[Fic: Hockey RPS] Only the Young [1/?] Kevin Bieksa/Ryan Kesler; NC-17
So, here's the part where I try to blame pexylexy because she wrote a thing *cough hooker!AU cough* But, I really, really, don't have anyone else to blame but myself. I'm not even sure if I like this, or the direction it appears to be headed. Anyway, I needed this out of my brain, because I think it'll implode if I don't get it out.
Fair warning, this is not some fluffy, upbeat fic. It's way darker than anything I've ever imagined I could come up with, and was an absolute bitch to write.
Only the Young
Kevin Bieksa/Ryan Kesler; mention of some of the Canucks roster; Vancouver Canucks; NC-17
Drug addict/escort AU! Kevin's a high-profile businessman, who by accident, has a run-in with a drug addicted escort (Ryan).
Warnings for this part: OOC-ness, and descriptive drug use. New warnings will crop up as this moves along, which I will warn for.
Disclaimer: None of this is true. Any resemblance to existing places, and or names is entirely coincidental. No harm or offense intended. Title from the song of the same name by Brandon Flowers.
Only the Young
Chapter One
"Goddamnit, Dave, I'm not going to tell you again," Ryan snapped. "Stop looking over my shoulder! I hate it when you, not to mention other people do it."
Ryan batted David's hand away as it tried to reach for the razor blade he was holding.
"Don't even think about it," Ryan growled, as he cut the powdery white lump of coke on David's coffee table.
"Come on, Ry!" David said, making another grab for the razor. "You got to cut it last time, remember!"
Ryan smacked his hand. "Damnit, no." He watched as David finally conceded defeat, and sat back on his couch, sighing. "Besides, the last time we got a rock, it wasn't ground up fine enough, and when I snorted it, I got a chunk stuck in my nostril."
As David sat back on his couch, Ryan set about finishing off with his task. He had been looking forward to this all week. Coke, cocaine, crack, whatever it was called, he still loved it. Granted, he had tried other drugs, but nothing - nothing - was like the rush he got when the coke hit his system. The numbness, the euphoria, the haze, the rush. It was indescribable. Not even his second drug choice - speed - matched up.
When Ryan was satisfied with the two powdery white lines he had made, he licked his lips in anticipation. God, he could almost taste it. He threw the razor on the table, and looked back over his shoulder to David.
"'Hey, Dave," he started, smacking his friends leg as he did so, "you pick first. I don't want you thinking I gypped you."
David slid off the couch and approached the table, eyeing the two white lines in front of him. Ryan rolled his eyes and dug around in his jacket pocket. He pulled out a white paper wrapped straw. He smacked David's shoulder. "Would you hurry the fuck up, already?" Ryan ripped the paper off the straw, before he used the razor to slice it in half.
David finally settled on the line closest to him, and Ryan handed him his half of the straw, dark eyes twinkling.
"A straw?" David asked, blonde eyebrow half-raised. "Don't you have any money?"
Ryan looked at David like he'd grown three heads. "Obviously you have a lot to learn about snorting coke with me, since you know shit." He watched as David rolled the straw between his thumb and forefinger before he continued. "I'm flat broke, which is why we're not using bills. And, the coke sticks to cracks in the bills when you snort. Trust me. The straw is much better."
David eyed the straw, a look of hesitation still in his eyes.
"Look, either use the damn straw, or I'm snorting your line as well."
Seeing no other way around this, David licked his lips, before he shoved part of the straw into his nose and inhaled. His line was gone in one inhalation. David pulled the straw out of his nose, fingers pressed to his left nostril as he sniffed loudly. His eyes were blinking rapidly, and he made a face that was half-grimace, half-euphoric.
Ryan grabbed David's chin, and forced his head up, as he stared up David's nose. "Sometimes the nose hair's hide any residual coke," he explained. He gripped the bridge of David's nose with his thumb and forefinger. "I'm going to push up with my fingers. When I do, inhale. Hard." When Ryan pushed, David sniffed, and Ryan watched in satisfaction as David's body responded instantly.
"Aw, fuck, man. That's awesome. Shit." David leaned back against the couch as he let the coke flood his system.
Ryan grabbed one of David's fingers, and instructed David to lick his finger, before he brought David's finger to the line he'd just finished snorting. Any remaining particles stuck to David's finger, and Ryan brought this finger back up to David's mouth. "Open," he ordered. David did as instructed, and Ryan stuck his coke-covered finger into his mouth, and ran it over his tongue and gum-line. Ryan smirked as David groaned in satisfaction. "Aren't you glad you're doing this with me?"
"Fuck," David muttered.
"Looks like you've got a thing or two to learn when doing coke with me," Ryan noted, before he turned his attention to his own line.
Ryan leaned over his line, pushing his finger against his right nostril, and stuck one end of the straw into his left nostril. He sniffed hard, and his body jerked as the coke hit his system. He inhaled sharply after he finished his line, and pushed on the bridge of his nose as he sniffed again. He ran a finger along the line he had just snorted, before he ran his finger along his tongue. He blinked and bit his bottom lip. "That was fucking awesome."
"No shit," David replied.
Ryan sat next to him on the floor, eyes trained on the open window, as he listened to the street sounds filter into the apartment.
-»«-
The ballroom was abuzz as he wrapped up his speech. The floodlights were bright, and hot. The liquor was flowing freely, the small appetizers were making their rounds, the lights were dim, and raucous applause surrounded Kevin Bieksa, as he stepped down from the podium. He smiled as his business partner, Katie, hugged him.
"Fabulous job!" she gushed, as she helped steer him through the crowd.
Kevin smiled, as he followed her, shaking all the different executives hands - including the CEO - as he went. "Thanks, Katie. I couldn't have done it without you."
Katie smirked over her shoulder at him. "You couldn't do anything without me," she teased.
"True," Kevin said, as he draped an arm around her shoulder, "very true."
She poked him in the ribs. "So, what do you plan on doing with your shares?"
Kevin watched as the pool of executives around him mingled, and talked about the other mergers and acquisitions they had in the pipeline. He took it all in. Katie was excited they had just closed on this deal. But, really, it was a pretty small one in comparison to the other rather large coup they had last month. But, he wasn't about to burst Katie's bubble, so he shrugged.
"I think I need to replace the flooring in my place."
She smiled at him. "Ooh, let me guess," she said, before taking two flutes of champagne from a sterling silver tray as it passed them by. "Hardwood?"
He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I was thinking carpeting for part of it too. Maybe marble for the kitchen? And, come to think of it, I think the kitchen counter needs to be replaced. Granite?" Kevin placed his hand on the small of Katie's back as she made her way to a table. "What about you? I'm sure there are a pair of Louboutin's at Holt's with your name on them."
"Ah, Kev, you know me too well." Katie laughed, and clinked her glass to his, before she took a sip. Kevin followed her lead, hiding back his grimace as the bubbly liquid hit his throat. He wasn't big on cheap champagne, preferring a fine, Italian prosecco any day, but he didn't want to hurt Katie's feelings seeing as how it was her favourite brand they were serving.
Kevin schmoozed a bit more with the other men in suits, talked about his Investment portfolio with his Investment Advisor before he politely excused himself. He set his still half-full glass of champagne on a nearby tray, kissed Katie on the cheek, whispering he was just stepping out for some air, before he took off for the exit.
-»«-
Ryan loitered around the entrance to the hotel, watching as the rain continued to pour down around him. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder as he stared at the regal looking lobby through the glass hotel doors.
He had left David's, seeing as how his girlfriend was coming over. She didn't know about his drug habit, so Ryan made it a habit not to be there when he knew she was coming over. He couldn't say that he blamed her though. His experience with people when they found out about his drug habit was never a pleasant one.
He learned very early on that in order to stay ahead of everyone was by any means possible. Ryan was not exactly proud of what he'd had to do before. The amount of people he had screwed over … well, he lost count. He hadn't always been like this, but it had all gone to hell the first time he tried drugs.
The buzz he had from the cocaine was wearing off by now, which always made him feel pretty crappy. That was the one problem when he snorted. The high was fucking amazing when it entered his bloodstream, but when it wore off, it fucking sucked. Thankfully, he did not have any clients until tomorrow night.
Ryan looked up as he felt a warm breeze tickle his cheek from the automatic doors being triggered by the man walking out of them. He had immaculately styled dark hair, ice blue eyes, and he was dressed in a three-piece suit Ryan knew had to be custom tailored for him.
The man looked up at the rain, before his eyes flitted to Ryan. Ryan felt his cheeks flame, and he fumbled around in his pocket, before he located his pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out, and opened the little pack of matches he had. It was then he realized the majority of them had gotten damp from the rain. He swore under his breath, before he turned his attention to the man who had just exited the hotel.
"Um," he began, "you don't have a light, do you?"
He turned his jaw-dropping blue eyes to Ryan, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "That habit'll kill you, you know?"
Ryan rolled his eyes, and waved his unlit cigarette around. "Fine. Whatever. Forget it." He went back to yanking a match off and trying to get it to spark. After a couple failed attempts and a muttered 'fuck it', Ryan threw the matches away.
He heard a flick, and saw a small flame in front of his face soon after. He looked up, and saw the man holding the light out to him, cupping his hand to help keep the wind away from it. Ryan took a drag after the end began smouldering.
"Thanks," he said, blowing out the blue-tinged smoke. He stepped away from the entrance and sauntered to a corner away from the automatic sliding doors, and took another drag.
Ryan leaned his head against the wall, and shut his eyes briefly. When he opened them, he saw the man standing next to him, staring straight ahead. "Can I ask you somethin'?"
The man shrugged.
"If you don't smoke, why carry around a lighter?"
A small chuckle hit Ryan's ears. "It's a conversation piece."
Ryan rolled his eyes dramatically, and took another quick drag. "Does the it'll kill you speech go along with it?"
"Sometimes. Don't always get asked for a light, though." The man started to laugh.
"Something funny?" Ryan asked, in between puffs.
"My original plan was to come out here for some fresh air."
Ryan chuckled, before he took one last drag, and flicked the butt away. "Cute. Real cute." He sighed loudly and stretched. "So, you visiting the city?"
The man shook his head. "Nope. Just here for a celebration party. I'm not a big crowd, big party type of person though. Never really was."
"Which explains why you're outside instead of inside."
Kevin nodded.
"What was the party for?"
"Just closed on a pretty large deal. Nothing glamourous."
He looked over as the hotel door opened again. A pretty brunette stood there, before she made her way over to them.
"There you are, Kevin," she said, "the party's almost over. You going to come back in, or do I have to run interference?"
Kevin shook his head. "I'm done, Katie. See you on Monday."
The woman named Katie smiled, and leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, before she turned and headed back inside. Kevin turned, and smiled sheepishly at Ryan. "Sorry 'bout that."
Ryan blinked, before he clapped a hand to his mouth. "You have got to be shitting me!" he exclaimed.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You're Kevin Bieksa! The CFO of one of the largest professional service firms in the province!"
Kevin shrugged nonchalantly. "That'd be me." He held out his hand then. "So, since you know who I am, do I at least get your name?"
"Ryan. Ryan Kesler." Ryan took his proffered hand.
"Nice to meet you."
Kevin pulled out his Blackberry then, and dialled a number. Ryan stood there awkwardly shifting his weight, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt, and re-adjusting his bag's shoulder strap. He had no idea what time it was, but he desperately wanted to find a shower, and maybe get his clothes cleaned.
Ryan watched as a limousine pulled up to the curb, and the driver got out to hold the door open. Kevin approached it, before he turned back to look at Ryan. "Can I give you a lift somewhere?"
Ryan bit his bottom lip, and glanced around. The rain still hadn't let up, and he had a feeling the buses had stopped running by now. He shook his head. "Nah. I'm not really sure where I'm headed anyway," he lied.
He thought about Andrea's place. It wasn't that far from here. Maybe she was feeling generous and would let him crash at her place for the night. Then again, she thought he had kicked the drugs, and he was not exactly relishing her finding the line of coke he had on him.
Kevin looked at him, eyes pensive, and sympathetic.
Bingo, Ryan thought. He knew that look well. He was a master at feigning innocence, and playing up the sympathy card. Now, he just had to see if Kevin was willing to follow through.
"Don't be silly, Ryan. It's pissing down rain, and it's way too late for you to wander around."
Ryan heard as the driver asked Kevin something. Kevin told the driver to hang on a minute, before he looked back to Ryan. "Look, just come to my place for the night. You can leave in the morning. The rain will've stopped by then."
Ryan resisted the urge to say yes right away, so he chewed on his bottom lip like he was contemplating Kevin's offer. To add that one last cherry on the top, he let his eyes scan the ground, before he slowly raised them to Kevin's. "I won't be in the way?" he asked.
Kevin smiled. "Of course not. Now, get in."
Ryan grinned and climbed in, setting his bag on the floor of the limo. He resisted the urge to fawn all over the buttery soft leather seats. His night was definitely looking up.
Notes:
- The store Kevin is referring to when he teases Katie about her shoes is Holt Renfrew, which is a Canadian high-end department store chain.
Part two is: here
Fair warning, this is not some fluffy, upbeat fic. It's way darker than anything I've ever imagined I could come up with, and was an absolute bitch to write.
Only the Young
Kevin Bieksa/Ryan Kesler; mention of some of the Canucks roster; Vancouver Canucks; NC-17
Drug addict/escort AU! Kevin's a high-profile businessman, who by accident, has a run-in with a drug addicted escort (Ryan).
Warnings for this part: OOC-ness, and descriptive drug use. New warnings will crop up as this moves along, which I will warn for.
Disclaimer: None of this is true. Any resemblance to existing places, and or names is entirely coincidental. No harm or offense intended. Title from the song of the same name by Brandon Flowers.
Only the Young
Chapter One
"Goddamnit, Dave, I'm not going to tell you again," Ryan snapped. "Stop looking over my shoulder! I hate it when you, not to mention other people do it."
Ryan batted David's hand away as it tried to reach for the razor blade he was holding.
"Don't even think about it," Ryan growled, as he cut the powdery white lump of coke on David's coffee table.
"Come on, Ry!" David said, making another grab for the razor. "You got to cut it last time, remember!"
Ryan smacked his hand. "Damnit, no." He watched as David finally conceded defeat, and sat back on his couch, sighing. "Besides, the last time we got a rock, it wasn't ground up fine enough, and when I snorted it, I got a chunk stuck in my nostril."
As David sat back on his couch, Ryan set about finishing off with his task. He had been looking forward to this all week. Coke, cocaine, crack, whatever it was called, he still loved it. Granted, he had tried other drugs, but nothing - nothing - was like the rush he got when the coke hit his system. The numbness, the euphoria, the haze, the rush. It was indescribable. Not even his second drug choice - speed - matched up.
When Ryan was satisfied with the two powdery white lines he had made, he licked his lips in anticipation. God, he could almost taste it. He threw the razor on the table, and looked back over his shoulder to David.
"'Hey, Dave," he started, smacking his friends leg as he did so, "you pick first. I don't want you thinking I gypped you."
David slid off the couch and approached the table, eyeing the two white lines in front of him. Ryan rolled his eyes and dug around in his jacket pocket. He pulled out a white paper wrapped straw. He smacked David's shoulder. "Would you hurry the fuck up, already?" Ryan ripped the paper off the straw, before he used the razor to slice it in half.
David finally settled on the line closest to him, and Ryan handed him his half of the straw, dark eyes twinkling.
"A straw?" David asked, blonde eyebrow half-raised. "Don't you have any money?"
Ryan looked at David like he'd grown three heads. "Obviously you have a lot to learn about snorting coke with me, since you know shit." He watched as David rolled the straw between his thumb and forefinger before he continued. "I'm flat broke, which is why we're not using bills. And, the coke sticks to cracks in the bills when you snort. Trust me. The straw is much better."
David eyed the straw, a look of hesitation still in his eyes.
"Look, either use the damn straw, or I'm snorting your line as well."
Seeing no other way around this, David licked his lips, before he shoved part of the straw into his nose and inhaled. His line was gone in one inhalation. David pulled the straw out of his nose, fingers pressed to his left nostril as he sniffed loudly. His eyes were blinking rapidly, and he made a face that was half-grimace, half-euphoric.
Ryan grabbed David's chin, and forced his head up, as he stared up David's nose. "Sometimes the nose hair's hide any residual coke," he explained. He gripped the bridge of David's nose with his thumb and forefinger. "I'm going to push up with my fingers. When I do, inhale. Hard." When Ryan pushed, David sniffed, and Ryan watched in satisfaction as David's body responded instantly.
"Aw, fuck, man. That's awesome. Shit." David leaned back against the couch as he let the coke flood his system.
Ryan grabbed one of David's fingers, and instructed David to lick his finger, before he brought David's finger to the line he'd just finished snorting. Any remaining particles stuck to David's finger, and Ryan brought this finger back up to David's mouth. "Open," he ordered. David did as instructed, and Ryan stuck his coke-covered finger into his mouth, and ran it over his tongue and gum-line. Ryan smirked as David groaned in satisfaction. "Aren't you glad you're doing this with me?"
"Fuck," David muttered.
"Looks like you've got a thing or two to learn when doing coke with me," Ryan noted, before he turned his attention to his own line.
Ryan leaned over his line, pushing his finger against his right nostril, and stuck one end of the straw into his left nostril. He sniffed hard, and his body jerked as the coke hit his system. He inhaled sharply after he finished his line, and pushed on the bridge of his nose as he sniffed again. He ran a finger along the line he had just snorted, before he ran his finger along his tongue. He blinked and bit his bottom lip. "That was fucking awesome."
"No shit," David replied.
Ryan sat next to him on the floor, eyes trained on the open window, as he listened to the street sounds filter into the apartment.
-»«-
The ballroom was abuzz as he wrapped up his speech. The floodlights were bright, and hot. The liquor was flowing freely, the small appetizers were making their rounds, the lights were dim, and raucous applause surrounded Kevin Bieksa, as he stepped down from the podium. He smiled as his business partner, Katie, hugged him.
"Fabulous job!" she gushed, as she helped steer him through the crowd.
Kevin smiled, as he followed her, shaking all the different executives hands - including the CEO - as he went. "Thanks, Katie. I couldn't have done it without you."
Katie smirked over her shoulder at him. "You couldn't do anything without me," she teased.
"True," Kevin said, as he draped an arm around her shoulder, "very true."
She poked him in the ribs. "So, what do you plan on doing with your shares?"
Kevin watched as the pool of executives around him mingled, and talked about the other mergers and acquisitions they had in the pipeline. He took it all in. Katie was excited they had just closed on this deal. But, really, it was a pretty small one in comparison to the other rather large coup they had last month. But, he wasn't about to burst Katie's bubble, so he shrugged.
"I think I need to replace the flooring in my place."
She smiled at him. "Ooh, let me guess," she said, before taking two flutes of champagne from a sterling silver tray as it passed them by. "Hardwood?"
He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I was thinking carpeting for part of it too. Maybe marble for the kitchen? And, come to think of it, I think the kitchen counter needs to be replaced. Granite?" Kevin placed his hand on the small of Katie's back as she made her way to a table. "What about you? I'm sure there are a pair of Louboutin's at Holt's with your name on them."
"Ah, Kev, you know me too well." Katie laughed, and clinked her glass to his, before she took a sip. Kevin followed her lead, hiding back his grimace as the bubbly liquid hit his throat. He wasn't big on cheap champagne, preferring a fine, Italian prosecco any day, but he didn't want to hurt Katie's feelings seeing as how it was her favourite brand they were serving.
Kevin schmoozed a bit more with the other men in suits, talked about his Investment portfolio with his Investment Advisor before he politely excused himself. He set his still half-full glass of champagne on a nearby tray, kissed Katie on the cheek, whispering he was just stepping out for some air, before he took off for the exit.
-»«-
Ryan loitered around the entrance to the hotel, watching as the rain continued to pour down around him. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder as he stared at the regal looking lobby through the glass hotel doors.
He had left David's, seeing as how his girlfriend was coming over. She didn't know about his drug habit, so Ryan made it a habit not to be there when he knew she was coming over. He couldn't say that he blamed her though. His experience with people when they found out about his drug habit was never a pleasant one.
He learned very early on that in order to stay ahead of everyone was by any means possible. Ryan was not exactly proud of what he'd had to do before. The amount of people he had screwed over … well, he lost count. He hadn't always been like this, but it had all gone to hell the first time he tried drugs.
The buzz he had from the cocaine was wearing off by now, which always made him feel pretty crappy. That was the one problem when he snorted. The high was fucking amazing when it entered his bloodstream, but when it wore off, it fucking sucked. Thankfully, he did not have any clients until tomorrow night.
Ryan looked up as he felt a warm breeze tickle his cheek from the automatic doors being triggered by the man walking out of them. He had immaculately styled dark hair, ice blue eyes, and he was dressed in a three-piece suit Ryan knew had to be custom tailored for him.
The man looked up at the rain, before his eyes flitted to Ryan. Ryan felt his cheeks flame, and he fumbled around in his pocket, before he located his pack of cigarettes. He pulled one out, and opened the little pack of matches he had. It was then he realized the majority of them had gotten damp from the rain. He swore under his breath, before he turned his attention to the man who had just exited the hotel.
"Um," he began, "you don't have a light, do you?"
He turned his jaw-dropping blue eyes to Ryan, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "That habit'll kill you, you know?"
Ryan rolled his eyes, and waved his unlit cigarette around. "Fine. Whatever. Forget it." He went back to yanking a match off and trying to get it to spark. After a couple failed attempts and a muttered 'fuck it', Ryan threw the matches away.
He heard a flick, and saw a small flame in front of his face soon after. He looked up, and saw the man holding the light out to him, cupping his hand to help keep the wind away from it. Ryan took a drag after the end began smouldering.
"Thanks," he said, blowing out the blue-tinged smoke. He stepped away from the entrance and sauntered to a corner away from the automatic sliding doors, and took another drag.
Ryan leaned his head against the wall, and shut his eyes briefly. When he opened them, he saw the man standing next to him, staring straight ahead. "Can I ask you somethin'?"
The man shrugged.
"If you don't smoke, why carry around a lighter?"
A small chuckle hit Ryan's ears. "It's a conversation piece."
Ryan rolled his eyes dramatically, and took another quick drag. "Does the it'll kill you speech go along with it?"
"Sometimes. Don't always get asked for a light, though." The man started to laugh.
"Something funny?" Ryan asked, in between puffs.
"My original plan was to come out here for some fresh air."
Ryan chuckled, before he took one last drag, and flicked the butt away. "Cute. Real cute." He sighed loudly and stretched. "So, you visiting the city?"
The man shook his head. "Nope. Just here for a celebration party. I'm not a big crowd, big party type of person though. Never really was."
"Which explains why you're outside instead of inside."
Kevin nodded.
"What was the party for?"
"Just closed on a pretty large deal. Nothing glamourous."
He looked over as the hotel door opened again. A pretty brunette stood there, before she made her way over to them.
"There you are, Kevin," she said, "the party's almost over. You going to come back in, or do I have to run interference?"
Kevin shook his head. "I'm done, Katie. See you on Monday."
The woman named Katie smiled, and leaned up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek, before she turned and headed back inside. Kevin turned, and smiled sheepishly at Ryan. "Sorry 'bout that."
Ryan blinked, before he clapped a hand to his mouth. "You have got to be shitting me!" he exclaimed.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You're Kevin Bieksa! The CFO of one of the largest professional service firms in the province!"
Kevin shrugged nonchalantly. "That'd be me." He held out his hand then. "So, since you know who I am, do I at least get your name?"
"Ryan. Ryan Kesler." Ryan took his proffered hand.
"Nice to meet you."
Kevin pulled out his Blackberry then, and dialled a number. Ryan stood there awkwardly shifting his weight, tugging at the sleeve of his shirt, and re-adjusting his bag's shoulder strap. He had no idea what time it was, but he desperately wanted to find a shower, and maybe get his clothes cleaned.
Ryan watched as a limousine pulled up to the curb, and the driver got out to hold the door open. Kevin approached it, before he turned back to look at Ryan. "Can I give you a lift somewhere?"
Ryan bit his bottom lip, and glanced around. The rain still hadn't let up, and he had a feeling the buses had stopped running by now. He shook his head. "Nah. I'm not really sure where I'm headed anyway," he lied.
He thought about Andrea's place. It wasn't that far from here. Maybe she was feeling generous and would let him crash at her place for the night. Then again, she thought he had kicked the drugs, and he was not exactly relishing her finding the line of coke he had on him.
Kevin looked at him, eyes pensive, and sympathetic.
Bingo, Ryan thought. He knew that look well. He was a master at feigning innocence, and playing up the sympathy card. Now, he just had to see if Kevin was willing to follow through.
"Don't be silly, Ryan. It's pissing down rain, and it's way too late for you to wander around."
Ryan heard as the driver asked Kevin something. Kevin told the driver to hang on a minute, before he looked back to Ryan. "Look, just come to my place for the night. You can leave in the morning. The rain will've stopped by then."
Ryan resisted the urge to say yes right away, so he chewed on his bottom lip like he was contemplating Kevin's offer. To add that one last cherry on the top, he let his eyes scan the ground, before he slowly raised them to Kevin's. "I won't be in the way?" he asked.
Kevin smiled. "Of course not. Now, get in."
Ryan grinned and climbed in, setting his bag on the floor of the limo. He resisted the urge to fawn all over the buttery soft leather seats. His night was definitely looking up.
Notes:
- The store Kevin is referring to when he teases Katie about her shoes is Holt Renfrew, which is a Canadian high-end department store chain.
Part two is: here