#para:teagan

[stfuoliver]

❝JUST A VISIT❞ | | OLIVER & TEAGAN

Oliver sighed into the silence that filled the car. Teagan had always been stubborn -- since the very first day they met four years ago. It exasperated the hell out of him, but one part of him was also thankful that he had company. He wouldn't dare say such thoughts because they were banned -- in his case.

It was bad luck for him to have come across the girl on his way to the cemetery. He had hoped to leave her there, but his parents favor towards Teagan was obvious to them both. After a few more minutes of driving, he parked the car in front of a cemetery.

 The moon lit up the small area of stones left by those that had lost, a small fence lining it. Visitors weren't allowed so late, but Oliver always came at such times due to people not paying attention.

He stepped out of the car, signaling for the girl to follow him. The boy hopped over the fence with ease, not looking back as he knew the girl was strong enough to get over it herself. She would have definitely made a remark if he actually waited for her anyway. The leaves crunched under his feet, his body remembering the way to the specific grave due to many days of practice. 

He had asked for a small part of the area to be dedicated to his brother. His blood relative did not lie there but the guilt of not paying his respects at least three times a week ate at him every night. Surprisingly, his request was accepted. Must have been his parents' influence.

Oliver took a seat in front of it, crossing his arms and gazing at the words engraved on the stone. He always came to make sure that it was cleaned, that every part of the tombstone was as beautiful as it could be.

[matthew-dulton-blog]

- | Teagan and Matthew

Matthew had enough trouble dealing with the admission prices for the club without treating himself to a drink or any of the extras. He frequently blew almost a week’s wages there which was beginning to become problematic as he really, really wanted to keep some actual savings for the future. Frugality was simply something he’d never been able to get his head around. He practically owed his life to that discount he’d been awarded for bringing more clients in. Because of it he could afford to splash out here just on the occasion - if the definition of ‘splashing out’ meant buying himself a few drinks at the bar, which seemed too pathetic to fit the phrase. Requesting a private session might fit the bill for that, but he really didn’t have 70 bucks to blow on one evening. Maybe someday he would. That would be an experience.

But he enjoyed spending part of his evenings at the bar, so argued with himself that it wasn’t a waste of his time and money and that he wouldn’t really be doing anything with it anyway. The whole point of having money was to spend it, after all. At the bar you could actually talk to people, whereas sitting in the seats could feel a bit isolated if everyone else already had people to talk to, and more often than not the only other loner was a demon approximately twice the width of Matthew that didn’t look remotely up to socialising. Plus, at the bar the girls would occasionally come over on their breaks to get a drink and talk, which was really swell even when it occasionally involved the bouncers muscling in to protect them. So far Matthew hadn’t actually witnessed any of the bouncers in action, despite the fact that he came in for the late shift whenever he could to avoid the humans. He presumed that was just him being unobservant as he couldn’t imagine a club full of demons, vampires and dancing girls being a peaceful and serene location. He’d seen a number of verbal spars already, and the poor cherub at the bar didn’t look like he was having a good day. Things seemed relatively quiet for the moment, at least, so hopefully he wasn’t jumping the gun.

As he ordered himself another drink from the bartender someone else approached the bar near him. While his ability to remember names was lacking, he prided himself on being pretty good with faces and he was quite confident that he had seen her on stage not too long ago. He’d said hello to her once before too. Her name was a little unusual if he remembered. Hopefully it’d come to him before it got awkward. He smiled warmly at her as she approached. He wanted to talk as he always did, pretty ladies up for talking were few and far between, but first he wanted to check that she was in a hospitable enough mood to chat with clients.