[Log] Shirosaki, Shuuhei (Party Log)
Title: SCORE!
Characters: Shiro (
gogodgene), Shuu (
gogochan)
Timeline: September 1, 2007
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The devil comes out to play. Shuuhei is enticed, with a little help.
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GODDAMN.
If there was ever a time Shirosaki wished he was an inanimate object, this would probably be it.
Shiro had known Shuuhei would be in tonight; he had seen the guest list. Of course, he was proven that his eyes were in working order when the bombshell had actually walked in the doors with his buff (and probably brain-dead) counterpart. The albino tried not to let his spite for the red-haired menace get in the way of ogling the hot brunette. He had cast glances whenever he could, effectively keeping him from hurting something out of boredom. Then he was, for some reason, blessed enough to catch the sexy club-goer sucking on a lollipop like there was a fucking prize at the end of it. The pale bouncer had to force himself to close his dropped jaw, unless he wanted to start drooling everywhere. His eyes never left the guy, even as a small fight broke out over in the corner of the club. Thankfully, it subsided before he had to step in.
Which was great, because if he had to deal with any fuckheads now, he would just immediately bounce their asses straight out the door.
The albino waited impatiently for the drunk man across from Shuuhei to fucking leave. All he wanted to do was go over there, talk, flirt, and hopefully fuck the guy by the end of the night. It had taken all his willpower to not imagine it was his cock that the brunette was sucking on with such tenacity. He really didn't need a boner while he was on the job... But thinking about it was making the all the blood in his brain travel south.
Just as Shiro was about to take matters into his own hands (and tell that drunk fucker to get the fuck away from his prey), the man left. The albino lit up a cigarette in victory, immediately walking over to where the brunette was alone.
And just ripe for the taking.
The pale young man smirked wide, slinking over to the dark-haired club-goer and casually resting an arm on the nearest cocktail table.
"Hey, sexy, long time no see."
CRUNCH. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Crunch.
Oooh. He’d bitten into the lolli. Bitten it, chewed it, swallowed it. And now it was gone. And so was Jyuushirou. Dammit. So much for his candy fix. Well, he could chew on the white paper stick for a little while…except that it was gross. Oh well.
Now, the remnants of that Chupa Chup were starting to taste really sweet. Too sweet. Cloyingly sweet. What he really, really wanted (fuck wanted, needed) was a smoke.
Dammit.
But, wait… Was that…?
Shuuhei smelled the burning tobacco and whipped around in the direction of the tantalizing scent, eyes going wide at the sight of the pale bouncer and his signature smirk. The quiet designer dropped the half-gnawed lollipop stick without noticing it fall.
Whoa… That guy. How freaky…
“You again,” Shuu ground out, for lack of anything better to say.
"Me again," Shiro repeated, with a sly grin. The albino considered this a considerably good stroke of luck. After not exchanging numbers or anything from the first time they met, the pale young man had almost expected never to see the brunette again. Fate had reserved him a second chance to get this guy in bed with him.
Fuckin' sweet.
Shiro surveyed the man once again, but it wasn't as if he had forgotten a single detail. There were people you could meet, think they were good looking, but then not remember them the next day. Then there was Shuuhei. The pale bouncer didn't know what it was that was so attractive about the guy.
Well, besides everything.
Of course, hotness aside, there was something about the sexy brunette that seemed off... Oh. Dude was fucking stoned out of his mind. Shiro had an eye for that, especially after living around people whose pastime included doing copious amounts of drugs just to see if they were alive afterwards. He also had a good nose for pot, too. The albino thought he had caught a whiff of the stench on Shuu, but then again, it was all over the club. Just looking into the dark-haired man's eyes was enough to prove that, yes, he had indeed smoked up a good amount of weed this evening.
Not that Shiro was really complaining; this could work in his favor.
"So, saw ya come in tonight with that redheaded friend 'a 'urs. He here for you or somebody else?" For the buff dude's sake, Shiro hoped he was here for anybody but Shuuhei.
Saw him come in? Huh. That was, like, ages ago. And it had taken…wait, what was the guy’s name? Oh, that’s right. He’d never gotten the albino’s name. Hadn’t even thought to ask…
Whatever. So, it had taken Whateverhisnameis…Mr. White-yeah, that’ll work-all this time to come over and say, “what’s up?” Huh. Shuu didn’t know whether to feel relieved or insulted.
While trying to figure out that particular conundrum, he ended up staring with undisguised longing at the strange man’s cigarette. Lucky… Well the cigarette wasn’t actually a Lucky. The guy was lucky. Or maybe he was just ballsy for lightin’ up when it was illegal.
Damn. A cigarette would be nice right about now.
The scarred brunette started to feel around for his own smokes, and then realized Mr. White seemed to be waiting for something. An answer? Yeeeah. He’d asked somethin’…somethin’ about…uh… Shit. Oh! About when he came in…with the redhead... Renji?
Ooooh.
“The redhead? That’d be Renji, I guess. He was here with me, but not necessarily for me,” Shuu said with shrug and a crooked half-smirk.
Wait. What the fuck was he doin’? Almost sounded like he was trying be coy, or make Mr. White here jealous. No no. Definitely not tryin’ to play like that or make the dude jealous.
Even if it had taken him all this time just to fuckin’ say hello.
Shuuhei wiped the smirk off his face and stood a little straighter. He should probably ask the guy’s name, right? Or ask somethin’ like whether he was here for business or pleasure? Uh, no need to go there. Even a dazed and confused Shuu knew better than to say the word "pleasure" around the flirty albino. Just askin' his was probably more than enough.
The cool brunette gave the white-haired man an once-over out of the corner of his eye, noticing for the first time that he was dressed a good bit better than the average party-goer. Jacket…tie…dress shirt…the works. How ‘bout that?
“You’re all dressed up,” Shuuhei said, forgetting once again to ask the man his name in favor of stating the obvious. The designer quirked his non-scarred eyebrow. “You got some fancy party to go to?”
Wow, talk about slow on the uptake, but Shiro had grown to know that patience around a stoner was as good a virtue as any. Some of his best friends from the gang had been stoners, and most times, their conversations ended up taking hours to finish. Shiro considered himself lucky that Shuuhei seemed to know what he was talking about. It was hard to get information out of someone who had just smoked up, since they seemed to deviate from one topic to another randomly. The albino bouncer also considered himself lucky the beefcake redhead wasn't double-timing with Shuu.
Guy had already taken one of his sexual interests...
The pale bodyguard tried to focus on something other than that damn tattooed freak and happened to notice how Shuu was staring at his cigarette as if he'd never seen one in his life. In any other situation, Shiro would give the guy as many cigarettes as he wanted, but this time, the albino was smoking his Apples. The fucking cigarettes were hard to come by, only being sold in small towns. People he knew had to send his way when they found them.
Oh, but all the trouble for them was so worth it. Goddamn, they were awesome. Shiro figured that if the guy asked, he might have to part with one. Who knows? Giving out less has gotten him into bed with many others.
The pale young man flicked the ash off his cigarette, almost laughing when the brunette across from him asked if he was going to some fancy party. Maybe it was the pot talking, but weren't they at a party?
"Nah, man, I've been workin' here the whole night. Finally was relieved, so I came ta talk ta ya." Shiro smirked around the cigarette between his lips. "Course, there's a private party back at my place later, if you wanna come."
Shuuhei was a bit slow on the uptake. But who wouldn’t be after sucking down all that booze and weed? The fact that he was able to make half-way (un)intelligent conversation was an accomplishment in and of itself.
And even if he hadn’t been so utterly inebriated, the laid-back Brooklyn boy might have taken the grinning albino seriously. When it came to sexual innuendo, Shuuhei was-at all times-unfortunately slow on the uptake…
“A party, huh…” Shuu said, remembering what had made the red-eyed not-a-rave-kid interesting in the first place (besides his appearance). “That DJ friend of yours gonna be there?” Now that would be cool… Go to some private party and get to meet that badass DJ. Sweet!
The tattooed brunette grinned, deciding for the second time that this guy couldn’t be all that bad. He just looked bad. Or, badass at any rate. And that was kinda cool.
Yeah, kinda…
Shiro almost burst out loud laughing. Almost. Instead, he just pinched the bridge of his nose to keep back the giggles that threatened to spill forth, and decided how to move from here. Obviously the guy was one of those types that let anything sexual go in one ear and out the other. Why, oh why, did it have to be the really hot guy? Guy was fucking sex in the flesh.
Damn his luck.
So, he'd have to be pretty blunt with the guy without scaring him away? Well, it wasn't exactly a challenge.
"Well, this is a private party for two, Shuuhei. He'll be there on the stereo, if ya want." Shiro chuckled, taking a long drag on his cigarette.
The pale dude remembered to call him Shuuhei, and he still hadn’t asked for the guy’s name. Ooops.
Well, too bad the albino wasn’t throwing a real party. ‘Cause then, the shy designer might not mind hangin’ out with him. But, no… It was just, uh, Whatshisname, hinting…or, damn, not even hinting. Just…asking…or…
Basically tryin’ to get Shuu to come home with him.
The brunette swallowed hard, his mouth and throat suddenly feeling quite dry. Shuuhei snatched up his neglected beer, wrinkling his nose when he realized it had gone all warm. He took a quick swig anyway, scowling at the bitter taste and the look of amusement on Mr. White's face. “Cocky bastard…”
The albino found it amusing that the brunette seemed to look like he had forgotten something every couple of seconds. Of course, Shiro didn't know whether to attribute this fact to the pot or, perhaps, Shuu's own attitude. Not like he was exactly a walking encyclopedia of information. At any rate, the pale young man fought the urge to become direct with the smoker. Instead, he opted to tap his fingers on his thigh in thought.
"Cocky bastard I may be, but I have very good reasons to be one. 'Course ya can't find those out until ya see me with my clothes off." The albino smiled suggestively at the scarred brunette, taking a quick drag off his coveted cigarette. He twirled it between two long fingers, just like he'd seen Shuuhei do before, and slowly exhaled a cloud of gray smoke. "But, can ya blame me? I'm only a cocky bastard to people I find very fuckable." Shiro leaned on his palm, balancing himself on the elbow he had placed on the cocktail table next to him.
"Thinkin' back on it, I haven't been this way in a loooong time."
Shuu's eyebrows nearly hit his spiky hairline.
Uh… Did he actually say "cocky bastard" out loud? Shit. He’d meant to just think it. Well, no takin’ it back now. Not like it wasn’t the damn truth, anyway. The pale dude was a cocky bastard. He'd said so himself. Course, the guy had made a point to emphasize the word "cocky." Practically daring Shuu to call his damn bluff.
Well, just because this wasn’t one of the Brooklynite's better nights didn’t mean he was desperate. Far from it, bitchez. Sure, he’d sucker punched himself over that knockout bartender babe, only to get grasped, groped, dragged around, and then referred to as somethin' along the lines of “man meat” by his frickin’ boss of all people. Not cool.
But not like Shuu actually gave a fuck about all that. Shit happened. Whatever. Just like it didn’t bother him in the least that his best bud could be seen hangin’ all over his big stuffy, stiffie-whatever-pretty boy boyfriend. Big ol’ Red Queen, smilin’ that Chesire Cat grin… Have a nice time in Wonderland, Renji. Meanwhile, Shuu'd be off to the side, doin' his own thing; maybe the hittin' the hookah with Mr. Fuckin' Caterpillar.
Nahh, that was the booze talkin’. Shuu was loyal to a fault. He didn’t mean any of that for even one second. He was happy for Renji, really. So the guy was guaranteed to get laid tonight. Good for him. Yeah... And, hey...there went Izuru... Dark eyes widened in surprise at the sight of his blond drinkin’ buddy stumbling out the door with the freakin' fashion police. Oook. Well, hope yer wearing nice underwear, ‘Zu…
Eh. So his friends were gonna get some. So what? Not like the laid-back brunette really gave a shit about going home alone. Shuu’ed never been the type to just...do the damn thing. Took a lot for him to wanna get, ya know, freaky with someone. Which meant he wasn’t gonna give it up or go home with just anyone.
Least of all with some cocky, red eyed freak who was all kinds of down with Shuu’s favorite fuckin’ DJ, but refused to step foot on the dance floor. Damn shame.
Wait.
That's right. The albino didn't dance. But Shuuhei did; very well. Just ask Isshin, or, better yet, Ichigo muthafuckin' Kurosaki.
So. Yeah. Shuuhei wasn't nearly as quick, or blunt, or snappy as the badass albino. No matter. Shuu might be a bit socially awkward, and shy, but he was still cool enough--and still man enough--to play the damn game. Especially now, when he had nothin' better to do, and nothing to lose.
The cocky bastard wanted to get down with the nice boy from Brooklyn? First, he'd have to get down for real... Which was highly unlikely, considering how vehement the dude had been about dance parties.
The ex-graffiti king shifted his stance and cocked his head, jet black eyes fixing bright red with a deadpan (still-stoned) glare. "Bet you throw one helluva party," Shuu drawled, lips twisting unconsciously into a sexy little smirk. "Got yer tunes lined up and everything, huh? Too bad I'm in the mood to dance..."
The brunette punctuated this last bit with a lazy shrug, almond-shaped eyes half-trailing over the albino's form before looking out at the thinning crowd.
So, stoner boy was finally stepping up the plate, huh? Too bad there was no way in hell Shuu could ever hope to tongue-tie the albino. Sure, he couldn't lie about his dancing ability, seeing as he had none. He was man enough to admit that, but he was quite proficient in one particular dance that made a lot of people swoon. A predatory gleam reflected in his eyes, placing the ignored cigarette between his lips again. The smoke curled and drifted past his ghostly features, dispersing into the air rather quickly.
The brunette had no idea what he'd just gotten himself into. Give Shirosaki an inch, and he'd take a mile.
Shiro locked eyes with the scarred club-goer as dark eyes finished roving over his body, smirking wide as the jet black orbs turned to the crowd beyond.
"You're in the mood, huh? Well, Shuu, I know this one really wicked dance routine that I'd love to show ya back at my place." Shiro smirked, pausing to go in for the kill. "I've got moves that'll sweep ya right off 'ur feet."
Oh ho ho~
The cool brunette couldn't help the sly grin that spread across his face. So, the "cocky bastard" had called his bluff, huh? Hot damn.
Wicked dance routine? How fitting. Even in that sharp black suit, Mr. White looked downright demonic. Shock a' white hair next to moonlit skin. Dirty mind. Insolent tongue. Evil, high-pitched cackle. Can't forget the devilish grin... Or the primal hunger in those eerie red eyes. Fuck. Everything about the albino was wicked. And, kinda sexy...
Sure, the pale devil came on really strong, but...it wasn't like the quiet designer got that kind of attention every day. For an introvert like Shuuhei, there were all kinds of advantages to being the mysterious loner-type. 'Course there were plenty of times (like tonight) when loner actually meant lonely. A sober Shuu would've most likely split after being referred to as "very fuckable." But to a drunk, high, and admittedly horny Shuu, the pale man's suggestive words and aggressive style were just the perfect pick-me-up for his otherwise sagging ego. No one had ever looked--hell, stared--at the scarred designer the way this guy did. It felt really nice to be wanted...desired.
Plus, the dude had just called him "Shuu," like they were already friends or somethin'. Or somethin'...
Nothin' to fuckin' lose, right?
This time, it was the dark, bloodshot eyes that sought contact with the bright, burning red. Shuuhei met and held the pale man's piercing gaze, even as thick swirls of gray smoke danced between them, dissipating just as they fully unfurled. His sly grin twisted into a mischievous smirk as one wiry arm whipped forward, snatching the coveted cigarette from the man's mouth in a reprisal of their first encounter. Shuu quickly lodged the precious tobacco between his own lips and sucked hard.
"You know what?" he said, pausing to blow two perfect circles of smoke in the other man's direction, "You're on."
Characters: Shiro (
gogodgene), Shuu (
gogochan)
Timeline: September 1, 2007
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The devil comes out to play. Shuuhei is enticed, with a little help.
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GODDAMN.
If there was ever a time Shirosaki wished he was an inanimate object, this would probably be it.
Shiro had known Shuuhei would be in tonight; he had seen the guest list. Of course, he was proven that his eyes were in working order when the bombshell had actually walked in the doors with his buff (and probably brain-dead) counterpart. The albino tried not to let his spite for the red-haired menace get in the way of ogling the hot brunette. He had cast glances whenever he could, effectively keeping him from hurting something out of boredom. Then he was, for some reason, blessed enough to catch the sexy club-goer sucking on a lollipop like there was a fucking prize at the end of it. The pale bouncer had to force himself to close his dropped jaw, unless he wanted to start drooling everywhere. His eyes never left the guy, even as a small fight broke out over in the corner of the club. Thankfully, it subsided before he had to step in.
Which was great, because if he had to deal with any fuckheads now, he would just immediately bounce their asses straight out the door.
The albino waited impatiently for the drunk man across from Shuuhei to fucking leave. All he wanted to do was go over there, talk, flirt, and hopefully fuck the guy by the end of the night. It had taken all his willpower to not imagine it was his cock that the brunette was sucking on with such tenacity. He really didn't need a boner while he was on the job... But thinking about it was making the all the blood in his brain travel south.
Just as Shiro was about to take matters into his own hands (and tell that drunk fucker to get the fuck away from his prey), the man left. The albino lit up a cigarette in victory, immediately walking over to where the brunette was alone.
And just ripe for the taking.
The pale young man smirked wide, slinking over to the dark-haired club-goer and casually resting an arm on the nearest cocktail table.
"Hey, sexy, long time no see."
CRUNCH. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Crunch.
Oooh. He’d bitten into the lolli. Bitten it, chewed it, swallowed it. And now it was gone. And so was Jyuushirou. Dammit. So much for his candy fix. Well, he could chew on the white paper stick for a little while…except that it was gross. Oh well.
Now, the remnants of that Chupa Chup were starting to taste really sweet. Too sweet. Cloyingly sweet. What he really, really wanted (fuck wanted, needed) was a smoke.
Dammit.
But, wait… Was that…?
Shuuhei smelled the burning tobacco and whipped around in the direction of the tantalizing scent, eyes going wide at the sight of the pale bouncer and his signature smirk. The quiet designer dropped the half-gnawed lollipop stick without noticing it fall.
Whoa… That guy. How freaky…
“You again,” Shuu ground out, for lack of anything better to say.
"Me again," Shiro repeated, with a sly grin. The albino considered this a considerably good stroke of luck. After not exchanging numbers or anything from the first time they met, the pale young man had almost expected never to see the brunette again. Fate had reserved him a second chance to get this guy in bed with him.
Fuckin' sweet.
Shiro surveyed the man once again, but it wasn't as if he had forgotten a single detail. There were people you could meet, think they were good looking, but then not remember them the next day. Then there was Shuuhei. The pale bouncer didn't know what it was that was so attractive about the guy.
Well, besides everything.
Of course, hotness aside, there was something about the sexy brunette that seemed off... Oh. Dude was fucking stoned out of his mind. Shiro had an eye for that, especially after living around people whose pastime included doing copious amounts of drugs just to see if they were alive afterwards. He also had a good nose for pot, too. The albino thought he had caught a whiff of the stench on Shuu, but then again, it was all over the club. Just looking into the dark-haired man's eyes was enough to prove that, yes, he had indeed smoked up a good amount of weed this evening.
Not that Shiro was really complaining; this could work in his favor.
"So, saw ya come in tonight with that redheaded friend 'a 'urs. He here for you or somebody else?" For the buff dude's sake, Shiro hoped he was here for anybody but Shuuhei.
Saw him come in? Huh. That was, like, ages ago. And it had taken…wait, what was the guy’s name? Oh, that’s right. He’d never gotten the albino’s name. Hadn’t even thought to ask…
Whatever. So, it had taken Whateverhisnameis…Mr. White-yeah, that’ll work-all this time to come over and say, “what’s up?” Huh. Shuu didn’t know whether to feel relieved or insulted.
While trying to figure out that particular conundrum, he ended up staring with undisguised longing at the strange man’s cigarette. Lucky… Well the cigarette wasn’t actually a Lucky. The guy was lucky. Or maybe he was just ballsy for lightin’ up when it was illegal.
Damn. A cigarette would be nice right about now.
The scarred brunette started to feel around for his own smokes, and then realized Mr. White seemed to be waiting for something. An answer? Yeeeah. He’d asked somethin’…somethin’ about…uh… Shit. Oh! About when he came in…with the redhead... Renji?
Ooooh.
“The redhead? That’d be Renji, I guess. He was here with me, but not necessarily for me,” Shuu said with shrug and a crooked half-smirk.
Wait. What the fuck was he doin’? Almost sounded like he was trying be coy, or make Mr. White here jealous. No no. Definitely not tryin’ to play like that or make the dude jealous.
Even if it had taken him all this time just to fuckin’ say hello.
Shuuhei wiped the smirk off his face and stood a little straighter. He should probably ask the guy’s name, right? Or ask somethin’ like whether he was here for business or pleasure? Uh, no need to go there. Even a dazed and confused Shuu knew better than to say the word "pleasure" around the flirty albino. Just askin' his was probably more than enough.
The cool brunette gave the white-haired man an once-over out of the corner of his eye, noticing for the first time that he was dressed a good bit better than the average party-goer. Jacket…tie…dress shirt…the works. How ‘bout that?
“You’re all dressed up,” Shuuhei said, forgetting once again to ask the man his name in favor of stating the obvious. The designer quirked his non-scarred eyebrow. “You got some fancy party to go to?”
Wow, talk about slow on the uptake, but Shiro had grown to know that patience around a stoner was as good a virtue as any. Some of his best friends from the gang had been stoners, and most times, their conversations ended up taking hours to finish. Shiro considered himself lucky that Shuuhei seemed to know what he was talking about. It was hard to get information out of someone who had just smoked up, since they seemed to deviate from one topic to another randomly. The albino bouncer also considered himself lucky the beefcake redhead wasn't double-timing with Shuu.
Guy had already taken one of his sexual interests...
The pale bodyguard tried to focus on something other than that damn tattooed freak and happened to notice how Shuu was staring at his cigarette as if he'd never seen one in his life. In any other situation, Shiro would give the guy as many cigarettes as he wanted, but this time, the albino was smoking his Apples. The fucking cigarettes were hard to come by, only being sold in small towns. People he knew had to send his way when they found them.
Oh, but all the trouble for them was so worth it. Goddamn, they were awesome. Shiro figured that if the guy asked, he might have to part with one. Who knows? Giving out less has gotten him into bed with many others.
The pale young man flicked the ash off his cigarette, almost laughing when the brunette across from him asked if he was going to some fancy party. Maybe it was the pot talking, but weren't they at a party?
"Nah, man, I've been workin' here the whole night. Finally was relieved, so I came ta talk ta ya." Shiro smirked around the cigarette between his lips. "Course, there's a private party back at my place later, if you wanna come."
Shuuhei was a bit slow on the uptake. But who wouldn’t be after sucking down all that booze and weed? The fact that he was able to make half-way (un)intelligent conversation was an accomplishment in and of itself.
And even if he hadn’t been so utterly inebriated, the laid-back Brooklyn boy might have taken the grinning albino seriously. When it came to sexual innuendo, Shuuhei was-at all times-unfortunately slow on the uptake…
“A party, huh…” Shuu said, remembering what had made the red-eyed not-a-rave-kid interesting in the first place (besides his appearance). “That DJ friend of yours gonna be there?” Now that would be cool… Go to some private party and get to meet that badass DJ. Sweet!
The tattooed brunette grinned, deciding for the second time that this guy couldn’t be all that bad. He just looked bad. Or, badass at any rate. And that was kinda cool.
Yeah, kinda…
Shiro almost burst out loud laughing. Almost. Instead, he just pinched the bridge of his nose to keep back the giggles that threatened to spill forth, and decided how to move from here. Obviously the guy was one of those types that let anything sexual go in one ear and out the other. Why, oh why, did it have to be the really hot guy? Guy was fucking sex in the flesh.
Damn his luck.
So, he'd have to be pretty blunt with the guy without scaring him away? Well, it wasn't exactly a challenge.
"Well, this is a private party for two, Shuuhei. He'll be there on the stereo, if ya want." Shiro chuckled, taking a long drag on his cigarette.
The pale dude remembered to call him Shuuhei, and he still hadn’t asked for the guy’s name. Ooops.
Well, too bad the albino wasn’t throwing a real party. ‘Cause then, the shy designer might not mind hangin’ out with him. But, no… It was just, uh, Whatshisname, hinting…or, damn, not even hinting. Just…asking…or…
Basically tryin’ to get Shuu to come home with him.
The brunette swallowed hard, his mouth and throat suddenly feeling quite dry. Shuuhei snatched up his neglected beer, wrinkling his nose when he realized it had gone all warm. He took a quick swig anyway, scowling at the bitter taste and the look of amusement on Mr. White's face. “Cocky bastard…”
The albino found it amusing that the brunette seemed to look like he had forgotten something every couple of seconds. Of course, Shiro didn't know whether to attribute this fact to the pot or, perhaps, Shuu's own attitude. Not like he was exactly a walking encyclopedia of information. At any rate, the pale young man fought the urge to become direct with the smoker. Instead, he opted to tap his fingers on his thigh in thought.
"Cocky bastard I may be, but I have very good reasons to be one. 'Course ya can't find those out until ya see me with my clothes off." The albino smiled suggestively at the scarred brunette, taking a quick drag off his coveted cigarette. He twirled it between two long fingers, just like he'd seen Shuuhei do before, and slowly exhaled a cloud of gray smoke. "But, can ya blame me? I'm only a cocky bastard to people I find very fuckable." Shiro leaned on his palm, balancing himself on the elbow he had placed on the cocktail table next to him.
"Thinkin' back on it, I haven't been this way in a loooong time."
Shuu's eyebrows nearly hit his spiky hairline.
Uh… Did he actually say "cocky bastard" out loud? Shit. He’d meant to just think it. Well, no takin’ it back now. Not like it wasn’t the damn truth, anyway. The pale dude was a cocky bastard. He'd said so himself. Course, the guy had made a point to emphasize the word "cocky." Practically daring Shuu to call his damn bluff.
Well, just because this wasn’t one of the Brooklynite's better nights didn’t mean he was desperate. Far from it, bitchez. Sure, he’d sucker punched himself over that knockout bartender babe, only to get grasped, groped, dragged around, and then referred to as somethin' along the lines of “man meat” by his frickin’ boss of all people. Not cool.
But not like Shuu actually gave a fuck about all that. Shit happened. Whatever. Just like it didn’t bother him in the least that his best bud could be seen hangin’ all over his big stuffy, stiffie-whatever-pretty boy boyfriend. Big ol’ Red Queen, smilin’ that Chesire Cat grin… Have a nice time in Wonderland, Renji. Meanwhile, Shuu'd be off to the side, doin' his own thing; maybe the hittin' the hookah with Mr. Fuckin' Caterpillar.
Nahh, that was the booze talkin’. Shuu was loyal to a fault. He didn’t mean any of that for even one second. He was happy for Renji, really. So the guy was guaranteed to get laid tonight. Good for him. Yeah... And, hey...there went Izuru... Dark eyes widened in surprise at the sight of his blond drinkin’ buddy stumbling out the door with the freakin' fashion police. Oook. Well, hope yer wearing nice underwear, ‘Zu…
Eh. So his friends were gonna get some. So what? Not like the laid-back brunette really gave a shit about going home alone. Shuu’ed never been the type to just...do the damn thing. Took a lot for him to wanna get, ya know, freaky with someone. Which meant he wasn’t gonna give it up or go home with just anyone.
Least of all with some cocky, red eyed freak who was all kinds of down with Shuu’s favorite fuckin’ DJ, but refused to step foot on the dance floor. Damn shame.
Wait.
That's right. The albino didn't dance. But Shuuhei did; very well. Just ask Isshin, or, better yet, Ichigo muthafuckin' Kurosaki.
So. Yeah. Shuuhei wasn't nearly as quick, or blunt, or snappy as the badass albino. No matter. Shuu might be a bit socially awkward, and shy, but he was still cool enough--and still man enough--to play the damn game. Especially now, when he had nothin' better to do, and nothing to lose.
The cocky bastard wanted to get down with the nice boy from Brooklyn? First, he'd have to get down for real... Which was highly unlikely, considering how vehement the dude had been about dance parties.
The ex-graffiti king shifted his stance and cocked his head, jet black eyes fixing bright red with a deadpan (still-stoned) glare. "Bet you throw one helluva party," Shuu drawled, lips twisting unconsciously into a sexy little smirk. "Got yer tunes lined up and everything, huh? Too bad I'm in the mood to dance..."
The brunette punctuated this last bit with a lazy shrug, almond-shaped eyes half-trailing over the albino's form before looking out at the thinning crowd.
So, stoner boy was finally stepping up the plate, huh? Too bad there was no way in hell Shuu could ever hope to tongue-tie the albino. Sure, he couldn't lie about his dancing ability, seeing as he had none. He was man enough to admit that, but he was quite proficient in one particular dance that made a lot of people swoon. A predatory gleam reflected in his eyes, placing the ignored cigarette between his lips again. The smoke curled and drifted past his ghostly features, dispersing into the air rather quickly.
The brunette had no idea what he'd just gotten himself into. Give Shirosaki an inch, and he'd take a mile.
Shiro locked eyes with the scarred club-goer as dark eyes finished roving over his body, smirking wide as the jet black orbs turned to the crowd beyond.
"You're in the mood, huh? Well, Shuu, I know this one really wicked dance routine that I'd love to show ya back at my place." Shiro smirked, pausing to go in for the kill. "I've got moves that'll sweep ya right off 'ur feet."
Oh ho ho~
The cool brunette couldn't help the sly grin that spread across his face. So, the "cocky bastard" had called his bluff, huh? Hot damn.
Wicked dance routine? How fitting. Even in that sharp black suit, Mr. White looked downright demonic. Shock a' white hair next to moonlit skin. Dirty mind. Insolent tongue. Evil, high-pitched cackle. Can't forget the devilish grin... Or the primal hunger in those eerie red eyes. Fuck. Everything about the albino was wicked. And, kinda sexy...
Sure, the pale devil came on really strong, but...it wasn't like the quiet designer got that kind of attention every day. For an introvert like Shuuhei, there were all kinds of advantages to being the mysterious loner-type. 'Course there were plenty of times (like tonight) when loner actually meant lonely. A sober Shuu would've most likely split after being referred to as "very fuckable." But to a drunk, high, and admittedly horny Shuu, the pale man's suggestive words and aggressive style were just the perfect pick-me-up for his otherwise sagging ego. No one had ever looked--hell, stared--at the scarred designer the way this guy did. It felt really nice to be wanted...desired.
Plus, the dude had just called him "Shuu," like they were already friends or somethin'. Or somethin'...
Nothin' to fuckin' lose, right?
This time, it was the dark, bloodshot eyes that sought contact with the bright, burning red. Shuuhei met and held the pale man's piercing gaze, even as thick swirls of gray smoke danced between them, dissipating just as they fully unfurled. His sly grin twisted into a mischievous smirk as one wiry arm whipped forward, snatching the coveted cigarette from the man's mouth in a reprisal of their first encounter. Shuu quickly lodged the precious tobacco between his own lips and sucked hard.
"You know what?" he said, pausing to blow two perfect circles of smoke in the other man's direction, "You're on."