It wasn't often that Devon's attention moved to someone he didn't quite know. He wasn't one to ogle or stare in that way. But he found the man who wasn't quite dressed to the nines intriguing - and yes, attractive.
Part of him recognized Will but he couldn't pinpoint from where.
"Hey," he said, walking up to his side. "Do you work at SI?"
Who was this little peon talking to him? He had never seen the guy befoer and had no clue who he was. Although he did mention SI....though everyone else mentioned SI too.
"No," he responded, switching his empty glass for a new one. "I don't work for Starky." A pause. " I do have joint custody of his jet though. Does that count?"
"I am a boss. Absolutely am . You haven't met me because I've been on secret playboy training. Something only CEOs get to go on." He tossed him a lazy grin. "When you're done being a lowly peon, you'll maybe get to experience it. Maybe. It involves models and Greek islands."
"Well, it sounds hypothetically amazing," Devon replied dryly. "This peon is also writing up the review for this extravagant event. But, then again, you're attractive so perhaps I warrant peon status." Taking a moment, he faked consideration before continuing. "No, no, I don't think I do...but feel free to peon me this and peon me that. It's not at all condescending."
"No, condescending would be calling you servant boy or something or snapping my fingers."
But he was a nice guy. Sorta. "I'm just fucking with you. Peps is my best friend, so I'm here mooching off of her like I always do. Also? Macking on the ladies, because that's what I do best."
He stuck out his hand. "Will Beachum. I'm an ADA from Gotham."
"Macking on the ladies," he asked, raising an eyebrow as he shook the other man's hand. "Are you an ADA from Gotham High," he asked, tilting his head. He looked young enough...
"She's a friend," he admitted, taking a sip of his champagne. "But, then again you just said macking. I have no clue what reaction you'd want me to have."
"Yes. Because you are infinitely better than Clint, Will..." he said, patting him on the back. "Too sarcastic for ya'?" Devon laughed, truly amused.
"And I'm not that kind of guy," he admitted, scratching the back of his head. "It might come from the liking guys. I don't really high five for macking on the ladies. Just saying, Will."
"OH GOD NO," he said, raising his hands. "Not like that! Ew. No. Gross. I mean, Dawes is good to cuddle with, although she steals the blankets, the bitch. Not like Pepsi. She's a good sleeper."
"No, he's just...Clint's a good guy. That's all. He's handy to have around."
"OK, am I going to find out about your secret homosexual player side? Because a lot of what you can say can amusingly enough be misconstrued," he admitted, downing his champagne and handing the empty class to a waiter.
He rolled his eyes. "No thanks, exit only buddy. Not that I have a problem with it." How could he with Steve and Tony as friends? "I once had a fake orgy with Steve and Tony." Oh those were the days.
Part of him recognized Will but he couldn't pinpoint from where.
"Hey," he said, walking up to his side. "Do you work at SI?"
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"No," he responded, switching his empty glass for a new one. "I don't work for Starky." A pause. " I do have joint custody of his jet though. Does that count?"
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"I am a boss. Absolutely am . You haven't met me because I've been on secret playboy training. Something only CEOs get to go on." He tossed him a lazy grin. "When you're done being a lowly peon, you'll maybe get to experience it. Maybe. It involves models and Greek islands."
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"No, condescending would be calling you servant boy or something or snapping my fingers."
But he was a nice guy. Sorta. "I'm just fucking with you. Peps is my best friend, so I'm here mooching off of her like I always do. Also? Macking on the ladies, because that's what I do best."
He stuck out his hand. "Will Beachum. I'm an ADA from Gotham."
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He couldn't wipe the stupid smile off his face if he tried. "You sound like Dawes now, have you met her? She's got a stick up her butt too."
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"And Rachel's a friend of yours? God, she loves me. One day she'll have my babies, just you wait and see."
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"And I'm not that kind of guy," he admitted, scratching the back of his head. "It might come from the liking guys. I don't really high five for macking on the ladies. Just saying, Will."
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"Clint's a good guy, and way better than me."
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"No reason to bring yourself down," he said. "I didn't actually mean...I'm sorry."
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"OH GOD NO," he said, raising his hands. "Not like that! Ew. No. Gross. I mean, Dawes is good to cuddle with, although she steals the blankets, the bitch. Not like Pepsi. She's a good sleeper."
"No, he's just...Clint's a good guy. That's all. He's handy to have around."
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"Peps shit a brick. It was great."
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