We don't have to dance...

Michael Holzter || 25 || Staff at The Haus of Perses|| Staff Contact Number: 99799|| NC-17 RP Blog  

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to-the-edge:

He’s been here a couple of months, now, and though the Jacuzzi’s in the client rooms take a strong second to being one of his favourite pleasures about the Haus, his first would have to be the outdoor pool at night. Heated, and lit with calming blue and purple lights, he likes to sit on the edge of it in the evenings, when people have retired to their rooms and the sounds of the community are reduced to that peaceful hush of nightfall. With little more than the subtle thumping base of the nightclub on the other side of the resort, and maybe some muffled voices from balconies above, Chase could hear the crickets, and the sigh of the breeze through the trees. 

Chase grew up in a city. Urban born and bred, he wasn’t used to the utter silence of being away from traffic—from screaming drunks and crazies roaming the backs of bars looking for cigarette stubs. He wasn’t used to the peaceful hug of nature, and though there were a lot of things he truly missed about London—even Leeds, actually—there were some blessings he was grateful for, moving here. Sometimes he felt like he was worlds away from any trouble, protected in this little oasis. Sure, staff didn’t have it as good as the Clients, in terms of luxuries, but with what was at Chase’s back and where he came from—this was the best he’d ever had it, easily. Plus, they were treated well and paid handsomely. One day he could afford to travel, to see the world. To live, maybe. That was something he’d never even bothered dreaming about, before coming here. 

The scuffing of footsteps made him look up in surprise, and he was suddenly glad he hadn’t lit up that smoke he’d been hankering for, because they weren’t really supposed to smoke in places clients might be trying to enjoy, without specific permission. Staff were expected never to inconvenience clients in anyway. 

“Oh—barely heard ya come up,” he said with an easy smile, eyes trying to decipher the face int he dim light. 

Michael slipped outside before pulling his shirt back over his head. Some client had grabbed him for a quickie in the back of the bar and pushed him off after the guy was done. Rude. He blew out a breath feeling hard and frustrated. the guy didn't say thank you. Oh well. He would just have to walk it off or go cruising for someone else to finish himself off. He strolled along heading toward the pool, pulling a pack of smoke out of his pocket, He hadn’t had on in months, but he felt like he could use one now as he lit up drawing the smoking into his lungs. 

He took a few more drags letting the night air wash over him. At least it was nice out that night, mild without a cloud in the sky. he could see all the stars where he stood. They dimmed thought as he moved closer to the pool area. the light surrounding it blurring the stars from his vision. They were replaced by something else that caught his attention. 

He moved over to where someone sat at the edge of the water. He started to say something when the other turned speaking first. Michael smiled take another pull of his cigarette. “Sorry. I wasn’t trying to sneak up on ya.” He plopped down next the guy, grinning, his smoke hanging off his lower lip. “Nice night huh?”

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harperyagerjoy:

Harper’s heart dropped every time he looked at Michael. There would be other people around him that he had gotten close too- smiled at, but none were Michael. The boy had inexplicably wormed his way into Harper’s system, forcing the other to realize that running away was no longer an option if it meant leaving the pale, raven-haired boy behind.”You look good in everything you were- you just look more comfortable in this.” His fingers went to the fabric of the dress, thumb caressing over the top of the shoulder. “It’s practically made for you- I mean, it probably was, what size is this? Is it in the negatives?” He teased in a monotoned voice, his arms bringing in the other close to him. “I want to dance with you… Just- don’t make fun of me when I fuck up.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the other’s lips, feeling a rush of warmth spread through him.

Michael grinned feeling a little lightheaded at harper's words. Harper was one in a million. He couldn't imagine how he had even come across the other, especially in the place like this, but here they were. Gaping at each other like too silly teenagers. It was enough to make one roll their eyes and yet Michale couldn't be so cynical. Not about this and not about Haper.  He did, however, roll his eyes at Harper joke, scoffing and lightly smacking the other hand away. “Just because I have a good metabolism doesn't mean you can get shady with me.” He grinned thought when Harper pulled him in close, his arms going around the other neck. “I wouldn't make fun of you. Not if you were trying.” Michael continued to smile as Harper kissed him. It was silly the way he toes curled in his shoes and he felt under his skin. He broke from the kiss, taking Harper's hand in his. “Come on. There play something so so we can start off easy on you.”

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maxriccocamp:

“I think a broom closet would be insulted at the comparison.” He finds himself joking. Max was looking forward to working at the camp, always a people pleaser and willing to do most things to make sure they were happy. “Oh yeah, I know the other half. Who wouldn’t come here for that?” He chuckles, reaching to shake the other’s hand. “Name’s Max. Please don’t call me Maxie, I hate that name.”

“You would be surprised,” Michael said. “There a few people here in it just for the money and then there are few are here because of, well pretty messed up reasons.” He shook the guy's hand smiling. “So a no on the Maxie. That's cool with me. Max sounds better anyway. Like you could be a hero in an action movie or something. So when did you get in? Were you able to make the party?”

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xavier-xander:

Xavier looked down at his suit, glad that Michael approved of his choice of outfit. He had to admit that he picked tonight’s clothes thinking about the tips and advice that the dark haired man had given him the other day. “I have to thank you. I’ve actually gotten various compliments about my clothes tonight and it is mostly due to you.” He smiled. “And you look really good. Only you could pull it off, honestly.” 

Michael was pleased. Xavier looked amazing and the fact he had a small hand in that was gratifying. “You're welcome,” he said as they danced. He laughed ducking his head for just a second at the compliment. “You think?” He was giddy a the praise. “Thanks for saying so. Ordered this at the last minute and was worried that it would come into time for the party. Not that I couldn't wear it some other time but where is the fun in that?”

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kingsleycamden:

At the mention of money the blonde laughed, like belly laughed straight from the pit of his stomach, “you actually think i’m paid to be here?”  Oh that was good, hilarious even, “let me give you a little history lesson kid.  My brother and I, we were fucking traded as currency so that my father would live to see another day, we’re no more valuable than the chairs we sit in…then the fucking rugs they walk all over.  We don’t see a fucking dime,” he rolled his eyes giving Michael a glimpse into what he was more pissed off about anything in the world.  How could a father basically dismiss his children to live as slaves just to save his own ass?  He didn’t even fucking think twice, there was no hesitation, “being here may be all fun and games for you, but for me?”  He shook his head dismissing the question before he even answered for himself, no, he had to get that out of his mind.

He wasn't being paid? That didn't make sense. Why would someone be here to work if they were getting paid? Sure having crazy sex all the time was great but the money was better in Michael's opinion. You could do more with money than you could sex. Michael raised one sleek eyebrow his frown deepening as the other spoke. “Wow. Okay. Yeah, that's fucked,” he said. No wonder the other was so crabby. And here Michael thought his dad was a dick, but nope. This guys father took the cake. “So are you and your brother here against your will? How? Like what? Are the Blackwells threatening your lives if you try to leave?” Which did and didn't make sense to Michael. He didn't doubt it in some way, but at the same time, it seemed pointless. Like was it really worth it because even though they would get money from the work that this guy and his brother did, it obvious didn't mean shit to the dad and in Michael's experience it would better to go after him and make him pay. “Have you guys tried leaving? Then maybe the Blackwells would off your dad and you could kill two birds with one stone?”

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kingsleycamden:

The second the other sat beside him uninvited he gave him a sharp look, remembering him from their last encounter that had lasted all of 3.6 seconds out by the gardens.  "I was, but then you had to come and ruin that fun didn’t you?“  He groaned as he leaned back in the chair staring infront of him.  How was it this kid could be so fucking chipper whenever he saw him?  "You should have taken that as your hint to disappear,” not that this kid looked like he could figure out hints all that easily.  "I’m not glum,“ he insisted, did people in this day and age even use that word anymore?  Oh right, in the past half an hour he’d heard it twice, this was totally not his place of happiness.  "I’m just bored, here I thought the clients of the Haus were supposed to be of worth and value, and yet-” absolutely fucking nothing.

“D'aww,” Michael said giving the other a mock lock of sympathy and hurt. “that's not nice. You should really work on that.” He really didn't know what this guys issue was. Maybe he was one those people that were natural miserable. He had already let one ass like get the better of him so one would think that Michael would just walk away. He had already done that once before to this same guy, but yet he was curious and that always got the better of him. He really didn't give a slight frown as the other said he was bored. He shrugged a shoulder as the other spoke. “Yeah, well, what can you do? Just smile and take the money your getting paid for this and find something better to do.”

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harperyagerjoy:

Harper ever had a moment alone with his boyfriend, the person that mattered to him most in this world- sure he had had flings, a few which he wasn’t completely proud of, but at the end of the day the one person he wanted to wake up next to was the pale raven haired staff member. His hands pushed into his pockets as his eyes scanned the crowd, fearing he had missed the other, or that he had been pulled away into the night which seemed logical. Michael was gorgeous, he could see how other’s could flock to him and his personality. Just as he was about to give up looking though, a hand was placed on his arm, as a familiar voice pushed a genuine smile on his lips. His body turned as he took in the other man, the smile staying, “Now this outfit- this is so much more you.” He whispered softly, leaning forward to press a kiss at the top of his nose, “Depends, you know I’m a shit dancer.”

The moment Michael saw Harper it was natural that he walked up to him. Why not? Harper just clicked with him in a way that most other people didn't. The two of them flowed, not pushed against each other or questioning too much. It all just worked and Michael couldn't believe his good luck when he came to Harper.  He beamed when Harper turned around, giving the other little twirl to better show off the dress. “I don't know. I thought I looked good in the suit, but you're right. This is more comfortable. Plus look at the detail on the lace. That's craftsmanship.” He smile grew as the other kissed his, feeling his skin heat up from the affection in that gesture. “That's okay. I can dance well enough for the both us, but if you have something else in mind I am open ti suggestions.”

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xavier-xander:

Xavier turned when he heard a familiar voice coming from behind him. It was Michael decked out in a flouncy little black dress. “Why do I have the feeling that the only reason why you wanna dance is so you can show off your pretty dress?” He pointed out in a chuckle, but took Michal by the hand to guide him towards the dance floor. 

Michael smiled as he was led out on the dance floor. “It’s a reason, but not the only reason.” He placed his free hand on the other’s shoulder as they began to move to the music. “Another reason was you were looking too good in that suit to not ask for one dance. It’s so nice when people take my advice.”

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kingsleycamden:

After the pairings were finished, him and Nik had made their one lap around the grounds and went their separate ways, Camden found himself wandering the Haus alone.  He no longer was in that much of a partying mood, not that he’d been in one at all from the start, but now as he watched the happy delusional couples all frolicking around it made him aggravated.  How could people be so fucking happy in a place like this?  He sat on one of the chairs in the lobby, having grown bored of wandering, and just listened to the conversations as they passed.  He was finding it hard to keep himself held together though, afraid he was starting to fray at the seams and he’d unravel, and the Haus would hate to see him come undone.  He’d bring everyone to their fucking knees - tonight, he just needed a distraction.

Michael strolled the hallways coming back from his room and changing his outfit. Coming into the lobby, he spotted someone sulking in a chair. He approached them already recognize them. What in the world were they doing in the lobby alone instead of being at the party? that made absolutely no scene to Michael, who lived for a good party. He plopped down in the chair next to them, uninvited, crossing his ankles and smiled. “Hey there Anti-social. Boy, it looks like you’re having a blast over here by yourself.” He adjusted the skirt on his dress and slung one arm over the back of his chair looking around the lobby. “So what’s got you looking so glum?”

[michaelxholzter]

After the two hours were up, Michael made his way back to his room to slip out of his suit and into a cute little dress he had picked up with the suit. He had wanted to wear it for the party but he thought that his date for the evening might be put off by it so he went with the suit just for starters. It was a decision he didn’t mind. It gave him an excuse to wear both outfits and dazzle the other party guest with his versatile wardrobe and good taste.  He slipped on some black flats and headed back outside in the open air. He headed straight for the first person he saw, touching their arm and smiling at them. “Wanna dance?”  

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maxriccocamp:

The halls were so confusing, Max was sure he ended up getting lost. All he was doing was looking for his room. Eyes scanning the area for a few minute. He knew that his room was on the first floor, other than that he wasn’t sure of much. Finally finding the area where he’d be staying, Max puts his clothes away. Going back out to the main lobby, a smile spreading across his face. “The room is still bigger than my apartment.” He states with a chuckle. 

“Let me guess, You used to living in something the size of a broom closet?” Michael hopped up from where he had been sitting in the lobby, tossing the book that he hadn’t really been reading back down on the seat. Someone would pick it up and return to the library later he was sure. “I had an apartment like that back in New York and it was the worst. Couldn't turn around without scraping your elbows. It was half the reason I came here to work. the other half was, well, you know?” He grinned at the other and stuck a hand. “Name’s Michael and you are?”

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donttakeachance:

“You just gotta always have a bottle prepared.” Chance replied with his own smirk. “See that’s the hard part. I can dance worth shit. I could maybe do that swaying stuff where you just go side to side and as for mingling. I truly don’t think that should exist. You should just talk to the people you want to talk to and then leave. Parties are strange.”

“That is the trick,” Michael replied waggling his eyebrows. Michael sipped his drink, his brow wrinkling. “Hm,” he started. “I bet you are better than you think. All dancing just moving to music,” he said. “As for mingling, it’s easy. You just move as you talk. Say a greeting, make a pithy remark and move on. it how you find the best people to talk to.”

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donttakeachance:

Chance laughed before shaking his head. “I’m team making everyone think I’m not frail so then they don’t try to use or abuse me.” He nodded with a grin. “Good to know. I don’t like getting bored.” He watched the other order the drinks before taking one and a sip of it. “Yeah, I do like this. This is good.”

Michael gave a thought nod of his head. “I can see that, but I figured that if someone gets too ugly, I'll break a bottle over their head and leave.” He had done stuff like that before. He leaned on the bar taking his drink. He smiled as the other approved of his choice. “Awesome,” Michael said sipping his drink. “Now, you have a drink, good company. I think you're  all set to have the best time at the time party. Only thin left to do is dance and mingle.”

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donttakeachance:

“See, that sounds like strength. So saying that you’re not strong was definitely wrong.” He replied easily. “You probably don’t catch many girl dancers here though so you probably don’t need to be that strong anymore. But I bet you’re still strong.” He grinned and followed. “Well I usually only ever drink water. Um I like fruits. Those are flavors right?”

Michael laughed, clicking his tongue afterward. “Not around here. Not that I'm complaining. Here I'm more than happy to let others think I'm frail. Men tend to what to catch me and I'm not going to say no to that.” He threw the other a wink. “Fruit is definitely a favor and you are in luck because there are so many fruity drinks out there, you will never get bored.” They reached the bar and Michael leaned on it smiling. “Could we get two strawberry daiquiris, please?” He turned back to Chance. "I think you'll like this."