[log] Shuuhei, Renji, Yumichika
Title: Two Hot Guys Walk into a Bar... (Party Log)
Characters: Renji (
gogodgene), Shuuhei (
gogochan), Yumichika (
day_eight)
Timeline: September 1, 2007
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Shuuhei and Renji scope out the club and get stopped by the fashion police.
A jet-black eyebrow shot up in surprise at the sight of servers carrying passed hors d’oeuvres and trays of sparkling champagne. Fancy. The top brass at the mag had really pulled out all the stops on this one. Well, 25 years was a damn good reason to celebrate. Plus, there had to be a lot of VIPs here that needed impressing, though the scarred and tattooed Shuuhei Hisagi was not one of them. Not that he had a problem with that. He’d never make it as an executive, and he’d never wanted to be a rock star. The ex-graffiti king was important, or, at least, infamous, in his own right. That’s all that mattered.
The black-eyed, wild-haired graphic designer mumbled, “No, thanks” when a waiter came by with a tray of sparkling liqueur in delicate, long-stemmed glassware. Champagne? Eh. It tasted o.k., and got ya drunk, but…in the end, he’d take a beer over bubbly any day.
“Wanna get some real drinks?” Shuu asked, nodding his spiky head in the direction of the Ash Cat. “Or, d’ya wanna check out the scene for a bit? Maybe look for yer…uh…um…”
It had been almost two months since Renji’d first mentioned Byakuya. For some reason, the chatty redhead had been less open about the whole affair. Until recently, all that Shuuhei knew was that the guy was some big time entertainment lawyer who lived uptown, and that Renji really liked him.
Then, one day, Renji was chuckling over the way most people called “Bya” “Mr. Kuchiki,” or even “sir.” The designer’s jaw had dropped at that, causing Renji’s cocky grin to dip into a sheepish expression. Shuu had never met “Mr. Kuchiki, sir,” but he certainly knew the man’s name-and his reputation. After all, he’d been working with Rukia Kuchiki for well over a year.
The fact that “Bya” was actually Rukia’s older brother was, hmm… Well, it had to be kinda complicated. Beyond that, Shuu wasn’t totally sure of the status of Renji and the Kuchiki heir’s relationship. The redhead never said “boyfriend,” or anything. He usually just referred to the man as “Bya.”
“…look for Rukia’s brother?” Shuu finished.
Wow.
Whoever set up the party tonight went to town, apparently. He'd never really been in such a...fancy atmosphere. It was a little unnerving, seeing as he was just expecting a regular club setting. Well, actually, it wasn't too surprising, he guessed. Since Bya was coming, the club definitely couldn't be just some ol' regular to place to get drunk and dance.
Speaking of Byakuya, it looked like he just came in... Renji felt kind of bad leaving Shuuhei behind, but if he didn't catch the all-work, no-play lawyer now, he might not see him until the end of the night.
"Oh, look over there..." Renji remarked, pointing the sleek lawyer out. "He's the guy who came dressed for work." The redhead allowed himself a short-lived laugh. He wasn't making fun of Bya, 'cause of course the guy looked good in anything he wore. Actually, a more accurate way to describe him would be smokin' hot, even in a stuffy suit. Besides, the guy was here for business, anyway. No way would someone like Byakuya be caught dead in a club to have fun (heaven forbid).
The tattoo artist figured he'd have to remedy that one day...
"He's hot, though, right?"
Hot? Well, Shuu wouldn’t go so far as to call the guy hot. He was definitely very slick and polished, and looked really important (if not a bit imposing). Not the kind of guy Shuu’d want to get into an argument with. Ok, he was decent lookin’ and all, and had that sculpted movie star quality, but… Honestly, the word that came to Shuuhei’s mind was “cold,” not “hot.”
At first glance, the graphic designer couldn’t imagine Mr. Very Serious and the tattooed redhead having all that much in common. Then again, the old saying that “opposites attract” had to come from somewhere…
And anyway, who was he to judge? It’s not like Shuu’d ever had much luck with dating. Hell, if Renji could end up with someone like that-a fuckin’ society-boy billionaire-then more power to him, eh?
Oh…whatever. Sure, it was all kinds of impressive that his best friend was dating Rukia’s brother, “the Kuchiki heir,” but all that mattered was that his buddy was really into this guy. And since the two of them seemed to spend a lot of time together, the feeling had to be somewhat mutual.
“Nice suit,” Shuu said with slight nod in Byakuya’s direction. “Not sure if I’d call him hot,” he continued, shooting his friend a sly grin,”‘cause that’s more your thing than mine.”
The Brooklynite quirked up one dark eyebrow as he mockingly appraised the sleek lawyer. “I dunno, Renji,” he said, voice low and gravely, “he looks kinda stiff to me…”
Renji barely quirked an eyebrow at Shuuhei's response about Byakuya's good-looks. Of course Shuuhei wouldn't say Bya's hot, no matter how true it was. Shuu wasn't like that, or, at least, that's what he told his redheaded friend. Even when they had been...together, or whatever, he still denied the fact that he was "gay."
Or something.
Instead, Renji took the complement for what it was. He was pretty sure it was a complement... Well, at least he had said the lawyer's suit was nice, even though he sounded kinda sarcastic. The tattoo artist smiled and laughed.
"Yeah, I guess it would probably be more my thing than yours." Renji continued to watch Byakuya from across the room. It was kind of disappointing that he wouldn't be spending much time with the guy, even if they were at the same damn party. All Renji knew was, the stuffy lawyer had better give him attention tonight, for all the distance he would put between them. Even though the redhead was being a little childish about the whole ordeal, he knew that Byakuya had to be professional, and no doubt his boss would be around.
Those annoying little thoughts ceased to be when he heard the brunette next to him say something about how the lawyer was "stiff." If Renji was drinking something, he might have done a spit take. Instead, he opted to just laugh loudly.
"Oh yeah, Shuu. Big stiffie."
The brunette choked out something between a snort and a chuckle. He wiped his mouth with the back his hand and rolled his eyes.
“Dude. A bit T.M.I., but… I’m happy for ya, man. I’m glad things are workin’ out.”
Though, honestly, Shuu couldn’t help but wonder if Renji meant “big” in terms of normal, Average Joe-sized cock, or “big” compared to, well…Renji. Not that Shuuhei had been up close and personal with a lot of cock, but he knew that the redhead wasn’t exactly…normal.
The brunette was just about to make a quip about Mr. Big and his “stiff personality” when he noticed the lawyer looking directly at them. Directly at him to be precise. Yikes. If looks could fuckin’ kill…
“Uh, Renji,” Shuu said, looking anywhere but at Byakuya. “Ya might as well go say ‘hey’ before the dude gets real busy, n’ shit.” Or before he sues Shuuhei for standing too close to the sexy redhead.
There was tons of eye candy strutting around Las Noches. Yumi spotted several pretty faces with bodies to match within the first few minutes of entering the club. He was just going to start his first sweep around the room when a familiar figure caught his eye.
That guy…
What was his name again? It wasn’t really a surprise that he didn’t remember… he had probably been drooling over the guy’s ass when they had exchanged names. Trying not to obviously stare, he walked toward the man slowly, checking out his attire. He was pretty well dressed… a bit more casual and edgy than Yumi liked, but that was the current style. Putting on one of his best smiles, he sauntered over to where the guy was standing.
Whoa… hold on just one second...
As a group of people moved out of the way, Yumi was able to see the person standing next to the brunette wonder. Well wasn’t that just luck? Not one, but two absolutely gorgeous men… side by side. The second was a rare sight-red hair… bold tattoos… and stylish, fitted clothes that showed off an amazing physique. At first glance, he assumed that the two men were a couple, and was a bit surprised that the shy brunette that he had met in Barney’s had picked up such a catch.
However, as he drew closer to the pair, he noticed that they were looking out into the crowd and talking amongst themselves. They reminded him slightly of a pair of school girls scoping out one of their boyfriends. A bit curious, he turned to look over at whoever it was they were discussing. No… Surely… surely, he had to be mistaken. The person that he saw directly in their line of sight was none other than the Byakuya Kuchiki. There was no way one of those two men was involved with the insanely successful, billionaire heir. True, they were both drop dead gorgeous, but Byakuya was beautiful, and in a league all of his own.
Drawing nearer, he picked up a bit of their conversation. Did the redhead just say something about a big stiffie?! Now he definitely knew it was not Byakuya they were talking about. He was pretty sure that the poised lawyer would have a few things to say about someone discussing his… anatomy… in public. Shrugging it off, he walked up to the two men and eyed them mischievously.
“I see your taste in pants has improved,” he said to the brunette, making a show of leaning over to check out the guy’s ass. It was still pretty damn fine… He smirked and returned his gaze to the man’s face, his eyes lingering for a moment on that heavily suggestive tattoo. “Your friend’s aren’t that bad, either,” he commented, his eyes sweeping over the other man’s jeans briefly.
He gave the redhead a sly wink before turning on his heel and wandering off to say hello to a client that had caught his eye earlier. It was probably best not to linger and leave the men to discussing… whoever it was. Making a note to (delicately) bring up the matter to Byakuya later, he walked away and left the two hunks to themselves.
Through the brief exchange of words from the strange man, Renji kept silent. His cocked eyebrow was the only indication that he was paying attention. He was...slightly confused. Who was that guy?
He was certainly...what was the word? Well, he had a high and mighty air around him, that was for sure. And a pretty face to boot. Kinda like a wolf in sheep's clothing.
And how exactly did he know Shuu? Not that he was trying to keep track of who Shuu knew or not, he just didn't peg his best friend to be the type to hang around...pretty boys.
Oh well.
Renji watched as the guy walked away, noting that he had given him a wink. Well, at least the man was nice, and said he didn't look half bad. The redhead turned to his brunette friend.
"You know him, Shuu?"
The cool brunette felt himself tense up slightly when he caught a glimpse of the imposing stylist out of the corner of his eye. Of course the guy just sauntered into their conversation, as if any of this was his business…just as he’d done with Shuu that time at Barney’s.
He scowled a bit, but couldn’t help the light flush that crept up his cheeks when the statuesque man gave him a not-too-subtle once-over. Shuuhei honestly did not care to hear how his ass looked, thank-you-very-much. Not from this guy, anyway. Yumic…Yumak…Yumi-something. There was something about the sophisticated stylist that made the Shuuhei nervous. …An energy or somethin’ that made it all too easy to boss the shy designer around.
Well, at least this time he’d winked at Renji-not that the cocky redhead seemed to mind one bit. And with Byakuya standing nearby, absolutely glaring in their direction…? Shit, he hoped Renji knew what he was doing.
A quick glance over at the lawyer showed that the man was temporarily occupied with some other suit and tie type.
Shuu shrugged a bit in answer to his friend’s query. “Dude, I’m tellin’ ya…beware of that guy. He’s the self-proclaimed fashion police or some shit. Gotta say, I’m kinda surprised he let you off the hook.”
The stylish brunette quirked an eyebrow as he surveyed his friend’s ensemble. Huh… How ‘bout that? Renji actually looked…kinda cool. Usually, the redhead’s idea of fashion was utterly made of fail.
“Look at you, man,” Shuuhei said with a crooked grin, “You clean up kinda nice. You actually pick those threads out for yourself?”
Fashion police, huh?
Well, Renji figured he'd better just stay outta that guy's way. Not like he was the epitome of fashion.
The redhead turned back to his friend.
"Fuck no, dude. Byakuya and I went...shopping, if you can believe that," Renji said with a laugh. Not like he had any money to blow on clothing. Besides, he liked stuff that he could lounge around in all day without looking like he was dressed for bed. All his jeans were worn down and fit him just right, which he liked.
The redhead had never cared how well his ass looked in some pants, or how well a shirt showed off what was underneath. All that shit was so superficial to him.
Of course, more power to anyone who actually spent more than five minutes in front of mirror. If they wanted to doll themselves up, that was quite fine with him.
"And thanks. You always look good, so no complement I could say that I haven't said before." Renji stretched a bit, seeing as he had been standing still for longer than usual.
"Gonna go hang with Bya for a bit. I'll meet ya back at the bar."
Characters: Renji (
gogodgene), Shuuhei (
gogochan), Yumichika (
day_eight)
Timeline: September 1, 2007
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Shuuhei and Renji scope out the club and get stopped by the fashion police.
A jet-black eyebrow shot up in surprise at the sight of servers carrying passed hors d’oeuvres and trays of sparkling champagne. Fancy. The top brass at the mag had really pulled out all the stops on this one. Well, 25 years was a damn good reason to celebrate. Plus, there had to be a lot of VIPs here that needed impressing, though the scarred and tattooed Shuuhei Hisagi was not one of them. Not that he had a problem with that. He’d never make it as an executive, and he’d never wanted to be a rock star. The ex-graffiti king was important, or, at least, infamous, in his own right. That’s all that mattered.
The black-eyed, wild-haired graphic designer mumbled, “No, thanks” when a waiter came by with a tray of sparkling liqueur in delicate, long-stemmed glassware. Champagne? Eh. It tasted o.k., and got ya drunk, but…in the end, he’d take a beer over bubbly any day.
“Wanna get some real drinks?” Shuu asked, nodding his spiky head in the direction of the Ash Cat. “Or, d’ya wanna check out the scene for a bit? Maybe look for yer…uh…um…”
It had been almost two months since Renji’d first mentioned Byakuya. For some reason, the chatty redhead had been less open about the whole affair. Until recently, all that Shuuhei knew was that the guy was some big time entertainment lawyer who lived uptown, and that Renji really liked him.
Then, one day, Renji was chuckling over the way most people called “Bya” “Mr. Kuchiki,” or even “sir.” The designer’s jaw had dropped at that, causing Renji’s cocky grin to dip into a sheepish expression. Shuu had never met “Mr. Kuchiki, sir,” but he certainly knew the man’s name-and his reputation. After all, he’d been working with Rukia Kuchiki for well over a year.
The fact that “Bya” was actually Rukia’s older brother was, hmm… Well, it had to be kinda complicated. Beyond that, Shuu wasn’t totally sure of the status of Renji and the Kuchiki heir’s relationship. The redhead never said “boyfriend,” or anything. He usually just referred to the man as “Bya.”
“…look for Rukia’s brother?” Shuu finished.
Wow.
Whoever set up the party tonight went to town, apparently. He'd never really been in such a...fancy atmosphere. It was a little unnerving, seeing as he was just expecting a regular club setting. Well, actually, it wasn't too surprising, he guessed. Since Bya was coming, the club definitely couldn't be just some ol' regular to place to get drunk and dance.
Speaking of Byakuya, it looked like he just came in... Renji felt kind of bad leaving Shuuhei behind, but if he didn't catch the all-work, no-play lawyer now, he might not see him until the end of the night.
"Oh, look over there..." Renji remarked, pointing the sleek lawyer out. "He's the guy who came dressed for work." The redhead allowed himself a short-lived laugh. He wasn't making fun of Bya, 'cause of course the guy looked good in anything he wore. Actually, a more accurate way to describe him would be smokin' hot, even in a stuffy suit. Besides, the guy was here for business, anyway. No way would someone like Byakuya be caught dead in a club to have fun (heaven forbid).
The tattoo artist figured he'd have to remedy that one day...
"He's hot, though, right?"
Hot? Well, Shuu wouldn’t go so far as to call the guy hot. He was definitely very slick and polished, and looked really important (if not a bit imposing). Not the kind of guy Shuu’d want to get into an argument with. Ok, he was decent lookin’ and all, and had that sculpted movie star quality, but… Honestly, the word that came to Shuuhei’s mind was “cold,” not “hot.”
At first glance, the graphic designer couldn’t imagine Mr. Very Serious and the tattooed redhead having all that much in common. Then again, the old saying that “opposites attract” had to come from somewhere…
And anyway, who was he to judge? It’s not like Shuu’d ever had much luck with dating. Hell, if Renji could end up with someone like that-a fuckin’ society-boy billionaire-then more power to him, eh?
Oh…whatever. Sure, it was all kinds of impressive that his best friend was dating Rukia’s brother, “the Kuchiki heir,” but all that mattered was that his buddy was really into this guy. And since the two of them seemed to spend a lot of time together, the feeling had to be somewhat mutual.
“Nice suit,” Shuu said with slight nod in Byakuya’s direction. “Not sure if I’d call him hot,” he continued, shooting his friend a sly grin,”‘cause that’s more your thing than mine.”
The Brooklynite quirked up one dark eyebrow as he mockingly appraised the sleek lawyer. “I dunno, Renji,” he said, voice low and gravely, “he looks kinda stiff to me…”
Renji barely quirked an eyebrow at Shuuhei's response about Byakuya's good-looks. Of course Shuuhei wouldn't say Bya's hot, no matter how true it was. Shuu wasn't like that, or, at least, that's what he told his redheaded friend. Even when they had been...together, or whatever, he still denied the fact that he was "gay."
Or something.
Instead, Renji took the complement for what it was. He was pretty sure it was a complement... Well, at least he had said the lawyer's suit was nice, even though he sounded kinda sarcastic. The tattoo artist smiled and laughed.
"Yeah, I guess it would probably be more my thing than yours." Renji continued to watch Byakuya from across the room. It was kind of disappointing that he wouldn't be spending much time with the guy, even if they were at the same damn party. All Renji knew was, the stuffy lawyer had better give him attention tonight, for all the distance he would put between them. Even though the redhead was being a little childish about the whole ordeal, he knew that Byakuya had to be professional, and no doubt his boss would be around.
Those annoying little thoughts ceased to be when he heard the brunette next to him say something about how the lawyer was "stiff." If Renji was drinking something, he might have done a spit take. Instead, he opted to just laugh loudly.
"Oh yeah, Shuu. Big stiffie."
The brunette choked out something between a snort and a chuckle. He wiped his mouth with the back his hand and rolled his eyes.
“Dude. A bit T.M.I., but… I’m happy for ya, man. I’m glad things are workin’ out.”
Though, honestly, Shuu couldn’t help but wonder if Renji meant “big” in terms of normal, Average Joe-sized cock, or “big” compared to, well…Renji. Not that Shuuhei had been up close and personal with a lot of cock, but he knew that the redhead wasn’t exactly…normal.
The brunette was just about to make a quip about Mr. Big and his “stiff personality” when he noticed the lawyer looking directly at them. Directly at him to be precise. Yikes. If looks could fuckin’ kill…
“Uh, Renji,” Shuu said, looking anywhere but at Byakuya. “Ya might as well go say ‘hey’ before the dude gets real busy, n’ shit.” Or before he sues Shuuhei for standing too close to the sexy redhead.
There was tons of eye candy strutting around Las Noches. Yumi spotted several pretty faces with bodies to match within the first few minutes of entering the club. He was just going to start his first sweep around the room when a familiar figure caught his eye.
That guy…
What was his name again? It wasn’t really a surprise that he didn’t remember… he had probably been drooling over the guy’s ass when they had exchanged names. Trying not to obviously stare, he walked toward the man slowly, checking out his attire. He was pretty well dressed… a bit more casual and edgy than Yumi liked, but that was the current style. Putting on one of his best smiles, he sauntered over to where the guy was standing.
Whoa… hold on just one second...
As a group of people moved out of the way, Yumi was able to see the person standing next to the brunette wonder. Well wasn’t that just luck? Not one, but two absolutely gorgeous men… side by side. The second was a rare sight-red hair… bold tattoos… and stylish, fitted clothes that showed off an amazing physique. At first glance, he assumed that the two men were a couple, and was a bit surprised that the shy brunette that he had met in Barney’s had picked up such a catch.
However, as he drew closer to the pair, he noticed that they were looking out into the crowd and talking amongst themselves. They reminded him slightly of a pair of school girls scoping out one of their boyfriends. A bit curious, he turned to look over at whoever it was they were discussing. No… Surely… surely, he had to be mistaken. The person that he saw directly in their line of sight was none other than the Byakuya Kuchiki. There was no way one of those two men was involved with the insanely successful, billionaire heir. True, they were both drop dead gorgeous, but Byakuya was beautiful, and in a league all of his own.
Drawing nearer, he picked up a bit of their conversation. Did the redhead just say something about a big stiffie?! Now he definitely knew it was not Byakuya they were talking about. He was pretty sure that the poised lawyer would have a few things to say about someone discussing his… anatomy… in public. Shrugging it off, he walked up to the two men and eyed them mischievously.
“I see your taste in pants has improved,” he said to the brunette, making a show of leaning over to check out the guy’s ass. It was still pretty damn fine… He smirked and returned his gaze to the man’s face, his eyes lingering for a moment on that heavily suggestive tattoo. “Your friend’s aren’t that bad, either,” he commented, his eyes sweeping over the other man’s jeans briefly.
He gave the redhead a sly wink before turning on his heel and wandering off to say hello to a client that had caught his eye earlier. It was probably best not to linger and leave the men to discussing… whoever it was. Making a note to (delicately) bring up the matter to Byakuya later, he walked away and left the two hunks to themselves.
Through the brief exchange of words from the strange man, Renji kept silent. His cocked eyebrow was the only indication that he was paying attention. He was...slightly confused. Who was that guy?
He was certainly...what was the word? Well, he had a high and mighty air around him, that was for sure. And a pretty face to boot. Kinda like a wolf in sheep's clothing.
And how exactly did he know Shuu? Not that he was trying to keep track of who Shuu knew or not, he just didn't peg his best friend to be the type to hang around...pretty boys.
Oh well.
Renji watched as the guy walked away, noting that he had given him a wink. Well, at least the man was nice, and said he didn't look half bad. The redhead turned to his brunette friend.
"You know him, Shuu?"
The cool brunette felt himself tense up slightly when he caught a glimpse of the imposing stylist out of the corner of his eye. Of course the guy just sauntered into their conversation, as if any of this was his business…just as he’d done with Shuu that time at Barney’s.
He scowled a bit, but couldn’t help the light flush that crept up his cheeks when the statuesque man gave him a not-too-subtle once-over. Shuuhei honestly did not care to hear how his ass looked, thank-you-very-much. Not from this guy, anyway. Yumic…Yumak…Yumi-something. There was something about the sophisticated stylist that made the Shuuhei nervous. …An energy or somethin’ that made it all too easy to boss the shy designer around.
Well, at least this time he’d winked at Renji-not that the cocky redhead seemed to mind one bit. And with Byakuya standing nearby, absolutely glaring in their direction…? Shit, he hoped Renji knew what he was doing.
A quick glance over at the lawyer showed that the man was temporarily occupied with some other suit and tie type.
Shuu shrugged a bit in answer to his friend’s query. “Dude, I’m tellin’ ya…beware of that guy. He’s the self-proclaimed fashion police or some shit. Gotta say, I’m kinda surprised he let you off the hook.”
The stylish brunette quirked an eyebrow as he surveyed his friend’s ensemble. Huh… How ‘bout that? Renji actually looked…kinda cool. Usually, the redhead’s idea of fashion was utterly made of fail.
“Look at you, man,” Shuuhei said with a crooked grin, “You clean up kinda nice. You actually pick those threads out for yourself?”
Fashion police, huh?
Well, Renji figured he'd better just stay outta that guy's way. Not like he was the epitome of fashion.
The redhead turned back to his friend.
"Fuck no, dude. Byakuya and I went...shopping, if you can believe that," Renji said with a laugh. Not like he had any money to blow on clothing. Besides, he liked stuff that he could lounge around in all day without looking like he was dressed for bed. All his jeans were worn down and fit him just right, which he liked.
The redhead had never cared how well his ass looked in some pants, or how well a shirt showed off what was underneath. All that shit was so superficial to him.
Of course, more power to anyone who actually spent more than five minutes in front of mirror. If they wanted to doll themselves up, that was quite fine with him.
"And thanks. You always look good, so no complement I could say that I haven't said before." Renji stretched a bit, seeing as he had been standing still for longer than usual.
"Gonna go hang with Bya for a bit. I'll meet ya back at the bar."