#runrubyred

[toleaveamark]

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“Your boyfriend’s here.” Kayden’s head whipped around so fast it gave them a head rush. “I don’t have a b-” They started, elbowing past Kaamir toward the door leading to the store front. Hand behind their back, they were sure to flip their boss the finger long enough for him to notice and by the chuckle they got in response, they knew it was a success. “He’s a... friend.” The other slid up next to them, rolling his eyes. “He’s the competition. Don’t you all have that battle of the bands thing this weekend?” Kayden sent him a sharp look, eyebrow raised as the beginning of a smile danced across their lips. They didn’t even have to open their mouth for the message to get through.

“Shut it, my mom has the flyer on her fridge. We’ll be there. Now go get rid of him before I do.” Beaming, they hip checked Kaamir before striding into the room. “You here to pick up your ‘Sorry for Your Loss’ bouquet early, stud?”

[toleaveamark]

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Kaamir hadn’t wanted to pause his work, too submersed in his current project. But having heard that, he glanced up after setting down the chrysanthemums he held. Rico was showcasing one of his earlier works, cooing over how much girls would like that particular design. He looked him dead in the eye, voice flat when he answered, “That’s for a funeral arrangement, Rico.” He stared for a minute to let it sink in before picking the flowers back up and getting to task. However, he inclined his head to the right, sighing, “There’s some first date bouquets over there, if you’re in need... If you actually got someone to go out with your dumb ass.”

[toleaveamark]

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“I hate you,” he whispered, flipping the hair of his wig back as he rolled his hips. Phoenix fixed his lips into a sultry pout, but his eyes spoke volumes, all promising pain when he got the other alone. To anyone watching, he was just another stripper working the patrons of the club and offering up a dance. To him and the person he was currently straddling, he was doing another job entirely. Carefully, he moved in close and pressed their bodies together, hands sliding down the lapels of the other’s suit. With quick and sure fingers, he made sure to slide a key card into their jacket. Before backing off, he tilted his head closer, leaning into the other’s ear and muttered, “You have five minutes. I’m not keeping them busy anymore than that.”

[abulous]

“Nate, come here.” Sam waved his hand frantically at his twin, eyes pleading. His voice was a harsh whisper, trying and probably failing at not gathering attention from the fellow party goers. Once the other was in range though, the blond lost all sense of subtlety and grabbed the other’s shirt to pull him into a secluded part of the apartment. “Look, I know you’re mad because I said I couldn’t make it and I’m here anyways, but I have a reason...” Sam tilted his head, glancing around the other’s frame to make sure no one else was nearby. He knew he should’ve just came to the party with his brother, but the rent was due soon and he wanted to help out more.

“The stripper’s not coming,” he blurted, wincing a bit and then grimacing as he amended. “I mean, the stripper’s already here.” Sam gestured down at himself, his clothes, way too flashy for something he’d wear here normally.

[toleaveamark]

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“Fuck off. Did you really think I was going to fall for that?” Mason’s eyebrows raised, voice filled with incredulity. “You need to work on your stealth, how do you expect to survive when I’m not around?” Drawing his sword, he swung out with surprising speed for his bulky frame and he only stopped short enough to barely graze the other’s cheek. The sharp metal drew beads of blood to the surface of flushed skin and he searched his robe to toss a rag for the other to catch. “Wash up and come on, you want to leave this early, we can go now then.” Mason didn’t wait, he turned around without a backwards glance and untied his horse before, in a move all too graceful for the usually inebriated knight, climbing on.

[abulous]

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Hearing a familiar voice despite all the noise surrounding him, Sam turned around and scanned the crowd until his green eyes landed on a familiar form. A small smile tugged at his lips and he waited patiently for the other to be free before saddling up next to his neighbor. “Fancy seeing you here.” Tone polite, he picked up one of the pellet guns at the booth in front of them and set down a bill to pay, hand waving at the carnival worker who took it a moment later. “So, what ya gonna give me if I beat ya?”

Eyebrow cocked, the blond spared River a glance then focused straight ahead on the moving targets. Less than a minute later, Sam had knocked down eighteen out of the twenty small targets. Sporting a grin, he lifted the gun and blew imaginary smoke from the barrel and laughed. He leaned closer to the other and rubbed his shoulder with his own, voice low as he confided. “Everyone thinks that’s from years on the ranch, but it’s just from video games.”

[toleaveamark]

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“Yeah, I can grow better weed than Hoberman, but no, I’m not going to just give you any.” Kaamir shook his head before he grabbed a nearby watering can and set off to fill it. There were easier ways to do this, sure, but he liked getting his hands dirty most of the time. He already had a faint sheen of dust on him, fingernails sporting soil and his clothes full of dirt stains. More than once, before Brakebills, he’d been lauded over for having a green thumb. He still got it occasionally, most of his spells involving his discipline directly being livelier than most. After the can was finally full, he used it to water every plant in the greenhouse, only ignoring the ones that didn’t need any for now. “Same goes for any other crops or mushrooms you’re looking for to get your rocks off.” Kaamir set the watering can off to the side and folded his arms, eyes roaming over the other’s form with indifference before he shrugged. “If you don’t have anything to trade, cash works just as well.”

[toleaveamark]

Sometimes finding the owner of a dream is difficult, sometimes it’s almost too easy. At least right now, it’s the latter and with a huff, Hayley’s marching toward them and grabbing clothing from what appears to be thin air. It’s not until she’s within reach that she’s throwing the garments directly at the naked guy being laughed at behind the DJ booth. It’s a dream she’s pulled numerous men out of by now that it’s almost routine, a fact she hates more than the dreams themselves at this point. “Put these on and by the way, your playlist sucks. Don’t quit your day job.” Then she’s walking away, feet shuffling toward the nearest neon exit sign with purpose. She doesn’t look behind her, only shouting, “Well? Come on!”