One little fish in a very big pond

Johnny Falkland. 25. Escort.

[tate-sawyer]

[Tate doesn’t always do bars well. He can do smalltalk if he needs to, the kind of idle chitchat that one has with strangers. He’s good at it, usually leaves people with a good impression of him. He just doesn’t see the point. When he walks away at the end of the night, they’re still strangers.

But that’s if he does walk away. But he historically hasn’t been very good at pulling in bars, either. Usually just sets himself up with a drink and waits to see who comes to him. Flies, and he’s the honey.

He’s trying something different. Outside of his comfort zone and pushing himself even farther, breaking from all his staid patterns in search of something new.

Of course, that doesn’t help when the guy doesn’t even hear him.]

Just that you looked lonely. [He shrugs, an easy grin, taking it in stride as he slides into the stool next to him, pushes his empty tumbler across the bar for a refill.] Kind of ruined my smooth entrance there, though.

[johnny-falkland]

[Johnny stopped playing with the ice when he realized the man really did want to have a conversation with him. Hearing the man's words, his eyes flick over towards the couple again who were still flirting but now the blonde was sitting in the man's lap. Watching them made him realize just how fuckin' sad her probably looked to the outside world.] Yeah.. well, I'm pretty sure that's my default face now. [He picks the drink up and places it on his lips.] Sorry if it bothers you, mate.

[Once the glass was back on the bar, he turned to face the man that was now sitting next to him, a light smile on his lips as he spoke.] Nah, not really. You're an attractive man, who looks nice enough. I'm sure this is all part of your plan. 

[victorxgray]

I want to make this entirely clear.

[Victor was biting his tongue. It was a tough thing to do for the man, and to some, he still came off as extremely harsh, even when he tried to be kind. Nevertheless, he’d had a long night; Blake hadn’t slept well in his new bed, and had cried all night about how Mummy would have wanted them to stay back in their place, and…]

[And now, he was distracting himself with a pack of cigarettes outside of the restaurant, thumb absently flicking his zippo and then snapping it shut, little movements here and there to bring the fire to life and let it go.]

I don’t take requests. What’s on the menu is on the menu. If you want something else, go to fucking McDonalds.

[johnny-falkland]

[Johnny's head perked up at the sound of someone talking. He hadn't been looking for a conversation – he normally never was – but this one sparked his interest.] Didn't think you would, mate. Besides, no one does McDonalds better then the golden arches themselves. 

[He smiled, putting the cigarette he was smoking back between his lips to take another long drag. Looking at where they were standing outside his eyes flicked back to the man.] You cook 'ere or somethin'? 

[johnny-falkland]

[Johnny sat in his seat at the end of the bar, his head resting on his hand as he alternated playing with the ice in his drink and watching a couple in mid conversation sitting a few seats away from him. He wouldn't have paid any attention or really cared at all if the woman who was trying – and by the looks of it succeeding – to pick up the poor man didn't look so much like Jade.

Muttering angrily at himself for bringing her up he finished the drink quickly before sliding it back to the bartender for a refill. When the glass was a third full again it was placed in front of him so that he could resume playing with the ice that floated in the clear liquid. Hearing someone sit down on the stool next to him broke his concentration. Lifting his head, he spoke roughly] You say somethin'? 

[johnny-falkland]

[relentlessclimb]