a four. I was probably overdressed.” “Tsch,” Roman said with a shake of his head as Sebastian returned fire on his teasing comment with one of his own. “Yeah, I don’t Cole really cares all that much for the ambience considering the place is primarily there for people to drink, kick some ass, and make money.” Plus, Cole, he wasn’t exactly a classy dragon. He tipped his bottle to his lips and swallowed another healthy mouthful. “And yeah you were definitely overdressed.” Cue a wink and a large grin. Sebastian chuckled, in a self-deprecating sort of way. He knew he often tended to be overdressed wherever he went - but it was just a part of his nature, so look immaculate at all times. “How nice of you to notice,” he drawled, sliding the olive off the toothpick to pop the booze-soaked fruit (yes, olives were a fruit) into his mouth. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the fact that he’d gone to places specifically out of his comfort zone just for a chance to get a glimpse of this very specific, interesting dragon (what was his house like? Did it smell like a litter box?) but he just kind of internally said ‘fuck it’ and went for the word vomit. “So do you want to go out sometime?” he asked, because he didn’t really understand people who never asked. No one he knew was a mind reader, anyway. Roman lifted his eyebrows at the rather unexpected invite and he placed his beer to one side as he considered the vampire more closely. “Did you just ask me out? On a date?” Always better to ask, be clear, especially as Sebastian could have meant like out as friends or whatever and Roman really did hate beating around the bush. Sebastian was also a person who preferred not to beat around the bush. But, admittedly, being asked that outright would have had him blushing - if he were actually the blushing sort. He could have hemmed and hawed, he supposed, but there didn’t really seem to be any point in that. Or playing coy. If there was something he was terrible at, it was playing coy. Someone pass the barf bucket. “Yes,” he replied, fingers tapping upon the bartop. “I don’t really - do that sort of thing, so. People still ask, don’t they?” Or was there some brand new protocol he just didn’t get the memo for? It had been a very long time since Roman had been asked out on a date. Honestly it didn’t even bear thinking about. That wasn’t to say his needs weren’t looked after because they were, regularly and frequently, but those arrangements were definitely not the sort where you went out, ate food, got to know one another and engaged in a courting ritual. And that was okay because it wasn’t always needed. “They do,” Roman said with a nod. “I just haven’t been asked out on an actual date in a long time. I don’t want to say how long because I’d be giving away my age.” He grinned a second later. “What did you have in mind?” That was a good question. Sebastian had, admittedly, expected Roman to burst out laughing and order another beer as if nothing happened. But he’d actually....agreed? What a pleasant surprise. “Dinner?” he suggested. “There’s this place that serves Korean food, literally in a greenhouse, that I’ve been wanting to try.” He still enjoyed food, to some extent, but as he aged it was less and less of a concern. However, he knew dragons ate a lot and he wanted to be accommodating. Plus, the place was literally in a hotel, so. If the night went well? They were already there. Though he shouldn’t think of it like that. Maybe Roman wasn’t the kiss on the first date type. But it would be great if he was. Nothing wrong with agreeing to a date with a handsome man. Didn’t mean Roman was going to spend the rest of his life with him but it would definitely be fun and he’d have to be an idiot to turn down a dinner invitation. “You think you can afford how much I eat?” He challenged with a playful grin, the sort that practically reached ear from ear and had on many occasions melted the coldest of hearts. “Because if so then dinner was totally on. He did however finish up his beer and order another one. They both had pretty damn long lives ahead of them, so Sebastian wasn’t making plans to order chair ribbons for the wedding reception yet either - but he definitely wanted to go on a date with Roman, maybe more, and he’d see how it went. Hopefully well - though he couldn’t imagine why it wouldn’t. Already that grin of his alone was well on its way to being a thing that melted the polar ice cap known as his ‘heart.’ “I’m pretty sure I can,” he smirked, taking that as a challenge. “I might not eat as much but, please - feel free to show off that dragon appetite. I will no doubt be awed and amazed.” Probably would sit there a bit slack-jawed, actually, but in the best way possible. “Sounds like a challenge to me,” Roman remarked with a wink. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” His appetite in many ways was voracious and at times it felt like it could never be sated, but thankfully he’d managed to curb some of his more… primitive urges. That came with age and wisdom or… something. He took a sip of his beer and placed it aside. “When were you thinking?” “Next weekend?” Sebastian suggested. He was about done with his martini and was still debating if he wanted another - because really, could any bar in this vicinity make a decent martini? Granted, he should probably aim for a place that wasn’t necessarily a strip club for good drinks, but eh. Details. “I can text you the address of the place I have in mind,” he added, pulling out his phone. This was also a good way to get Roman’s number. Always calculating, that one. A quick mental check confirmed in Roman’s mind that he was in fact free next weekend and he smirked at the ploy to get his number. “You know if you wanted my number you could have just asked.” Nevertheless he took Sebastian’s phone and inputted his number before handing the device back to him. “And next weekend works for me.” “Well, I did ask? Sort of,” Sebastian grinned crookedly, pocketing his phone. He’d asked Roman on a date before asking for his number, so maybe he just did things ridiculously backward. Not like he knew the first goddamn thing about how to actually date someone. But alright, next weekend it was. “Sounds good then,” he added smoothly, deciding to forgo the second dirty martini. The olive juice from a jar sort of sealed the deal for him, bleh. “I’ve got to get going, but enjoy the rest of your Midnight experience? And I’ll see you later.” Yes, yes he would. |