#alastair.

[dogsrotten]

“start talking — now .”

[eliasmorgann]

text → Alastair Barris

elias: you’re a dad.

elias: tell me what thats like.

[dogsrotten]

“i bet you look good in one of those little black dresses .”

[dogsrotten]

"we have a date -- i’m here to pick you up ."

[eliasmorgann]

Saturdays with weather like this were meant for not cooping himself up in the penthouse. That’s all he knew, was that he couldn’t stand to look at the walls of that place any longer before he went mad. That’s where Alastair came in, the only one to know what was going on with him and someone who’s company he just genuinely enjoyed, the two had decided that lunch, was their best bet.

Lunch of course, was liquid. One beer turned into two turned into three and Elias was leaning back in his chair, smile on his face, problems around him suddenly forgotten for the time being. The sun was shining, he was in good company and he could relax just a smidgen. “You know. I’m really glad we had sex” he told him, shaking his head “and not for the reason you think. But just because, I don’t think I would’ve become your friend otherwise.  if I hadn’t want to go to bonetown with you. And now you’re here, and I’m here and. We’re here. Drinking. And we’re dads! Can you believe that?” @magicalastair

[eliasmorgann]

“Alastair Barris you beautiful son of a bitch” Elias greeted him with a grin, hands going to either side of his face to plant a chaste, but loud smacking kiss on his lips. There was maybe a good mix of alcohol and drugs in his system currently, as there usually was, but on top of that, it was his birthday, so his mood was great, and well, this was just how he was with Al. He pulled back, ‘I’m so glad you made it. Come on, let me get you drunk. Have you ever done a body shot? We should do them. How does tequila sound?” he asked, already heading off towards the bar.  @magicalastair

[eliasmorgann]

Saturday nights were not made for working, but alas, here he was, working behind the bar at LUX despite his better judgement. He did like to show face around the club a bit more on weekends, that was true, greeting regulars, maybe doing a song on the grand or singing a song on the stage for the crowd, he was a bit of a showman sometimes, after all.  But working behind the bar got boring after awhile. But he digressed, he would suffer through. Especially if the blonde with the flirtatious smile was there, who, while he poured her some mixed, fruity drink, continued to give him the eye, and when he slipped her the drink, she signed her number on the napkin. After a bit of flirting back he was heading down to the other side of the bar, and that’s when he spotted him. He grinned

“Well if it isn’t your lucky day” he said with a laugh, leaning forward against the bar. “You’ve got the boss, which means whatever drink you want, on the house, since it’s been quite a while since I’ve seen you around.” @magicalastair