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“I know you youngsters are really into the whole zombie apocalypse thing, so here’s a survival trip: you can get the same amount of protein a regular cheeseburger has from a single grasshopper. Pretty cool, isn’t it?”
And how would you know that? From personal experience?
I think I’d enjoy it even without either, to be honest. Uh, I don’t want to be conceited, but yeah. At least that’s what people tell me. My manager even wants to make me a supervisor.
Well damn, I’m going to have to pay yours a visit sometime and find just how good you are. It’s not conceited, more impressive to me at least, and congratulations. That isn’t easy work, especially in New York.
Daniel frowned at the forwardness, yet he found it quite charming. As Montreal walked up to him, he move to let him pass, and dared close the door behind him as he spoke. Obviously, they were not going to leave after all. “But, what if I have one too?” He joked, tilting his head a little and smirking. Now they were sort of trapped in the narrow passage. “After you.” He said, arm straight up, pointing up the stairs. “Door’s open upstairs.” He paused one second. “So, should we start with the 20 questions now? Or do I wait until you’re semi-drunk?”
Monty showed him an always friendly smile, “It would have to be a damn good one.” He replied, enjoying the sight of the smirk stretched across Daniel’s lips. With the invitation Montreal didn’t miss a step and entered with confidence but hesitant only to walk where Daniel welcomed him. The Englishman laughed to himself, “I might have exaggerated slightly over text. Really, I just wanted to actually follow through on a meeting for once. Some of the guys want to know every detail and it gets so repetitive after the tenth time, then you end up nowhere like you started. So you understand the least I deserve is a drink in the meantime, right? If you’re so keen to ask.”
“I was starting to wonder if you’d ever get here.” Daniel greeted the man, opening the door for him to enter to the small stairs that went above the shop, to his apartment. “So, are you risking me not being a murderer, or do you prefer to hit the bar down the street?” He asked, ready to leave, if that was what the man wanted.
“Island hopping can be a pain, but it’s always worth while.” Montreal glanced about the space before climbing the stairs just behind Daniel, happy to find him as attractive as he appeared online. “If you put it that way my life has been at great risk 300 times over. I’ve found the net is filled with more girls obsessing over older men than the other way around.” Monty teased. “I’ll take my chances, Daniel. I have an ace up my sleeve if you give me any shit.”
Then come over. I have almost any drink you could want.
I do hope so.
Montreal never made a big deal about meeting with people outside of Brooklyn, his social life would be non-existent if he did. After receiving the information Monty got a fresh shirt on and headed Daniel’s direction. It took twenty minutes to reach his front door and ring the bell. Montreal only hoped that the time to drive over wouldn’t cause the offer to expire.
I don’t mind playing 20 questions if you want to, but texting and driving don’t mix, and I wouldn’t want you crashing on your way over here.
It’s not my sort of thing to be honest. I’d rather have a drink in my hand before you start probing me--in that way, at least.
Is the sky blue? Of course I up to treating you.
You’re far too kind. Just name the time and place and I’ll be there. Unless you want to play 20 questions here before hand like the others tend to.
Anyone up for a couple of drinks?
If you’re up to treat me, absolutely.
It’s fine. I probably worded it to unintentionally mislead you. It’d be pretty neat to have a twin though, I think. From what I’ve gathered from the sibs, I think they like it. Boston is nice. We used to visit it a lot when we were kids. I love New York, it’s fantastic. I’ve been living here for about eleven or twelve years now. Ever since the beginning of college. Sorry if I’m rambling.
More competition, that is if your twin were also male and just as handsome. It’s a wonderful part of the country, everything’s very different than England. Goodness, that is a very long time, but I’m happy you've felt at home here. Not at all, you’re very interesting, I like to know more. As long as you want to share.
That’s basically the only reason I work there, to be honest. The money’s just an added perk, I guess.
Money and caffeine are great motivators for hard labor. Are you the best barista they have?
They’re the twins, not me. It’s still pretty cool, though. Yeah, they don’t live in New York. I moved here, the rest of my family is in Massachusetts.
Oh, my mistake. I visited Boston once, in the spring time, it was beautiful. Has the big city treated you well so far?
More than that, on a good day. Ugh, I know. It’s gotten to the point where I need to have one like at least three or four times a week or else my head starts hurting.
I guess any of us would get that way if we worked for free Starbucks. Having caffeine withdraws sucks.
Yeah, I’ve got a younger twin brother and sister. Love ‘em to death, but I don’t get to see them that often.
A twin? Lucky you, that’s really cool. Do they live far apart from you?
not so lonely || isaiah & monty
The hardwood floor his bare feet were on top of was warm. It was comforting. He had very seren indie music playing on the record player. He always lived his ife like this. Mellow, intriguing, yet still very stimulating. Isaiah was constantly burning candles and incense. The incense wasn’t strong, in fact it was very light but still recognizable. The candles were all vanilla, but didn’t effect the lighting, not at this time in the day. Most of it was to mask the smells of the smoke he constantly was creating. As he fully let the smoke escape his lips, he released a few soft coughs along with it. A wide, wide smile grew upon his face in adoration of the other. The other’s hand resting on his jaw felt great, but not as good as the other’s hand on his inner thigh. Isaiah’s prideful eyes were looking deeply into Monty’s, a strong connection there. “Well,” Isaiah began to say, leaning in just a tad closer to the handsome other “You don’t have to wonder much longer.” His voice was soft, and sweet. Isaiah saw what he wanted, and was determined to get it in a gentle way.
Isaiah’s persona was easy to latch onto and Montreal knew that if he ever crossed paths with him again, and drew in the aroma of smoke and vanilla, he would have a very difficult time managing a tent in his trousers. It was rare Monty found a man who could taint every corner of his senses but this only left him drunk with desire. Especially when Isaiah smiled so wide and showed a slight arrogance in his gaze it caused an urgency to flutter inside of Montreal’s chest. Without hesitating further he pressed open lips against Isaiah’s, savoring the kiss though it was their first since he tasted even better than Montreal had imagined. The hand on Isaiah’s inner thigh moved up to hold beneath the waistline, knuckles barely grazing against his groin, some pressure there as Montreal thought now rather than later. He enjoyed being leisurely and casual but he couldn’t bear spending another moment so close to Isaiah without making contact.
I love working at Starbucks so much sometimes. Just bought five venti-size drinks and a bagel, only paid a dollar and five cents.
You can drink two large coffees on your own? Someone’s addicted.
Zurich… Oh god, that one’s kind of bad. At least he doesn’t have to worry about getting his name mixed up with anyone else, considering it’s so unique. You as well.
Yes, at the very least we’re unique. What about you though, do you have any siblings?
