Gethin likes coming to bars like this one. Bars with people sat on their own... all with such potential. He also likes the fact he can smoke, freely, and is doing so quite happily.
There's another man, not a million miles away, and Gethin can't help but stare. He's seen handsomer, sure, but this stranger isn't bad. And he's alone. And he's going through the cigarettes almost as quickly as he himself is. Can't be all bad.
So, he continues to stare. Everyone notices sooner or later. Best to let him make the first move, just in case he's... oh, a serial killer or a psychopath or something like that.
Being a serial killer or psychopath doesn't stop one from making the first move. Gethin should probably learn this fact at some point, just in case he ever encounters any.
Oh look, he's encountering one of those sorts right now! Except, Le Chiffre's not exactly one to stand out as a psychopath. How do you even judge that by looks anyway? Maybe the scar helps him look more like one.. but really, you can't judge until he starts having a psycho moment.
Anyway, what with a very acute paranoia, Chiffre can sense eyes on him pretty quickly, and is already returning the eyeing up with a distant smirk. He shall humour the youngin' for now.
Contact made, Gethin quickly swoops up his drink and pack of cigs, shimmying over to the other man. You could never accuse him of not being bold.
"How about... looking for someone else on this planet who's not afraid to show their lungs who's boss?" He smirks, nodding towards the cigarette in Le Chiffre's own hand.
Well, he certainly doesn't hang around, does he? The move even amuses Chiffre enough to warrant a smirk. Not to mention another heavy exhale of smoke. Company isn't exactly appreciated, but he won't turn it down just yet.
"I hear there's a very minor percentage in this world that are immune to the affects of smoke. I like to take the gamble," he comments.
"I'll drink to that," he grins, raising his glass and offering it in way of a toast. It's all too common to be preached at about the effects of smoking these days, and he's glad to have found someone who shares his 'fuck the lot of them' attitude.
"To smoking, drinking, drugs, and anything else that supposedly ruins our health," Le Chiffre adds, raising his pint in return and taking a heavy swig between smoking. At least Gethin seems to like the fuck 'em attitude that Chiffre always has, because most hate him for it.
"What about it?" He replies almost immediately, a smirk playing across his features as he lowers his glass back onto the table. He's Welsh, he's used to the ribbing that comes with his heritage, but it doesn't mean he'll allow it easily.
"And what about yourself? That's... an exotic accent."
The first question is replied to with an entirely innocent but not massively convincing shrug. Totally got nothing wrong with the British or anything. Nope.
"Exotic, hm? Just European." He doesn't even tell anyone his real name, so he'll be damned if he's going to be sharing other information.
"I'll have you know," He starts, emphatically waving his cigarette in front of Le Chiffre's face. "I'll have you know that there's nothing wrong with us Welsh. Whatever you've heard... inbred, sheep shaggers, whatever... it's not true. At least, not the city kids like myself. They may do some weird things in the valleys, but I'm Cardiff born and bred. Perfectly normal, me."
"Ah, is that.. is that what they say about you Welshies?" Chiffre shall play the totally ignorant card on this. See, he can play innocent when he wants to, especially when talking to random strangers.
"Though, I'm curious as to how you define normal by your standards," he adds with a distant smirk and a heavy exhale of smoke in Gethin's general direction.
"Normal? Let's see." He looks like he's considering the question for a moment. "I... like a drink, like a cigarette, like the occasional drug. I like sex, specifically with humans, and not with members of my own family. I sleep, eat, work hard and play harder. Your typical human being."
Gethin's deciding he doesn't like this conversation. Since when has he ever wanted to prove himself 'normal'? He wants to be telling the world how different he is from everyone else... why he's special. Why everyone should love him.
"'m a musician, as well." He adds, as an afterthought, just to make him sound a little less bland.
Good. Good, Chiffre would be glad to hear Gethin dislikes the conversation. It's just his sort of thing to be making people as uncomfortable as possible while talking to him. Call it a test, if you will.
"That does sound very normal to me," he finally replies with a tone of boredom that's thankfully acted and not entirely real.
"But, I'll give you a chance.. So.. what makes you special?"
Gethin's not quite sure he's enjoying this at all any more, and may well be wishing he'd never stuck his nose in. Interrogations generally aren't the best way of getting to know someone, and the man's feeling a lot like he's got stuck in a job interview.
"What's it to you." He asks, stubborn to the end, eyes seeking out Chiffre's and holding his gaze steady. "I'm not applying for a fucking job here, mate."
Awwr, doesn't he just look adorable when he's all fired up? Do ignore it if Le Chiffre's failing to take the annoyance with any measure of seriousness.. That very short laugh of his is just because.. he uh.. remembered a joke from earlier.
"Quite right. Though if you were, I'm sure you'd manage to charm them into employment straight away. And if you didn't, I'd be the first to tell them they're fools for turning such an enticing specimen down."
"I suppose you are somewhat alluring," Le Chiffre decides without hesitation, exhaling a slow billow of smoke in return. Flirting works fine with him, but he can't let there be a compliment without some sort of insult to follow.
There's another man, not a million miles away, and Gethin can't help but stare. He's seen handsomer, sure, but this stranger isn't bad. And he's alone. And he's going through the cigarettes almost as quickly as he himself is. Can't be all bad.
So, he continues to stare. Everyone notices sooner or later. Best to let him make the first move, just in case he's... oh, a serial killer or a psychopath or something like that.
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Oh look, he's encountering one of those sorts right now! Except, Le Chiffre's not exactly one to stand out as a psychopath. How do you even judge that by looks anyway? Maybe the scar helps him look more like one.. but really, you can't judge until he starts having a psycho moment.
Anyway, what with a very acute paranoia, Chiffre can sense eyes on him pretty quickly, and is already returning the eyeing up with a distant smirk. He shall humour the youngin' for now.
"Looking for something in particular?"
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"How about... looking for someone else on this planet who's not afraid to show their lungs who's boss?" He smirks, nodding towards the cigarette in Le Chiffre's own hand.
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"I hear there's a very minor percentage in this world that are immune to the affects of smoke. I like to take the gamble," he comments.
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"So.. Welsh, are you?"
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"And what about yourself? That's... an exotic accent."
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"Exotic, hm? Just European." He doesn't even tell anyone his real name, so he'll be damned if he's going to be sharing other information.
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He glares through the cigarette smoke for effect.
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"Though, I'm curious as to how you define normal by your standards," he adds with a distant smirk and a heavy exhale of smoke in Gethin's general direction.
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Gethin's deciding he doesn't like this conversation. Since when has he ever wanted to prove himself 'normal'? He wants to be telling the world how different he is from everyone else... why he's special. Why everyone should love him.
"'m a musician, as well." He adds, as an afterthought, just to make him sound a little less bland.
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"That does sound very normal to me," he finally replies with a tone of boredom that's thankfully acted and not entirely real.
"But, I'll give you a chance.. So.. what makes you special?"
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"What's it to you." He asks, stubborn to the end, eyes seeking out Chiffre's and holding his gaze steady. "I'm not applying for a fucking job here, mate."
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"Quite right. Though if you were, I'm sure you'd manage to charm them into employment straight away. And if you didn't, I'd be the first to tell them they're fools for turning such an enticing specimen down."
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Gethin leans forward, blowing smoke past his lips. "Do you find me enticing?"
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"Young though, very young. Passed puberty yet?"
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