I'm not interested in being polite or heterosexual

Kiaan Bakshi || 26 || Scarlet Dahlias || Owner of The Red Room

[kiaan-bakshi]

the-eastonmitchell​:

Easton sighed. “Peace…between us.” He shook his head. Things had become such a mess. What happened with Michael and now Gabrielle missing. Things were all over the place and Easton had no control over anything. That was part of what was driving him crazy about all of this. Easton was a man who had to have control over everything, or at least an appearance of control at all times. But right now, he was all over the place and this was his worst case scenario.  “Thanks.” He said to the bartender as he slide across payment for the two drinks and a hefty tip.

Easton felt the other move closer to him before pulling it back. Easton nodded at his comment about others. He knew that it might be noticed. But he enjoyed the others company as much as anyone else, or really more than anyone elses he entertained. Kiaan challenged him in ways others didn’t try to and it was why he always went back for more. But he knew it was a dangerous game and he knew that no matter what he or they may have wanted, it wasn’t a game they couldn’t continue playing forever. The events of recent months showed him just how dangerous it could be. “I guess history shows us no matter what we do, disaster is where any of this would have headed.” He responded taking a drink from his glass.

“So why is it then, that we both know this is a bad idea, yet neither one of us are walking away right now?” He asked, contemplating the question himself. He was always measured in all his actions, never taking risks that didn’t have specific calculated outcomes. But right now, here he stood, next to someone who was probably the last person he should be, wanting nothing more than to capture his lips in his own in this room full of people, half of which would shoot him dead where he stood before he could even get close enough to press his lips to the others.

Conclusion

Taking the apparent out that Easton was giving him, Kiaan tried to leave the conversation but Easton stopped him with a hand on his arm. The space around them got quiet, more that a few sets of hostile and wary eyes fixated on the scene before Kiaan quietly insisted that Easton let him go. The other man did so, reluctantly, and moved to leave while Kiaan did the same.

END.

[kiaan-bakshi]

amaracatan​:

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Amara couldn’t help but smirk when the male spoke about those who surrounded them. Her head fell into a nod as she approached him and placed an hand upon his chest. “I do love it when you speak about correcting people.” Her brow wiggled with a slight lift of the corner of her lips. She’d seen the wrath that lived beneath the surface a time or two and it had been enough to capture the woman’s attention. While young in appearance, he could demand attention of a room with a mere glance. “I do hope I’m in the vicinity should you have to correct someone, mon amour.” Her voice fell in octave as she whispered the words against the shell of his ear before placing a kiss to his cheek. 

“It would be a sight to see. I’ll have to decide if I want to risk that many lives.” Amara spoke with a lift and fall of her shoulder. She’d shared many dances that perhaps she’d reserve one with Kai in a much more private setting. “Do you have your eye on anyone or are you undecided?” She asked as dark hues peered around, hoping to find a figure that stood out amongst the rest. When she settled on no one, chocolate hues returned to him. “I would be honoured, my love. Shall we?” A well manicured hand slid into his before she took a step back to the dance floor as to guide him into the masses of moving bodies.

Conclusion:

After carefully avoiding answering Amara’s question about who caught his eyes with his usual dramatics and self-assuredness, Kiaan and Amara had a lovely dance together, then another as the next song was too good to pass up, before they parted ways for the moment.

END.

[kiaan-bakshi]

charlottearslan​:

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Pressing her lips upward, Charlotte offered her friend a smile, though she knew it didn’t reach her eyes completely. It was easy to get lost in the mystical sentiments of Kiaan, though when her head was this busy already, sometimes she found herself lingering in the shadows. “A talent? Perhaps we should all be as bold as you, Ki.” Rolling her eyes, the woman brought her glass to her lips, taking a lengthy sip. “You’re a man who makes me think, I will give you that much, and your beauty, well it is undeniable.” Reaching out, she squeezed his arm before straightening up. “Would you hate me if I left for a moment? I thought I might sneak around to a few familiar faces.”

//

“Keep the compliments rolling in, darling.” Kiaan instructed with teasing smile. “However, I must say that if all were as bold as myself, the world would be a rather terrible place. Those kind of personalities at a constant clash is bound to be another level of tiring.” He reasoned. After she squeeze his arm and made her request, Kiaan simply shook his head. “I could never hate you, lovely. Go mingle, just save me a dance when you’re finally ready to be properly swept off your feet.” He insisted.

END.

[kiaan-bakshi]

amaracatan​:

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“Speak for yourself, mon amour. You’re delectable.” The brunette said as she looked over Kiaan. “Well, one can only wish to turn the room against them. Mainly because I hate, at least, half of the people in this godforsaken room.” She said on a sigh before leaning into the embrace from the other. She knew Kiaan well enough to know when he’d taken a few sips and she was certain he could tell from her gaze that she, too, had consumed her fair share of champagne glasses. “I can’t say that he has. He’ll be sure to make up for that later on tonight. Plus, I’d feel a little unsafe swinging him around on the dance floor. “No worries, love. I’ll make him do more than lift and dip me tonight. He’ll crawl and beg, too.” Some teases, of course. But there was some truth to her words.

//

“That’s what I like to hear.” Kiaan replied, smiling without a single ounce of coyness in him. When Amara brought his attention to the rest of the people that were roving about in the venue, Kiaan gave his shoulders a languid shrug and kept her against his side. “They’ll get there’s, Mara, my love. They’ll get their’s and if they come at us tonight over what they think they know versus what we know for a fact they have done, I will more than graciously correct them.” He told her. When it came to the other gang, Kiaan had regained so much of the anger and hurt that he had felt towards them. It had taken Michael a long time to get Kiaan to let go of grudge for the gang that had killed his father just for that very gang to turn around and kill Michael. It was nearly poetic.

Brought back to the presence by the topic of dancing, Kiaan couldn’t help but laugh at the image Amara had brought to mind. “That’s fair enough, darling. He’s likely to take out a whole crowd of people with one misstep.” He conceded then smiled brilliantly at the rest of her apparent plans for that night. “You enjoy that and I’ll have to find a treat of my own for the end of the night.” Kiaan reasoned before extending a hand to the woman. “In the meantime, care for a dance?”

[kiaan-bakshi]

charlottearslan​:

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“You’re going to ruin me before we’re even mid-way through the event.” Shaking her head, Charlotte laughed quietly as her gaze wandered around the party. So many familiar faces, and yet still some she didn’t know. It made her a bit anxious, and silently she hoped Ryan was fairing better wherever he might have ended up. “If my date insists, who am I to deny?” Grinning, she reached out and squeezed his arm gently before nodding towards the bartender. “So tell me, dearest Kiaan, who are you catching the eye of tonight?”

//

“It’s worth the ruin, I assure you. This was an excellent year.” Kiaan insisted before simply draining his glass, obviously not taking the time to enjoy the flavor that he had just hyped up. His smile was playful as he made a sound of appreciation before passing the empty glass on a passing worker of the event. “You can’t deny me, date or not. It’s a talent of mine, really.” He told her, one hand gesturing a bit dramatically until her question had him sobering slightly. He eyed her for a moment, as if trying to feel out her intentions, before turning on the dramatics once more. It was a sigh and a pretty eye roll that he preformed now before speaking. “Everyone, dear heart. There is not a soul in this room whose eyes won’t linger for at least a moment on you and I alike. One of the woes us beauties must bare.”

[kiaan-bakshi]

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“You clean up beautifully, dear heart. Are you trying to give ever single person in here a reason to either hate their date or hate themselves?” Kiaan asked as he took a step around Amara, coming to stand in front of her with a smile before greeting her with a kiss to either cheek. Was he a couple of drinks deep? Sure. Did that mean that he loved Amara any more than usual? Of course not. His appreciation for the woman was transcendent and ever-lasting. “Tell me, has Kai at least taken you for a spin around the dance floor? Being lifted and dipped by that giant is the only thing missing to make you the absolute envy of all.” Kiaan reasoned.

[kiaan-bakshi]

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“If I say that I am surprised to find that your bunch of miscreants are able to properly dress yourselves, would that be offensive?” Kiaan asked with a pretty tilt of his head and a smile that, though wide and gleaming, was a bit too sharp to be considered one of simple friendliness. “Though, I am known for my eye when it comes to such a thing. You’d make a killing with that jawline in the right circles, apple. Affiliation aside, beauty trumps all in this city, yes? That and money.” Kiaan commented, nearly sighing out the end. He was as bad as any when it came to the easy corruption that Sin City provided, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t tire him all the same. “Tell me, which is your poison? You’ve been around as long as I’ve known so what’s keeping you? Family? Money? Fear of anything else?” He asked, trying to get at the root of what he knew best. People’s desires.

[kiaan-bakshi]

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“Don’t look now but I do believe the client who has asked after you several times is looking this way.” Kiaan said to his friend, leaning close so that his words were finding home in her ear and no one else’s. In the same movement he took a step back, twisting one way and then coming back to face her once more but with two wine glasses in hand as if they had been magically summoned. “Truly, I should be familiar with the fact that people don’t seem to be able to get a hint, but it still continues to surprise and annoy me after all this time.” Kiaan commented, rolling his eyes before taking a sip from his own glass and offering the other out to her.

[kiaan-bakshi]

the-eastonmitchell​:

East resisted the urge to grab his smart mouth with his own right there, knowing that while he had his own back up ready at a moments notice if anything went down. the stakes at the moment with Gabrielle Medina still missing were much too high for him to mess with. He took a final drink from his glass, the ice cubes clinking to the bottom as the golden liquid previously contained in the glass was no longer present. “Sweet dove?” He repeated back shaking the glass lightly towards the bartender to get a new drink. “Need a refill love?” He questioned the man next to him. “Scotch, oldest you have on the shelf and whatever he wants.” He told the bartender with a slight nod to Kiann.

“Unfortunately this night is much more of a working night than I would like it to be. I’m sure I have your family to thank for that.” He said adjusting the lapel on his jacket.” But, things seem to be going smoothly so far. And that pretty little mouth of yours is just begging for attention.” He said as he picked up the refreshed drink. “Will your date notice you are gonna if I hide you in a closet for a little while.” 

//

“Perhaps not the best of nicknames for you at the current given that the dove symbolizes peace and there is anything but that between us.” Kiaan reflected before giving his shoulders a languid shrug. Maybe he wasn’t exactly combative with anyone from the other side, not openly, but he was still out for blood to repay the lost life of his cousin and he knew that the Golden Syndicate were out for retaliation regarding what they thought maybe happened to their members as well. “I’ll never say no to free booze.” He replied before looking to the bartender after watching Easton’s expression closely as he ordered for himself. “An old fashioned, please, dearest.” Kiaan said, turning dark eyes to the bartender as he spoke and giving him a smile of faux promise as was simply natural for him.

Turning his attention back to Easton, Kiaan decided that he needed to put restrictions on himself that night before he gave in to his rather crass urges that so often undermined his moral or logical ones. Shifting in place, the young man stretched an arm down the bar enough to place Easton with in the boundaries of his own space and tilted his head slightly. Suddenly, he could feel the amount of eyes that had turned to them. “Others might.” He said simply, leaning back and facing the bar rather than the rival VP only once the drink was placed on the bar top in front of him. “How long are we planning to pretend that this-” He paused to swirl his drink in the glass, gesturing between them. “-is going to lead to anything other than some really intense self-hatred, Easton?” Kiaan asked on a sigh, contemplating the other out of the corner of his eye before shaking his head and taking a delicate sip from his glass.

[kiaan-bakshi]

TASK 002 : THEME SONG.

1. River

Shut your mouth, baby, stand and deliver Holy hands, will they make me a sinner? Like a river, like a river Shut your mouth and run me like a river

2. Lalala

Amex, no cap, eight hundred score They wonder how, how I guap like that I rap my lyrics when I perform They wonder how, how I stride like that Married to the grind, I brought my ring I'm corny but your girly want the dick Modest with my jewels but check the bank Finally got the money, say my thanks

3. Money

I was born to flex Diamonds on my neck I like boardin' jets, I like mornin' sex  But nothing in this world that I like more than checks

[kiaan-bakshi]

charlottefinley​:

@crimesoflasvegasstarters​

“So, are we here to drink our troubles away or are we here to celebrate the party?” Charlotte questioned as she leaned across the bar when the newest patron sat down just a few stools away. The night was only starting, and her stare had been noting the many unfamiliar faces that attended as guests for the event. But so far, not many had caught her attention. Which was leading her to believe that as the evening grew later, more would surely show. 

“What are you drinking?” 

“Two birds with one stone, sweetheart.” Kiaan replied without missing a beat, moving down a few stools to be nearer to his date once he realized they had ended up in the same place after parting to mingle. “Who drinks for just the one?” He asked incredulously, banishing the thought with a wave of a ring-clad hand before looking to his drink and then to the bartender hovering nearby. “Another one of these, would you please? And two glasses of champagne, we are drowning woes and celebrating all in one. We need the gambit.” He insisted of the man.

[kiaan-bakshi]

the-eastonmitchell​:

@kiaan-bakshi​

Easton had decided it best for him to go it alone tonight. He had even considered ignoring the dress code. But decided it was probably best if he made sure he was able to blend a little. He was however feeling very naked not having his gun on him. He never went anywhere without it so to have left it out, he was definitely jumpy. But, his mind was often being distracted by a certain brunette who was across the room. And now he saw that same man standing at the bar by himself. He walked up next to the man but didn’t look at him, looked straight ahead at the wall behind the bartender.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, I might have to do something about it here in the middle of the room with all these eyes on us.” He said as he took a drink from his glass.

//

With Charlotte on his arm that night, Kiaan knew that he was in for a good time without expectations or strings attached and that left him more than a little room for stirring up trouble- a specialty of his. It wasn’t as if Kiaan had set out with the goal of teasing and taunting the VP of the gang that was his family’s rival, one that he had quite the past with thanks to his now deceased cousin. It was more that the dice just happened to fall that way. Not to mention, Kiaan knew that the entire gang he was a part of was under deep suspicion from the gang that the other man was a part of. It added a layer of complication between them that only three glasses of champagne could whisk away.

“Such pretty threats you make, sweet dove.” Kiaan purred in return, a pleased smile playing across his lips though he didn’t glance the other’s way. He could recognize Easton’s voice rather easily after all- unique as it was. “We both know you so much as reach towards me too quick and things will pop off. I may not carry the Whitlock last name, but shared blood is shared blood. Besides, I’m particularly beloved, don’t you know? I mean, look at this face.” He reasoned, dancing his own fingertips along his jawline, the many rings that adorned his fingers clattering as he did so. “You have a date this evening, dearest?” Kiaan questioned, already knowing the answer but asking anyways.

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Avan Jogia photographed by Craig McDean for Interview magazine, 2015

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Avan Jogia as Ulysses Zane in ‘Now Apocalypse’ 1.02

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