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“Guess he is,” he agreed. He too liked to think of himself as friendly, he had always like the company of others, even if he did need his alone time to decompress. “Just having to ask him about every little thing makes me feel like a little kid,” he chuckled already knowing what Eli answer would be.
“Yeah listening to people be weird. I had to do a lot of that when I first started my line of work.” Then he smiles a bit mischievously. “It’s not bad all the time though.” He really ought to stop with the suggestive humor. “Sorry. Okay. I need a drink.”
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“I like your way of thinking.” She grins now, clasping her hands together. “In a way I’m glad I found this place – not so fortunate for the slaves, though. How are you liking it here so far, Nate? Can I call you that or is it just Nathan for you?”
“For you Carolyn, Nate’s fine.” He gives her a cheesy wink and ends up laughing in spite of himself. "I’m enjoying myself. Haven’t really done anything yet besides drink though.”
“Claim week. Spent seven days in a bed. Not necessarily sleeping, but a bed. Pretty nice.”
“Oh.” The corner of his mouth turns upwards. “ ‘Course I come late for that. And uh...how’d that go for you? Get yourself a nice master?”
“Work’s a bitch. Want to help me get over it?”
“Yeah, that’s the one. Seems like everyone around here knows him,” he chuckled and then nodded. He wasn’t even sure how Eli would feel if he thought someone was overstepping. “The thing is, he doesn’t drink so I doubted he would give me any.”
“Friendly guy. Doesn’t surprise me.” He knew being friendly worked, whether it was genuine or not. Nathan himself had decided to be amicable unless someone gave him a reason not to be. “Well if you get his permission I can give you some. No one should go without knowing what it tastes like.”
“I’m not claimed.” Dallas frowned, not particularly liking the word ‘claimed’. It implied ownership and he didn’t like the idea of being owned.
He could sense the other’s aversion to the term, so he decided to avoid it. “Then, has someone taking a liking to you here?”
“Don’t be like that, man,” he chuckled easily. “I guess I’d have to task Eli about that one, not sure how things are. When you’re unclaimed I think a master has to take you, but pretty sure master’s decided once you’re claimed,” he shrugged. He would certainly have to ask Eli about it, he wouldn’t want to waste a shot at driving some nice car. “Don’t think I’ve ever had one of those.”
“Oh, so you’re with Eli?” He asks out of curiosity. “Met the guy. Seems nice. But yeah, wouldn’t want him thinking I’m trying to steal you or something.” Both of his eyebrows raise then, with a slight smirk. “You’ll have to ask him to have it. Everyone around here seems privileged enough to be able to afford it. Or at least all of the masters.”
“Eh, I guess that was kinda fun.”
“And by that, you mean...?”
He listened intently as the older male spoke about his interests, always interesting to see what someone who would end up there did when they were being normal citizens of the real world. “All very fine choices,” he nodded in approval. “If you find a fast car around, let me know so I can take it for a ride, yeah? I’m a very good driver,” he smirked. “I would trade that champagne for some beer though.”
“I’m an owner of fast cars. But something about your expression scares me.” He jokes with a friendly enough grin. “If I’m allowed to take you outside I wouldn’t mind driving around though.” The island looked nice enough, and really any car would do it for him. “Beer’s great. But you have to have the good Dom Perignon champagne at least once in your life.”
“Ah, smart. Which is why I’ll let you slide for not sparring with me. For now.” Not that she’s particularly prideful of required reading from high school but whatever. “We’re going with this, huh? Well, your little sister’s just about that too. I understand it makes me a little messed up, but I figure we all are, a bit. To be here. And because we gotta not scare away people here, I can’t ruin your merchandise.”
“I figure it wouldn’t hurt to make friends with...likeminded individuals.” And by that he means other masters who indulged in casual sex that fulfilled their kinks. He’s talked about it with people before, but never with someone as young as her. “According to Lewis Carroll, all of the best people are mad.”
“Still a whole more once in a whiles than I run into mob bosses,” he chuckled. “Good, I need to make sure I’m not hanging around some hired killer or something.” His tone was enough to show that he was simply joking around. “Other than take care or rich folks money and enjoy the casual sex slave island, what is that you enjoy?”
“I do a lot of things, but I promise I’m not in that kind of business.” He wasn’t trying to make himself out as some sort of saint though. Nathan was aware of his interests and misdeeds, one of them being partaking in casual sex on an island of slaves as Sam had put it. He’s still smiling though. “I like fast cars, good food, the nice glass of champagne every now and then. I like sports too. Something about getting physical that’s really fulfilling for me.”
“Then big brother’s gotta stop being a creep and face the people.” It’s a bad 1984 joke, but she’s rolling with it anyways. “Besides, I wouldn’t hit you in the face. Bad for business.” The comments make her chuckle a little, shaking her head. “Neither do you, but here we are. It’s more… personal strangeness and tastes and boredom and way too much money, am I right?”
“Hah. I see what you did there.” With all the years of schooling he’s had, he’s read enough books to understand the reference. It makes him smile again. “Thanks. I quite like my face not bruised.” And as if to make a point he pats his own cheek dramatically. He soon scoffs lightly, though. “Well that’s one way of putting it. Your big brother’s all of the above, Carolyn.”
“What can I say? I’m a curious guy and you don’t met someone who work for the mob everyday,” he offered as an explanation with a smirk on his face. “You are absolutely no fun, man. Did you ever get your hands dirty? Like kill someone?”
“You’re making me sound cooler than I actually am. Most of my clients are just normal one percenters who have too much time on their hands. The mob boss only comes in every once in a while.” He raises an eyebrow at the next question and almost laughs. “No, definitely not. I don’t like getting my hands dirty. I’m the one cleaning up messes for people, figuratively speaking.”
My name is Tristan..Master’’He replied as he crawled further to the end of the cage to get a better look at him
He was about to tell the other that the formalities weren’t necessary, but it sounded too nice to him. His selfish side wanted it. “How long has it been since you came out of there, Tristan?”
“Aw, but supportive big brother would help me train, I think you missed that bit in the montages,” she points out, hopefully. Even if she won’t let it go quite yet, she’ll still smile at him in greeting. “Carolyn. I’ve been here a week? It’s decent, so welcome.”
“Big brother doesn’t want to get punched in the face though. So I’ll hold your punching bag.” He nods firmly with a joking grin. He thought, if she was asking people twice her size and weight to spar, then she must be good. “I have to ask you Carolyn, how’d you end up here? You...don’t look like someone who’d have trouble getting any.” Tact choice of words, Nathan berated himself.
“It really is,” he smiled thinking back to his home and friends. “It kind of had me wondering what everyone’s thinking. I mean, they should know I wouldn’t just vanish out of thin air,” he shook his head. “So, your job. What is it that you do?” He asked glad to go from a sad topic to an interesting one.
“Not going to let up on that, are you Sam?” He wasn’t one to dwell on a sad subject if he could tell it was making someone uncomfortable. Not unless it was for his so called business. “I already told you I handle other people’s money. Sometimes mob jobs ask me for help. That’s all you’ll get out of me for free.”