[Earthquake] ((SCENE: Wellington and Kristoph))
((Takes place the Wednesday after breakout. Watch out it's totally gay.))
Kristoph: *A few days after the earthquake, Kristoph decides he needs to go out for a drink. His office only suffered a little damage from the event but repairs still have to be made, so he's been working out of his home on several claims for quake victims. It's long and tedious work for him and a break is very much needed.*
Kristoph: *He stops at the bank drive through first, only a few minutes before it closes, to take out some cash. After some consideration he drives downtown to the Adam and Steve bar of Girls Night Out event fame and parks around the back. As he climbs out of his car he takes the case from his bank envelope and transfers it to his wallet, and then makes his way for the door. Some drinks and some company are just what he needs after several stressful days.*
Wellington: *On the same sidewalk is Wellington, one hand on his hip as he observes the early evening crowd of passerbyers behind his fashionable new glasses. He rolls a coin between the fingers of his other hands, but stops the movement and squeezes his fist around it as he spots Kristoph-- or rather, spots the wad of cash the man is putting into his wallet. Wellington waits, standing still as he watches him slip the wallet into a pocket on his purple blazer and enter the bar. He eyes the flashing signs on the building, considering. Then he smirks, and a minute later, he moves from his spot, and casually enters the bar as well.*
Kristoph: *Kristoph doesn't notice Wellington at all. He moves right to the bar and orders a glass of white wine, wanting it to calm his nerves a little before he tries engaging with anyone.*
Wellington: *Wellington takes a moment to eye the interior of the establishment. First he makes note of the layout, and then takes a long moment to appreciate the decor. It's one of the most tasteful bars he's ever seen, and after his years in prison he finds the style additionally satisfying. It doesn't take him long to spot Kristoph, but he takes his time by wandering around the bar and checking the wine lists, occasionally making secret glances over at Kristoph's glass to see how much the man is drinking. Finally, he approaches the empty spot next to Kristoph and rests one elbow on the counter, creating a relaxed image as he calmly smiles at Kristoph.* ...That wine you're having... I think I'll venture a guess. It's a Meursault, am I correct? *In truth, he saw a glimpse of the bottle the last time the bartender refilled the glass.*
Kristoph: *Kristoph glances over with a look of surprise, but then he smiles.* That's a very good guess. *His eyes flicker over the stranger briefly, pausing on his hand on the counter.* Should I ask the bartender to bring the bottle back over?
Wellington: I recognize a quality wine when I see it. I am what you'd consider a virtuoso in many things, fine wine included. *smiles* I think I would like a glass. But first, I'd like to know your name.
Kristoph: *Kristoph can't help but be immediately impressed by a well-mannered wine lover. He signals to the bartender and then offers his hand to Wellington.* Kristoph Gavin. Always a pleasure to meet a man of taste. And you are...?
Wellington: *shakes the offered hand, smiling warmly and letting his hand stay in Kristoph's for an extra moment* Takamasa Moroheiya. I don't think I've ever seen you in here before... I think I'd remember seeing someone like you.
Kristoph: *Kristoph tips his chin up a little, clearly charmed by the praise.* I'm afraid my work keeps me so busy I'm not able to go out as often as I'd like. *When the bartender brings them an extra glass along with the wine, Kristoph smiles at him.* Just put the bottle on my tab.
Wellington: *smiles in a pleased manner* Classy and generous. I like that. So what kind of work do you do?
Kristoph: *Kristoph's voice tips a bit smugly* I'm an attorney. There's plenty of work to be had, what with everyone suing everyone over the earthquake. I hope you didn't suffer too much in the quake, did you...?
Wellington: Not at all. The earthquake has been kind to me. *looks at Kristoph in a strangely self-amused way, then enjoys a sip of the wine*
Kristoph: *Kristoph chuckles.* Well, it was very unfortunate, but at least some profit can be gained from it. *His eyes are drawn again to Wellington's hands as he holds his glass, and he hums thoughtfully to himself.*
Wellington: That is an excellent way to see it. Too bad more people can't think of the advantages of such scenarios. *smirks at him while slowly tracing his thumb around the base of the wineglass stem*
Kristoph: *Kristoph can't help but watch, distracted by Wellington's nails as much as the innuendo. After a moment he can't help himself.* I hope you don't mind my saying so, but...you have exquisite hands. *His eyes thin with concentrated interest as he reaches out, brushing the backs of his fingers against Wellington's as if to coax them away from the glass.* May I?
Wellington: *Blinks, almost holding his breath the moment Kristoph touches his hand, shaken out of his scheme-related thought process by the surprise touch and compliment-- he can't remember anyone ever specifically complimenting his hands before. After a moment of consideration, he offers Kristoph his hand; curious to see if the other man has anymore compliments for him.* Yes... I try to take very good care of my hands. Good skin is important for health and appearances, of course. *Wellington watches Kristoph carefully, though mostly concerned with hoping Kris doesn't notice the almost completely faded mark on the back of his hand, a result of the incident several months ago in which Matt intentionally stepped on his hand.*
Kristoph: It shows. And I couldn't agree more - too few people appreciate the importance of careful hygiene. *He studies Wellington's hand with a look of approval, and rubs his thumb gently against a tiny rough spot on the nail of Wellington's ring finger.* A little filing and they'd be just perfect.
Kristoph: *He glances up to Wellington's face with an intense, curious look, as if debating something.*
Wellington: Mm... *watches Kristoph examine his hand, feeling strangely relaxed* I suppose you're right. Normally I'd have spent more time filing them before going out, but things have been quite busy this week...
Kristoph: Yes, indeed. *Kristoph continues to watch him, still considering, and at last he offers an almost sheepish smile.* Forgive me for sounding presumptuous, but... I do have a file with me.
Wellington: A file? Ah... *lets his hand lay loose in Kristoph's* Of course, I could use a proper filing right now, I suppose. The state of my nails has been bothering me a bit today... *leans in a little closer, putting his smooth smile back on*
Kristoph: *Kristoph grins, nodding in understanding as he pulls a file out of the inside pocket of his coat - he always has one with him. He looks much too pleased as he files Wellington's nails for him.* I hate to see fine nails go unpampered.
Wellington: *Watching Kristoph expertly file the nails, it doesn't take him long to realize the man knows exactly what he's doing, and is actually doing a better job on his nails than any other manicurist Wellington remembers. He allows himself to relax even further, coming almost near a trance-like state as he observes the process, letting his plans hang for the moment in favor of the free filing. He swallows a bit more of the wine before offering Kristoph his second hand.* .......Your hands are rather good... *tips his head to the side slightly to get a better look* ...What is the secret to getting your nails that nice?
Kristoph: Ariadoney. *Kristoph smiles* It's a brand of clear protective polish. I wouldn't dream of using anything less. *He finishes with Wellington's nails, giving his hand a brief, squeezing massage before letting go.* Ah, see? Perfect.
Wellington: *His face warms a bit at the massage... the whole treatment felt quite good, this is the first time he had been pampered like that since before being arrested in 2017. He makes a mental note to visit a spa sometime in the near future, and lifts one of his hands to admire the smooth new edges on his nails.* That feels a lot better. ...Ariadoney, you say? I'll remember that brand.
Kristoph: *Kristoph sips his wine, looking quite pleased with himself.* A well groomed man is the only kind of man, I always say. It was my pleasure. *He leans against the counter.* So, what kind of work do you do, Mr. Moroheiya?
Wellington: Mm... Currently? I'm what you might call a "drifting virtuoso". I haven't quite found something worth my time yet. I have enough fortune to sustain my search, at least. *takes another small sip of the wine* ...This Meursault is exquisite. Don't let me drink the whole bottle; you should have some more. *eyes him with a subtle cunningness behind the glare of his slim glasses*
Kristoph: *Kristoph chuckles.* I should warn you, I've been told I'm a different man when under the influence. *All the same he takes another long gulp of his wine, and when he lowers the glass is smiling somewhat foolishly. The alcohol is starting to have a clearer effect on him.*
Wellington: I find that hard to imagine. You seem like a pretty well-put-together man. I'm sure you'll be fine. *Lightly nudges the bottle closer to Kris' glass before enjoying another tiny sip. He's barely doing more than merely tasting his own wine, careful to limit his consumption, despite how enjoyable it is.*
Kristoph: *Kristoph looks at the bottle thoughtfully for a moment, and then shakes his head. He refills his glass with a chuckle.* Why the hell not. I can afford to take the day off tomorrow. Enjoy good wine and good company while you have it, eh? *He takes another drink.*
Wellington: *smiles while Kris consumes more of the wine* Exactly. So tell me more about yourself... unless you'd rather hear more about me.
Kristoph: Mm! Of course. *Kristoph swirls the wine in his glass.* Tell me more about yourself. I feel as if I know you from somewhere...but I can't think of it. Maybe we were at school together?
Wellington: Perhaps. I've been to many colleges in my grand search for the one that would fit me best. I refused to just settle for the first one I got into, you see, knowing there may be better ones out there. You yourself seem like the type who has gone to a finer college.
Kristoph: *Kristoph frowns slightly, not inclined to confess he wasn't able to attend a finer law school.* Yes, of course. I understand - of course you would want to find the school that suits you best. You're still young, aren't you? You have time. *He raises his glass in a toast, though to what is anyone's guess.* You ought to take your time.
Wellington: It'll come to me, I'm sure. But I absolutely won't settle for anything less than the best. *lifts his glass and taps it against Kristoph, then takes another tiny sip while watching him carefully* ...That badge you're wearing, with the Balance of Justice on it... I believe I've seen one like it before. Does it have to do with your profession?
Kristoph: Hm? Oh, yes, of course. *Kristoph turns slightly to show off the badge better. His voice is full of pride* It's my attorney's badge. It's what proves I've qualified to appear in court as defense. Have you ever considered going into law?
Wellington: I may have entertained the idea at some point... *swirls the wine in his glass and eyes the badge with interest* Hmm... there's not much wine left. It's very good, isn't it? I still have some in my glass, so you can have the rest of the bottle. You're the one who bought it, after all.
Kristoph: Ah, thank you. *Kristoph refills his glass with what's left in the bottle, completely distracted from the fact that Wellington hasn't really had that much. He's all too happy to keep drinking it himself.* Well, I hope you give it thought again. There aren't enough clever men of good taste in law, as far as I'm concerned.
Wellington: Perhaps. For now I am enjoying having my options open. The freedom of it is rather enjoyable. *rests his elbow against the counter and smiles coyly while giving his white scarf a light tug, loosening it a bit*
Kristoph: *Kristoph watches closely* But a little freedom can go a long way. It's not good to be idle for too long. *With a sly smile he takes the scarf out of Wellington's hand and pulls it gently, watching the slow reveal of skin beneath it.*
Kristoph: I prefer to be a bit more proactive myself.
Wellington: *Gently but firmly grasps Kristoph's wrist with one hand, stopping his movement. He stares at him quietly for a moment, but then smirks and tips his head sideways, indicating to other bar patrons chatting close by.* Maybe there's someplace a little more quiet...
Kristoph: *Kristoph lets go, and leans back to finish what's in his glass. He's not usually this reckless, but it's been a difficult past few days, and he can use the distraction. He pats Wellington on the shoulder as he pushes to his feet*
Kristoph: I'm sure we can find somewhere "quiet" close by.
Wellington: *lifts his glass and finally downs the last of his wine before he stands, brushes the loose blond part of hair aside, and looks up at the taller man* Lead the way, then. *smirks and waits with his hand on his hip*
Kristoph: *Kristoph puts a hand on the bar, bracing himself for a moment. It was Wellington that came to him after all, so if he has any complaints, they're his own fault. He moves his hand to Wellington's shoulder and starts to steer him towards the back.*
Kristoph: I can't tell you how glad I am you came along tonight, Mr. Moroheiya.
Wellington: Really, it's my pleasure. And if there's anything I can do to show my thanks... *lets the sentence hang in the air while he snakes a hand around Kristoph's waist, easily walking alongside him*
Kristoph: *Kristoph chuckles.* I'm sure we'll think of something. *He leads them to the back of the bar where the restrooms are. Of course, they're still very tasteful, well decorated bathrooms, with dark wood stalls that reach floor to ceiling for extra privacy.*
Wellington: *After scanning the interior of the unoccupied restroom for a moment, Wellington steps away from Kristoph. He undoes the big white diamond-shaped buttons on his blue blazer and lets it slide off his shoulders, revealing his black dress shirt. He hangs the blazer on a hook on the wall, then smirks at Kristoph while quickly pulling his scarf off.* I hope you don't mind if I make myself a little more comfortable. Perhaps you should, too.
Kristoph: I don't mind at all. *Kristoph slips out of his jacket and hangs it up next to Wellington's, then undoes the cuffs of his shirt. His cheeks are a little flush from the alcohol as he grabs for Wellington's scarf, using it to tug him closer.* Is this silk?
Wellington: *smiles a bit wider when Kristoph hangs his jacket, and continues holding the scarf as he's pulled in* High-quality silk, from China. *subtly glances behind Kristoph, then grins slyly and leans in against him, lightly pushing him backwards*
Kristoph: Mmm, I'm jealous. *Kristoph's eyelids droop a little as he allows Wellington to prod him back into the nearest open stall. He runs his hands over the scarf with a smile of satisfaction, then reaches for Wellington's elbows.* Maybe I ought to get one myself.
Wellington: I do think it would look good on you, maybe as good as it looks on me. *his voice is lowered, almost a purr* Then again, I think you're wearing too much right now... *pushes him again*
Kristoph: *Kristoph bumps against the back wall, and frowns momentarily at the close proximity to the urinal. He ignores it a moment later in favor of pulling off his neck tie to shove in a pocket.* Maybe we should do something about that.
Wellington: *Pockets his own scarf, then presses his fingers against Kristoph's hips, and lightly drags his fingers upwards until they reach his ribs, then moves his hands to Kris' forearms, pushing them back behind him while simultaneously pressing his body in close to the man. He tilts his head back far enough to catch Kristoph's gaze and hold eye contact.* I hope you're enjoying yourself.
Kristoph: *Kristoph runs his tongue along the inside of his teeth, watching Wellington with anticipation. He has quite a bit of height over the other man and he assumes the same amount of strength, so he's not alarmed in the least by the subtle detainment.* I can't begin to tell you how much. *He tips his head down expectantly.*
Wellington: Good. *Their faces near until less than an inch of space is between their lips... when there is a sudden, sharp jerk on both of Kristoph's wrists. Wellington smirks triumphantly at the other man before swiftly stepping backwards, away from him.*
Kristoph: *Kristoph closed his eyes when Wellington came in close, but when all he feels is a slight breath of wind ahead of him, he blinks them open once more. When he tries to reach after Wellington--thinking it's a game--and finds his wrists bound (with his own pink necktie) to the pipe connecting to the urinal behind him, his mind doesn't register yet that anything is wrong.
Kristoph: *He chuckles.* Ah, so that's what you're into?
Wellington: Something like that. *smirks and flips his hair arrogantly, then exits the stall and disappears from sight, though the sound of his footsteps indicate that he is still in the restroom*
Kristoph: *Kristoph stares after him in confusion; the alcohol is slowing his reaction time considerably.* What...? Moroheiya? *He gives his hands another tug, harder than the last, and when they don't pull free at all it finally starts to dawn on him.* Where are you going?
Wellington: *appears outside the stall a minute later, wearing Kristoph's lavender-colored blazer, concentrating on adjusting the sleeves* Hmm... it's a bit big on me. Still... I think it looks better on me, don't you? *smirks and wraps his white scarf back around his neck*
Kristoph: *Kristoph stares back at him, dumbfounded. Slowly his face turns bright red, and he starts yanking at his bounds in earnest.* You...You...!! *His voice comes out at a hiss* How dare you...!!
Wellington: *completely ignores the man's anger, while dipping a hand into the pocket of the blazer and withdrawing his wallet, unfolding it to look at the contents* You know, you really shouldn't be keeping this in an outside pocket. Not that I wouldn't have gotten it anyways... *finally looks at Kristoph, smirking*
Kristoph: You... you miserable...! *Kristoph seethes, and tries to step away from the wall, but is quickly jerked back.* No one steals from me! Untie me this instant!
Wellington: *laughs coldly* Why would I do that? Oh, but don't worry, I'm sure someone will find you eventually. But in a place like this, you should pray that the person who finds you actually wants to untie you. *laughs again, pocketing the wallet* Thank you for the wine. I've had better, though. *turns and walks out of the restroom, only pausing to pick up his own blazer and carry it with him*
Kristoph: Wait, you bastard! *Kristoph jerks and even tries kicking helplessly, but he only manages to catch the door of the stall and swing it shut.* Come back here! I'll kill you, you son of a bitch! THIS IS INTOLERABLE!!
Kristoph: *He continues to rave long after Wellington has gone, unheard by the men outside enjoying the pleasant bar atmosphere.*
Kristoph: *A few days after the earthquake, Kristoph decides he needs to go out for a drink. His office only suffered a little damage from the event but repairs still have to be made, so he's been working out of his home on several claims for quake victims. It's long and tedious work for him and a break is very much needed.*
Kristoph: *He stops at the bank drive through first, only a few minutes before it closes, to take out some cash. After some consideration he drives downtown to the Adam and Steve bar of Girls Night Out event fame and parks around the back. As he climbs out of his car he takes the case from his bank envelope and transfers it to his wallet, and then makes his way for the door. Some drinks and some company are just what he needs after several stressful days.*
Wellington: *On the same sidewalk is Wellington, one hand on his hip as he observes the early evening crowd of passerbyers behind his fashionable new glasses. He rolls a coin between the fingers of his other hands, but stops the movement and squeezes his fist around it as he spots Kristoph-- or rather, spots the wad of cash the man is putting into his wallet. Wellington waits, standing still as he watches him slip the wallet into a pocket on his purple blazer and enter the bar. He eyes the flashing signs on the building, considering. Then he smirks, and a minute later, he moves from his spot, and casually enters the bar as well.*
Kristoph: *Kristoph doesn't notice Wellington at all. He moves right to the bar and orders a glass of white wine, wanting it to calm his nerves a little before he tries engaging with anyone.*
Wellington: *Wellington takes a moment to eye the interior of the establishment. First he makes note of the layout, and then takes a long moment to appreciate the decor. It's one of the most tasteful bars he's ever seen, and after his years in prison he finds the style additionally satisfying. It doesn't take him long to spot Kristoph, but he takes his time by wandering around the bar and checking the wine lists, occasionally making secret glances over at Kristoph's glass to see how much the man is drinking. Finally, he approaches the empty spot next to Kristoph and rests one elbow on the counter, creating a relaxed image as he calmly smiles at Kristoph.* ...That wine you're having... I think I'll venture a guess. It's a Meursault, am I correct? *In truth, he saw a glimpse of the bottle the last time the bartender refilled the glass.*
Kristoph: *Kristoph glances over with a look of surprise, but then he smiles.* That's a very good guess. *His eyes flicker over the stranger briefly, pausing on his hand on the counter.* Should I ask the bartender to bring the bottle back over?
Wellington: I recognize a quality wine when I see it. I am what you'd consider a virtuoso in many things, fine wine included. *smiles* I think I would like a glass. But first, I'd like to know your name.
Kristoph: *Kristoph can't help but be immediately impressed by a well-mannered wine lover. He signals to the bartender and then offers his hand to Wellington.* Kristoph Gavin. Always a pleasure to meet a man of taste. And you are...?
Wellington: *shakes the offered hand, smiling warmly and letting his hand stay in Kristoph's for an extra moment* Takamasa Moroheiya. I don't think I've ever seen you in here before... I think I'd remember seeing someone like you.
Kristoph: *Kristoph tips his chin up a little, clearly charmed by the praise.* I'm afraid my work keeps me so busy I'm not able to go out as often as I'd like. *When the bartender brings them an extra glass along with the wine, Kristoph smiles at him.* Just put the bottle on my tab.
Wellington: *smiles in a pleased manner* Classy and generous. I like that. So what kind of work do you do?
Kristoph: *Kristoph's voice tips a bit smugly* I'm an attorney. There's plenty of work to be had, what with everyone suing everyone over the earthquake. I hope you didn't suffer too much in the quake, did you...?
Wellington: Not at all. The earthquake has been kind to me. *looks at Kristoph in a strangely self-amused way, then enjoys a sip of the wine*
Kristoph: *Kristoph chuckles.* Well, it was very unfortunate, but at least some profit can be gained from it. *His eyes are drawn again to Wellington's hands as he holds his glass, and he hums thoughtfully to himself.*
Wellington: That is an excellent way to see it. Too bad more people can't think of the advantages of such scenarios. *smirks at him while slowly tracing his thumb around the base of the wineglass stem*
Kristoph: *Kristoph can't help but watch, distracted by Wellington's nails as much as the innuendo. After a moment he can't help himself.* I hope you don't mind my saying so, but...you have exquisite hands. *His eyes thin with concentrated interest as he reaches out, brushing the backs of his fingers against Wellington's as if to coax them away from the glass.* May I?
Wellington: *Blinks, almost holding his breath the moment Kristoph touches his hand, shaken out of his scheme-related thought process by the surprise touch and compliment-- he can't remember anyone ever specifically complimenting his hands before. After a moment of consideration, he offers Kristoph his hand; curious to see if the other man has anymore compliments for him.* Yes... I try to take very good care of my hands. Good skin is important for health and appearances, of course. *Wellington watches Kristoph carefully, though mostly concerned with hoping Kris doesn't notice the almost completely faded mark on the back of his hand, a result of the incident several months ago in which Matt intentionally stepped on his hand.*
Kristoph: It shows. And I couldn't agree more - too few people appreciate the importance of careful hygiene. *He studies Wellington's hand with a look of approval, and rubs his thumb gently against a tiny rough spot on the nail of Wellington's ring finger.* A little filing and they'd be just perfect.
Kristoph: *He glances up to Wellington's face with an intense, curious look, as if debating something.*
Wellington: Mm... *watches Kristoph examine his hand, feeling strangely relaxed* I suppose you're right. Normally I'd have spent more time filing them before going out, but things have been quite busy this week...
Kristoph: Yes, indeed. *Kristoph continues to watch him, still considering, and at last he offers an almost sheepish smile.* Forgive me for sounding presumptuous, but... I do have a file with me.
Wellington: A file? Ah... *lets his hand lay loose in Kristoph's* Of course, I could use a proper filing right now, I suppose. The state of my nails has been bothering me a bit today... *leans in a little closer, putting his smooth smile back on*
Kristoph: *Kristoph grins, nodding in understanding as he pulls a file out of the inside pocket of his coat - he always has one with him. He looks much too pleased as he files Wellington's nails for him.* I hate to see fine nails go unpampered.
Wellington: *Watching Kristoph expertly file the nails, it doesn't take him long to realize the man knows exactly what he's doing, and is actually doing a better job on his nails than any other manicurist Wellington remembers. He allows himself to relax even further, coming almost near a trance-like state as he observes the process, letting his plans hang for the moment in favor of the free filing. He swallows a bit more of the wine before offering Kristoph his second hand.* .......Your hands are rather good... *tips his head to the side slightly to get a better look* ...What is the secret to getting your nails that nice?
Kristoph: Ariadoney. *Kristoph smiles* It's a brand of clear protective polish. I wouldn't dream of using anything less. *He finishes with Wellington's nails, giving his hand a brief, squeezing massage before letting go.* Ah, see? Perfect.
Wellington: *His face warms a bit at the massage... the whole treatment felt quite good, this is the first time he had been pampered like that since before being arrested in 2017. He makes a mental note to visit a spa sometime in the near future, and lifts one of his hands to admire the smooth new edges on his nails.* That feels a lot better. ...Ariadoney, you say? I'll remember that brand.
Kristoph: *Kristoph sips his wine, looking quite pleased with himself.* A well groomed man is the only kind of man, I always say. It was my pleasure. *He leans against the counter.* So, what kind of work do you do, Mr. Moroheiya?
Wellington: Mm... Currently? I'm what you might call a "drifting virtuoso". I haven't quite found something worth my time yet. I have enough fortune to sustain my search, at least. *takes another small sip of the wine* ...This Meursault is exquisite. Don't let me drink the whole bottle; you should have some more. *eyes him with a subtle cunningness behind the glare of his slim glasses*
Kristoph: *Kristoph chuckles.* I should warn you, I've been told I'm a different man when under the influence. *All the same he takes another long gulp of his wine, and when he lowers the glass is smiling somewhat foolishly. The alcohol is starting to have a clearer effect on him.*
Wellington: I find that hard to imagine. You seem like a pretty well-put-together man. I'm sure you'll be fine. *Lightly nudges the bottle closer to Kris' glass before enjoying another tiny sip. He's barely doing more than merely tasting his own wine, careful to limit his consumption, despite how enjoyable it is.*
Kristoph: *Kristoph looks at the bottle thoughtfully for a moment, and then shakes his head. He refills his glass with a chuckle.* Why the hell not. I can afford to take the day off tomorrow. Enjoy good wine and good company while you have it, eh? *He takes another drink.*
Wellington: *smiles while Kris consumes more of the wine* Exactly. So tell me more about yourself... unless you'd rather hear more about me.
Kristoph: Mm! Of course. *Kristoph swirls the wine in his glass.* Tell me more about yourself. I feel as if I know you from somewhere...but I can't think of it. Maybe we were at school together?
Wellington: Perhaps. I've been to many colleges in my grand search for the one that would fit me best. I refused to just settle for the first one I got into, you see, knowing there may be better ones out there. You yourself seem like the type who has gone to a finer college.
Kristoph: *Kristoph frowns slightly, not inclined to confess he wasn't able to attend a finer law school.* Yes, of course. I understand - of course you would want to find the school that suits you best. You're still young, aren't you? You have time. *He raises his glass in a toast, though to what is anyone's guess.* You ought to take your time.
Wellington: It'll come to me, I'm sure. But I absolutely won't settle for anything less than the best. *lifts his glass and taps it against Kristoph, then takes another tiny sip while watching him carefully* ...That badge you're wearing, with the Balance of Justice on it... I believe I've seen one like it before. Does it have to do with your profession?
Kristoph: Hm? Oh, yes, of course. *Kristoph turns slightly to show off the badge better. His voice is full of pride* It's my attorney's badge. It's what proves I've qualified to appear in court as defense. Have you ever considered going into law?
Wellington: I may have entertained the idea at some point... *swirls the wine in his glass and eyes the badge with interest* Hmm... there's not much wine left. It's very good, isn't it? I still have some in my glass, so you can have the rest of the bottle. You're the one who bought it, after all.
Kristoph: Ah, thank you. *Kristoph refills his glass with what's left in the bottle, completely distracted from the fact that Wellington hasn't really had that much. He's all too happy to keep drinking it himself.* Well, I hope you give it thought again. There aren't enough clever men of good taste in law, as far as I'm concerned.
Wellington: Perhaps. For now I am enjoying having my options open. The freedom of it is rather enjoyable. *rests his elbow against the counter and smiles coyly while giving his white scarf a light tug, loosening it a bit*
Kristoph: *Kristoph watches closely* But a little freedom can go a long way. It's not good to be idle for too long. *With a sly smile he takes the scarf out of Wellington's hand and pulls it gently, watching the slow reveal of skin beneath it.*
Kristoph: I prefer to be a bit more proactive myself.
Wellington: *Gently but firmly grasps Kristoph's wrist with one hand, stopping his movement. He stares at him quietly for a moment, but then smirks and tips his head sideways, indicating to other bar patrons chatting close by.* Maybe there's someplace a little more quiet...
Kristoph: *Kristoph lets go, and leans back to finish what's in his glass. He's not usually this reckless, but it's been a difficult past few days, and he can use the distraction. He pats Wellington on the shoulder as he pushes to his feet*
Kristoph: I'm sure we can find somewhere "quiet" close by.
Wellington: *lifts his glass and finally downs the last of his wine before he stands, brushes the loose blond part of hair aside, and looks up at the taller man* Lead the way, then. *smirks and waits with his hand on his hip*
Kristoph: *Kristoph puts a hand on the bar, bracing himself for a moment. It was Wellington that came to him after all, so if he has any complaints, they're his own fault. He moves his hand to Wellington's shoulder and starts to steer him towards the back.*
Kristoph: I can't tell you how glad I am you came along tonight, Mr. Moroheiya.
Wellington: Really, it's my pleasure. And if there's anything I can do to show my thanks... *lets the sentence hang in the air while he snakes a hand around Kristoph's waist, easily walking alongside him*
Kristoph: *Kristoph chuckles.* I'm sure we'll think of something. *He leads them to the back of the bar where the restrooms are. Of course, they're still very tasteful, well decorated bathrooms, with dark wood stalls that reach floor to ceiling for extra privacy.*
Wellington: *After scanning the interior of the unoccupied restroom for a moment, Wellington steps away from Kristoph. He undoes the big white diamond-shaped buttons on his blue blazer and lets it slide off his shoulders, revealing his black dress shirt. He hangs the blazer on a hook on the wall, then smirks at Kristoph while quickly pulling his scarf off.* I hope you don't mind if I make myself a little more comfortable. Perhaps you should, too.
Kristoph: I don't mind at all. *Kristoph slips out of his jacket and hangs it up next to Wellington's, then undoes the cuffs of his shirt. His cheeks are a little flush from the alcohol as he grabs for Wellington's scarf, using it to tug him closer.* Is this silk?
Wellington: *smiles a bit wider when Kristoph hangs his jacket, and continues holding the scarf as he's pulled in* High-quality silk, from China. *subtly glances behind Kristoph, then grins slyly and leans in against him, lightly pushing him backwards*
Kristoph: Mmm, I'm jealous. *Kristoph's eyelids droop a little as he allows Wellington to prod him back into the nearest open stall. He runs his hands over the scarf with a smile of satisfaction, then reaches for Wellington's elbows.* Maybe I ought to get one myself.
Wellington: I do think it would look good on you, maybe as good as it looks on me. *his voice is lowered, almost a purr* Then again, I think you're wearing too much right now... *pushes him again*
Kristoph: *Kristoph bumps against the back wall, and frowns momentarily at the close proximity to the urinal. He ignores it a moment later in favor of pulling off his neck tie to shove in a pocket.* Maybe we should do something about that.
Wellington: *Pockets his own scarf, then presses his fingers against Kristoph's hips, and lightly drags his fingers upwards until they reach his ribs, then moves his hands to Kris' forearms, pushing them back behind him while simultaneously pressing his body in close to the man. He tilts his head back far enough to catch Kristoph's gaze and hold eye contact.* I hope you're enjoying yourself.
Kristoph: *Kristoph runs his tongue along the inside of his teeth, watching Wellington with anticipation. He has quite a bit of height over the other man and he assumes the same amount of strength, so he's not alarmed in the least by the subtle detainment.* I can't begin to tell you how much. *He tips his head down expectantly.*
Wellington: Good. *Their faces near until less than an inch of space is between their lips... when there is a sudden, sharp jerk on both of Kristoph's wrists. Wellington smirks triumphantly at the other man before swiftly stepping backwards, away from him.*
Kristoph: *Kristoph closed his eyes when Wellington came in close, but when all he feels is a slight breath of wind ahead of him, he blinks them open once more. When he tries to reach after Wellington--thinking it's a game--and finds his wrists bound (with his own pink necktie) to the pipe connecting to the urinal behind him, his mind doesn't register yet that anything is wrong.
Kristoph: *He chuckles.* Ah, so that's what you're into?
Wellington: Something like that. *smirks and flips his hair arrogantly, then exits the stall and disappears from sight, though the sound of his footsteps indicate that he is still in the restroom*
Kristoph: *Kristoph stares after him in confusion; the alcohol is slowing his reaction time considerably.* What...? Moroheiya? *He gives his hands another tug, harder than the last, and when they don't pull free at all it finally starts to dawn on him.* Where are you going?
Wellington: *appears outside the stall a minute later, wearing Kristoph's lavender-colored blazer, concentrating on adjusting the sleeves* Hmm... it's a bit big on me. Still... I think it looks better on me, don't you? *smirks and wraps his white scarf back around his neck*
Kristoph: *Kristoph stares back at him, dumbfounded. Slowly his face turns bright red, and he starts yanking at his bounds in earnest.* You...You...!! *His voice comes out at a hiss* How dare you...!!
Wellington: *completely ignores the man's anger, while dipping a hand into the pocket of the blazer and withdrawing his wallet, unfolding it to look at the contents* You know, you really shouldn't be keeping this in an outside pocket. Not that I wouldn't have gotten it anyways... *finally looks at Kristoph, smirking*
Kristoph: You... you miserable...! *Kristoph seethes, and tries to step away from the wall, but is quickly jerked back.* No one steals from me! Untie me this instant!
Wellington: *laughs coldly* Why would I do that? Oh, but don't worry, I'm sure someone will find you eventually. But in a place like this, you should pray that the person who finds you actually wants to untie you. *laughs again, pocketing the wallet* Thank you for the wine. I've had better, though. *turns and walks out of the restroom, only pausing to pick up his own blazer and carry it with him*
Kristoph: Wait, you bastard! *Kristoph jerks and even tries kicking helplessly, but he only manages to catch the door of the stall and swing it shut.* Come back here! I'll kill you, you son of a bitch! THIS IS INTOLERABLE!!
Kristoph: *He continues to rave long after Wellington has gone, unheard by the men outside enjoying the pleasant bar atmosphere.*