1st Code - Written / Action

[winksandnods]

[Written]

I've found a bar, Good Spirits. All well and good. Grateful to see this place has that at least.

What I'm curious is-- What other forms of entertainment are there? What do you do all do here for fun?

[Never mind that he has a very specific idea of "fun." He won't be mentioning that just yet.]

[ActionBoth as he writes and a good while

Comments

[action] really late. >.>

[thatmadbastard]

[Just one stool down from Anthony is Guy, rather enjoying his drinking, though nursing is not a word one might use to describe the way he was taking his glasses.

Three empty ones sat before him, the crystal memorial tumblers of Double Burgesses knocked back dead. The poor, forgotten droplets of the spent beverages, the streaks that settle toward the bottom were abandoned and left to pool alone while the rest of the drink was thrown down his throat. While Guy sits tapping the fourth--a 'plus one' graduation from his usual morning sequence--he chuckles as he regards dear Anthony's questions.]

Wanting for amusement, are we?

[It's a shame Luceti isn't as much like England in the sort of men that inhabited it, or else there would be plenty to do.]

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[winksandnods]

[In England, he would only have had to find one bar and learned to wait and watch. Luceti, though...

The men were different. At the very least, they would all take far more work. Which... Well. He was not opposed to a challenge, but he did like having variety without having to work too hard.]

Quite.

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[thatmadbastard]

You know, there is a club here. I spoke with a woman who plays the piano on particular nights and I though you and Kim might enjoy that.

[The fourth and last Double Burgess is brought to his lips, swallowed away with the quick chase of his tongue over the bottom half of his mouth.]

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[winksandnods]

Cloud Nine, yes. [He tapped the journal in front of him.]

A pity it probably won't supply quite the entertainment I'm looking for. [He could have said "we." After all, he knew full well that Burgess was about as used to having no one-- or just someone all too familiar-- to have fun with.] We shall have to go.

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[thatmadbastard]

It seems the lovely systems of Luceti are quite well formed lacking a few social comforts I've missed quite terribly.

[How unlike Guy, not to have brought his journal. He reaches into his coat pocket for his cigarette case instead.]

There is an aesthetic beauty, at least.

[Guy had spoken to several men already that were undoubtedly handsome. Just a shame that the Law of Burgess did not seem to have any sway.]

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[winksandnods]

One can only enjoy a gallery for so long.

[He chuckled under his breath before taking another drink.]

Though perhaps the lot here will only take time.

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[thatmadbastard]

That isn't to say a well-respected art critic couldn't sway the opinions of the casual observer's appreciations.

[Sexuality had never disheartened he or Anthony, really. Perhaps Guy less so, or perhaps it was that he was the only one who made a smug fuss about finding the skirt chasers in bed with him.]

There's bound to be at least one in the masses.

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[winksandnods]

Oh, I'm sure there's more than one. This place will simply... require a little more work.

But then, I suppose we were due for a challenge.

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[thatmadbastard]

[Guy laughed a bit, closing his lips around a fished out cigarette. He held out the tin to Anthony, scooping up the lighter he'd plopped on the table earlier.]

We've become so terribly good at it. Quite strange to think we never grew bored, but I won't be surprised if we enjoy the chance.

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[winksandnods]

We really have. [He took an offered cigarette, put it between his lips, and leaned forward to have Guy light it.]

Might be good for us. Sharpen up the skills.

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[thatmadbastard]

[Once his own cigarette singed and streamed its little tail of smoke, Guy leaned to let the flame of his lighter lick Anthony's cigarette. A few puffs and a haze of cigarette smoke hung like a veil around the table, a welcome blanket of comfort over surroundings he still had yet to adjust to.]

Speaking of skills, I know someone who may be able to get you materials so you can hone several sets simultaneously. She's a lovely artist, by the way, and with time I have no doubt you would want to perhaps re-enter drawing or the other things you used to enjoy. When you had the time.

[Guy smiles as though there's a reason he's going on this tangent. There is a very clear direction with his train of thought, but he's not giving his tell just yet. It's there winking in his smirk.]

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[winksandnods]

[As the cigarette lights, he places his hand over Guy's, as if to steady the lighter-- though likely just for the touch. Once the job is done, he pulls back slightly, taking a long drag of the cigarette and breathing out.]

I haven't touched my art in a long while. [Not as long as he gave the impression. There were nights spent sketching when he could not settle his mind to sleep or in long hours where all he could do was wait.

But he let it be thought he had not done a thing with it in years. After all, he hadn't done anything worth showing.]

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[thatmadbastard]

[Guy takes another pull and settles his arm on the table.]

You know, if you did wish to go back to it, there's something I think you'll quite enjoy. For what has this lovely hole provided you with, along with all the specimens for anatomy that you've already studied?

Painting, drawing, whatever you so feel inclined towards again, you've something new to explore: wings. Which is as decent a reason to have a fellow strip his clothes off as any. Far moreso, even.