Gimmie Sympathy
Who: Alfred and Ivan
When: December 8th, afternoon
Where: A coffeeshop.
What: Ivan and Alfred spend the afternoon at a cafe. (read: Kelsey and Meru wanted fluff. We buckled)
Alfred F. Jones: *plops down on the couch next to you, offering the cup of coffee* Black coffee tastes like... crap. I can't believe I'm drinking this...
Ivan Braginsky: *takes the cup from you and sets it on the table* You can't expect to survive on double-shot caramel chocolate sprinkle... whatever you get...
Alfred F. Jones: I can... I needed that for studying. *leans against the side, kicking his feet up on the table, sighing* This doesn't even taste like caffeine...
Ivan Braginsky: Caffeine tastes disgusting. It's not sugary.
Alfred F. Jones: Who made you coffee king?
Ivan Braginsky: I did. When you started complaining on your blog.
Alfred F. Jones: Me being chubby does not make you king of coffee.
Ivan Braginsky: It just makes me king of what coffee you drink.
Alfred F. Jones: Fuck you. *punches your arm* When I am not fat, I am drinking lattes for an entire day.
Ivan Braginsky: You aren't fat...
Alfred F. Jones: I ammmmm /angst
Ivan Braginsky: *laughs* ah, you have the strangest fears.
Alfred F. Jones: I have self-image issues, okay? Jeez.
Ivan Braginsky: You look perfectly fine to me.
Alfred F. Jones: Well last night you called me sexy~ So you don't count. But thanks for the vote of confidence.
Ivan Braginsky: Certainly. *sips his coffee to fill the silence*
Alfred F. Jones: I'm... Also sorry about... Ion n' stuff. He did dent my bike though.
Ivan Braginsky: It's fine. I won't be taking either of your sides on this, you understand.
Alfred F. Jones: ...You have to take my side!
Ivan Braginsky: You are my boyfriend and he is my cousin.
Alfred F. Jones: Boyfriend. The one screwing you every other night.
Ivan Braginsky: Mm, I know that. Trust me.
Alfred F. Jones: So... My side.
Ivan Braginsky: No. *smiles sweetly*
Alfred F. Jones: You're so lame. We're done. Completely.
Ivan Braginsky: You don't mean that. And it's not even your bike. Technically, you stole it, so it matters not if Ion dented it or not, da?
Alfred F. Jones: Okay, technically it's mine because I bought new plates for it. And it does matter, I need to sell it.
Ivan Braginsky: *sighs* that's only a couple hundred out of the one-hundred thousand he paid...
Alfred F. Jones: His own fault.
Ivan Braginsky: All right. If you say so.
Alfred F. Jones: We should not talk about him.
Ivan Braginsky: Why not?
Alfred F. Jones: Do you wanna talk about Alicia while we're at it?
Ivan Braginsky: ...mm, fine.
Alfred F. Jones: *glances around before going over to you, leaning their shoulders together.*
Ivan Braginsky: *sips his coffee quietly*
Alfred F. Jones: What do you think about buying a gay bar?
Ivan Braginsky: ...what?
Alfred F. Jones: Buying a gay bar. Cheuca.
Ivan Braginsky: And who is doing this?
Alfred F. Jones: Me. And Liz.
Ivan Braginsky: You're buying... a gay bar. *pulls off the lid of the coffee and burns the roof of his mouth on the coffee*
Alfred F. Jones: Yes.
Ivan Braginsky: It... it sounds like something you would do.
Alfred F. Jones: I know right? It's perfect Liz can... Manage stuff and I can host. Nico already works as a bartender!
Ivan Braginsky: *silence consisting of coffee sipping*
Alfred F. Jones: ...What?
Ivan Braginsky: Nothing.
Alfred F. Jones: It's always something.
Ivan Braginsky: Maybe this time it isn't.
Alfred F. Jones: "My boyfriend is thinking about buying a gaybar with another woman. I am a-okay with this."
Ivan Braginsky: It's not the fact that I'm not okay with this, it's the fact that you are.
Alfred F. Jones: Should I not be?
Ivan Braginsky: I don't know.
Alfred F. Jones: You are so... strange. You should be more open~
Ivan Braginsky: "Open"?!
Alfred F. Jones: *grins* As in more expressions.
Ivan Braginsky: I express myself plenty.
Alfred F. Jones: Not when I ask you something and you say nothing.
Ivan Braginsky: I said plenty. *crosses his arms*
Alfred F. Jones: Ivan, I'm not going to be dancing around. Liz is, like, a sister...
Ivan Braginsky: Uh-huh.
Alfred F. Jones: I'm not I promise, okay?
Ivan Braginsky: *sips his coffee*
Alfred F. Jones: *looks around again, nestling closer when he doesn't see too many people around* Sweetheart, don't give me the cold shoulder.
Ivan Braginsky: Please don't call me that.
Alfred F. Jones: Why not...?
Ivan Braginsky: It's... strange.
Alfred F. Jones: I don't have aaaany petnames for you.
Ivan Braginsky: I don't have many with you, so what's the contest?
Alfred F. Jones: You have tons for me.
Alfred F. Jones: Idiot, Alfie, all that stuff you call me in Russian!
Ivan Braginsky: Mm. But they're not as... demeaning.
Alfred F. Jones: Sweetheart is not demeaning! It's cuuute~ Just like my little Russian.
Alfred F. Jones: *pinches your cheek*
Ivan Braginsky: I am not cute. *swats your hand away* and just because we've gotten sidetracked does not mean that I'm letting you get away with what you said earlier.
Alfred F. Jones: I say a lotta things.
Ivan Braginsky: The thing about the bar. What else?
Alfred F. Jones: ...Ah! I knew it, it did bother you!
Ivan Braginsky: Yes, I'm bothered. You are just so thrilled about this. So if that was your goal in purchasing it, then congratulations.
Alfred F. Jones: *laughs* The bar was Liz's idea. We worked together and Mr. Edelstein's and she though we'd be great partners. I'm going to have a job and be in change of stuff! Of course I'm excited!
Ivan Braginsky: At a gay bar.
Ivan Braginsky: That you own.
Alfred F. Jones: Oooh scared I'm gonna be picked up~?
Ivan Braginsky: *drinks every last ounce of that coffee as slowly as possible*
Alfred F. Jones: Ivan, I've got Liz watching me.
Ivan Braginsky: How is that imaginably comforting to me?
Alfred F. Jones: ...She's like a sister to me. And she knows about you n' me.
Ivan Braginsky: Mmhm.
Alfred F. Jones: And if I touch anyone, she will castrate me. Seriously.
Ivan Braginsky: "If."
Alfred F. Jones: Ugh, you overanalyse everything I say. I am not going to touch anyone but you.
Ivan Braginsky: You say that like I'll actually go near that place.
Alfred F. Jones: You have to come at least once.
Ivan Braginsky: Why should I?
Alfred F. Jones: It's a gay bar and last year I checked, you're a gay.
Ivan Braginsky: But I'm not going.
Alfred F. Jones: One night. Opening night.
Ivan Braginsky: Why?
Alfred F. Jones: Because it's celebrating the fact I have a job!
Ivan Braginsky: I'll get a glass of wine with you or something. But I'm not going there.
Alfred F. Jones: Rooftop?
Ivan Braginsky: Hm?
Alfred F. Jones: It has a great rooftop. You come over, no dancing, no nothin', you just bring wine.
Ivan Braginsky: ...fine. Fine.
Alfred F. Jones: Mm it's a date~
Ivan Braginsky: Mm.
Alfred F. Jones: Oh Ivan, don't sound soooooo excited. It's just a date~
Ivan Braginsky: Just like this. *turns his head away to stare at the street across from them*
Alfred F. Jones: Well you are just are a bundle of laughs.
Ivan Braginsky: *strums his fingers against the cup*
Alfred F. Jones: *rolls his eyes* You are so lame. *stands up* C'mon.
When: December 8th, afternoon
Where: A coffeeshop.
What: Ivan and Alfred spend the afternoon at a cafe. (read: Kelsey and Meru wanted fluff. We buckled)
Alfred F. Jones: *plops down on the couch next to you, offering the cup of coffee* Black coffee tastes like... crap. I can't believe I'm drinking this...
Ivan Braginsky: *takes the cup from you and sets it on the table* You can't expect to survive on double-shot caramel chocolate sprinkle... whatever you get...
Alfred F. Jones: I can... I needed that for studying. *leans against the side, kicking his feet up on the table, sighing* This doesn't even taste like caffeine...
Ivan Braginsky: Caffeine tastes disgusting. It's not sugary.
Alfred F. Jones: Who made you coffee king?
Ivan Braginsky: I did. When you started complaining on your blog.
Alfred F. Jones: Me being chubby does not make you king of coffee.
Ivan Braginsky: It just makes me king of what coffee you drink.
Alfred F. Jones: Fuck you. *punches your arm* When I am not fat, I am drinking lattes for an entire day.
Ivan Braginsky: You aren't fat...
Alfred F. Jones: I ammmmm /angst
Ivan Braginsky: *laughs* ah, you have the strangest fears.
Alfred F. Jones: I have self-image issues, okay? Jeez.
Ivan Braginsky: You look perfectly fine to me.
Alfred F. Jones: Well last night you called me sexy~ So you don't count. But thanks for the vote of confidence.
Ivan Braginsky: Certainly. *sips his coffee to fill the silence*
Alfred F. Jones: I'm... Also sorry about... Ion n' stuff. He did dent my bike though.
Ivan Braginsky: It's fine. I won't be taking either of your sides on this, you understand.
Alfred F. Jones: ...You have to take my side!
Ivan Braginsky: You are my boyfriend and he is my cousin.
Alfred F. Jones: Boyfriend. The one screwing you every other night.
Ivan Braginsky: Mm, I know that. Trust me.
Alfred F. Jones: So... My side.
Ivan Braginsky: No. *smiles sweetly*
Alfred F. Jones: You're so lame. We're done. Completely.
Ivan Braginsky: You don't mean that. And it's not even your bike. Technically, you stole it, so it matters not if Ion dented it or not, da?
Alfred F. Jones: Okay, technically it's mine because I bought new plates for it. And it does matter, I need to sell it.
Ivan Braginsky: *sighs* that's only a couple hundred out of the one-hundred thousand he paid...
Alfred F. Jones: His own fault.
Ivan Braginsky: All right. If you say so.
Alfred F. Jones: We should not talk about him.
Ivan Braginsky: Why not?
Alfred F. Jones: Do you wanna talk about Alicia while we're at it?
Ivan Braginsky: ...mm, fine.
Alfred F. Jones: *glances around before going over to you, leaning their shoulders together.*
Ivan Braginsky: *sips his coffee quietly*
Alfred F. Jones: What do you think about buying a gay bar?
Ivan Braginsky: ...what?
Alfred F. Jones: Buying a gay bar. Cheuca.
Ivan Braginsky: And who is doing this?
Alfred F. Jones: Me. And Liz.
Ivan Braginsky: You're buying... a gay bar. *pulls off the lid of the coffee and burns the roof of his mouth on the coffee*
Alfred F. Jones: Yes.
Ivan Braginsky: It... it sounds like something you would do.
Alfred F. Jones: I know right? It's perfect Liz can... Manage stuff and I can host. Nico already works as a bartender!
Ivan Braginsky: *silence consisting of coffee sipping*
Alfred F. Jones: ...What?
Ivan Braginsky: Nothing.
Alfred F. Jones: It's always something.
Ivan Braginsky: Maybe this time it isn't.
Alfred F. Jones: "My boyfriend is thinking about buying a gaybar with another woman. I am a-okay with this."
Ivan Braginsky: It's not the fact that I'm not okay with this, it's the fact that you are.
Alfred F. Jones: Should I not be?
Ivan Braginsky: I don't know.
Alfred F. Jones: You are so... strange. You should be more open~
Ivan Braginsky: "Open"?!
Alfred F. Jones: *grins* As in more expressions.
Ivan Braginsky: I express myself plenty.
Alfred F. Jones: Not when I ask you something and you say nothing.
Ivan Braginsky: I said plenty. *crosses his arms*
Alfred F. Jones: Ivan, I'm not going to be dancing around. Liz is, like, a sister...
Ivan Braginsky: Uh-huh.
Alfred F. Jones: I'm not I promise, okay?
Ivan Braginsky: *sips his coffee*
Alfred F. Jones: *looks around again, nestling closer when he doesn't see too many people around* Sweetheart, don't give me the cold shoulder.
Ivan Braginsky: Please don't call me that.
Alfred F. Jones: Why not...?
Ivan Braginsky: It's... strange.
Alfred F. Jones: I don't have aaaany petnames for you.
Ivan Braginsky: I don't have many with you, so what's the contest?
Alfred F. Jones: You have tons for me.
Alfred F. Jones: Idiot, Alfie, all that stuff you call me in Russian!
Ivan Braginsky: Mm. But they're not as... demeaning.
Alfred F. Jones: Sweetheart is not demeaning! It's cuuute~ Just like my little Russian.
Alfred F. Jones: *pinches your cheek*
Ivan Braginsky: I am not cute. *swats your hand away* and just because we've gotten sidetracked does not mean that I'm letting you get away with what you said earlier.
Alfred F. Jones: I say a lotta things.
Ivan Braginsky: The thing about the bar. What else?
Alfred F. Jones: ...Ah! I knew it, it did bother you!
Ivan Braginsky: Yes, I'm bothered. You are just so thrilled about this. So if that was your goal in purchasing it, then congratulations.
Alfred F. Jones: *laughs* The bar was Liz's idea. We worked together and Mr. Edelstein's and she though we'd be great partners. I'm going to have a job and be in change of stuff! Of course I'm excited!
Ivan Braginsky: At a gay bar.
Ivan Braginsky: That you own.
Alfred F. Jones: Oooh scared I'm gonna be picked up~?
Ivan Braginsky: *drinks every last ounce of that coffee as slowly as possible*
Alfred F. Jones: Ivan, I've got Liz watching me.
Ivan Braginsky: How is that imaginably comforting to me?
Alfred F. Jones: ...She's like a sister to me. And she knows about you n' me.
Ivan Braginsky: Mmhm.
Alfred F. Jones: And if I touch anyone, she will castrate me. Seriously.
Ivan Braginsky: "If."
Alfred F. Jones: Ugh, you overanalyse everything I say. I am not going to touch anyone but you.
Ivan Braginsky: You say that like I'll actually go near that place.
Alfred F. Jones: You have to come at least once.
Ivan Braginsky: Why should I?
Alfred F. Jones: It's a gay bar and last year I checked, you're a gay.
Ivan Braginsky: But I'm not going.
Alfred F. Jones: One night. Opening night.
Ivan Braginsky: Why?
Alfred F. Jones: Because it's celebrating the fact I have a job!
Ivan Braginsky: I'll get a glass of wine with you or something. But I'm not going there.
Alfred F. Jones: Rooftop?
Ivan Braginsky: Hm?
Alfred F. Jones: It has a great rooftop. You come over, no dancing, no nothin', you just bring wine.
Ivan Braginsky: ...fine. Fine.
Alfred F. Jones: Mm it's a date~
Ivan Braginsky: Mm.
Alfred F. Jones: Oh Ivan, don't sound soooooo excited. It's just a date~
Ivan Braginsky: Just like this. *turns his head away to stare at the street across from them*
Alfred F. Jones: Well you are just are a bundle of laughs.
Ivan Braginsky: *strums his fingers against the cup*
Alfred F. Jones: *rolls his eyes* You are so lame. *stands up* C'mon.