Yours truly

@thebrotherblanchet

Lucas Blanchet. 35 years old. Librarian.

154 posts

jonderobryne:

“I don’t find any reason not ta’. If my opinion on somet’ing like flowers is enough ta’ make you not want ta’ talk ta’ me, so be it. You’re probably not going to be able to handle spending any amount of time wit’ me. I only get worse,” he chuckled, turning to Lucas with a smirk on his face, “I’ve never had somebody send me flowers, but my reason is t’e flowers and t’e only good memories I have of my childhood, but…t’at’s not why you’re talking ta’ me. So…I’ll blow you if you want. Isn’t it why you’re here?”

“That is so damn true. Who needs people that can’t take opinions, huh? Plus, flowers are pretty great no matter what kind they are.” Lucas ended up shrugging and then at the next question, he found himself laughing a bit. “Well like I said, I might be sending you some flowers soon. Listen, I want you to blow me...heck, I wanna blow you, but it scares me that if we do that we might not see each other again? I’m gonna be honest, I do wanna see you again, take you out, be kinda cheesy on a date.”

jonderobryne:

“Because t’ey’re basic,” Jon shrugged. He was bold with his opinions when he was sober, and twice as bold when he was drunk. If Lucas took offense, then he was basic and Jon didn’t feel bad. “I’m a florist. I basically only bring flowers ta’ people because I don’t have any ot’er skills and don’t spend much money on people.”

“It’s uh...” He paused, scratching the back of his head. “It’s great to know.” He felt himself getting red in the cheeks before shaking his head, “It’s actually pretty hot how you can just say your opinion. Not many would do that.” He shrugged. “Something tells me you’d secretly love someone sending you flowers though. I mean, there’s gotta be more than one reason you became a florist.”

jonderobryne:

“You probably have, and you just don’t realize it. Most people don’t know different flowers outside of t’e most basic ones.” Which was why Jon had his job. Otherwise anybody could do it. “I always t’ink so. Roses are pretty and all, but ot’er flowers have to mean more.”

“I think you might be right. But really, those basic ones win people over.” He chuckled softly. “I can definitely see what you mean now. I mean, before it was just roses for me. The sunflower was great too, but I only brought others more basic flowers. How about you? Do you bring people flowers?”

jonderobryne:

“Nope, you could use asters ta’ say t’e exact same t’ing and t’eir petals are a lot prettier t’an a rose could ever be.” Jon shook his head. He didn’t like roses, and this over the top romantic gesture sounded like a strange pipe dream that he would never have, or try to have. “You could find somet’ing like t’at, but it would be more like “I like you, and I want to spend time wit’ you.”

“I don’t think i’ve ever seen those flowers before.” Now he was sure roses were overrated, but to him they kinda were one of the prettiest flower. “Ah, I see what you mean. Would it be better just to get someone their favorite flower then?”

jonderobryne:

“I know t’ey do.” Jon fully believed Lucas was just telling him what he wanted to hear, but he could also deal with that for now. It wasn’t like they were about to get married or something. “T’ere are many options, depending on exactly what you want your bouquet to say.”

“Oh really? So would you like roses if their petals lead to something romantic, like them forming hearts on a bed, or paired with chocolate? How about with a bubble bath and champagne, huh? Do you really not like roses?” He asked, arching an eyebrow. “Mm well what if I want it to say I hope for a few more dates?”

jonderobryne:

“Of course, of course,” Jon tried to hide his smirk behind a shot glass, but it simply wasn’t big enough, “T’at’s what flower stores want you ta’ t’ink and t’ey’ve sold people on it. Get forget-me-nots, carnations, camelias, t’e list goes on and on. Roses are like diamonds, just typical.”

Noticing the other’s face, it was enough to make Lucas chuckle softly, clearly he was enjoying himself. “Now that you mention it, I guess roses do seem a bit overrated. Hearing what else there is really is opening my mind up to all kinds of different flowers.”

jonderobryne:

“Yeah.” Jon didn’t know why he had stawberries on the mind lately, but he’d been seeing a lot of them and a lot to do with them. He didn’t mind it, there was no negative effects, it just was a thing that was happening. “I am kinky, but t’e kneecaps had not’ing ta’ do wit’ kink. I just hate roses t’at much. T’ere are a lot better flowers t’at say t’e same t’ing and more.”

“Okay, you’re right. I’m just kidding with you now. But hearing you’re kinky is very good to know...you know, just in case we need that information some day.” He shrugged. “Oh yeah? Like which ones? Cause I think roses can be the most romantic.”

jonderobryne:

“I don’t mind it,” Jon shrugged before waving down the bartender to order himself another drink, “I didn’t have it much growing up so I never go…addicted? I much prefer strawberries.” Jon flashed Lucas his most charming smile before accepting the shot placed in front of him. “Daisies, but know if I’m wrong and you say roses, I’m gonna kick ye’ in t’e kneecaps.”

“Strawberries, huh? That’s good to know.” He made a mental note of that as he nodded his head, just looking like he was up to something special. At that smile, Lucas was melting in his seat, just over exaggerating falling into his chair. “Oh so you’re kinky, too? I love daisies, yeah. Roses are my second favorite though. Should I hide my kneecaps?”

jonderobryne:

“I mean we do technically sell chocolate, but t’at would be a whole ordeal. We have a contract wit’ a local chocolate shop and everyt’ing is made for each order,” he shrugged, because this wasn’t important information, “I’ll agree wit’ t’at. Especially because I speak flowers.”

“I might have to visit the shop just for a chocolate order. Do you like chocolate?” Lucas hummed, even wiggling his eyebrows playfully. “Okay flower man, I bet you can’t guess my favorite flower.” He was only teasing, but he would welcome a guess if the other wanted to take a try at it.

jonderobryne:

“Interesting,” Jon rolled his eyes when Lucas whipped out a napkin and pulled his phone out to match. He typed the number in and sent ‘hey, this is Jon,’ so Lucas would have his number as well. “Don’t get too excited. I’m a florist. I’ll let you guess from t’ere what it might be.”

Chuckling softly, Lucas figured he was getting a bit too excited, but he was just over the moon for this future date. “Is it chocolates?” He was obviously joking, then gave the other a wink. “Flowers are the best gift you could get on a date, really.”

jonderobryne:

“Is t’at what I’m doin’?” Jon pressed a hand to his heart and dropped his mouth into a look of shock. That wasn’t the intention he had come in with, but he wasn’t going to pretend to be mad about it. “Gimme your phone number and I’ll give you t’e address of t’e store I work at. Pick me up t’ere and you might get somet’ing pretty out of it.”

“That is what you’re doing.” He laughed a bit hard, really just enjoying himself around Jon. Soon reaching for a pen, he wrote down his number on a napkin and passed it over to the other. “Now I won’t be able to stop thinking about this pretty thing you might have.”

jonderobryne:

“I own approximately one mirror, so yes, I do own a mirror.” Jon knew it was a rhetorical question, but it was much funnier to actually answer it. At the same time, Jon rolled his eyes a little and smirked. “Or you’re just easily charmed, mo stoirín.”

“I think you know exactly what you’re doing. You’re making me into you.” The man shook his head, liking the other’s humor and he figured this was a great conversation. “By you? Yes...especially when you talk in other languages. Now when and where should I pick you up for this date?”

jonderobryne:

“If you did all t’at, I’d tell you t’at you’re trying way too hard for somebody like me, but I’m not gonna say no ta’ free dinner.” Jon winked. He hoped it would make it seem like he was teasing despite being deeply serious. His favorite thing was free food.

“Someone like you? Do you own a mirror? You’re a hot guy and if you’re talking about the inside, well, I think you’ve been pretty great so far.” Lucas shrugged before blushing at the wink. “Even that wink was sexy as hell.”

jonderobryne:

“T’ere’s not’ing in my life t’at’s going to ensure t’at I’m ok. So, I’m not really sure what it matters. Is t’ere somet’ing t’at can be considered t’e best t’ing ta’ do when everyt’ing sucks?” He arched a brow at him. “Interesting.”

“It matters because you as a person matters and if you’re not okay then helping out would probably be best.” He told the other. “Not everything has to suck. What if I offered to take you on a date, picked you up, got you a gift, then we had fun, huh?”

jonderobryne:

“I don’t mean black-out, can’t make my own decisions drunk…just tipsy enough that my sex-related anxiety has gone down the drain. Helps that I would be on top,” he winked. It wasn’t healthy, he knew that, but right now he didn’t give a single fuck.

“Jon, I just...I wanna make sure you’ll be okay because to me it doesn’t sound like that would be the best thing to do.” He chewed his bottom lip. “I say this cause I care? Even if we kinda just met?”

kaiarose:

Hearing his words, Kaia couldn’t help but look at Lucas in awe and bite her lip. He was saying all the right things, but she knew she would only hurt him more. “It’s written in the stars who’s meant to be and who isn’t. I hope he knows too.” She then shook her head and waved her arms. “No, it’s okay. You got caught up in your emotions.”

“You don’t think he knows?” The man arched an eyebrow. Was there trouble in paradise? Because he wanted her to know that if she wasn’t happy she didn’t have to stay with that guy. She could have anyone she wanted, really. “It seemed like you almost did, too.”

jonderobryne:

“Oh honey, I’m fucked up in ways you couldn’t even imagine.” Jon flagged down the bartender for another round of shots. Alcohol might open the door for a hookup, or so he hoped. “Get me a little drunker and I’ll have you on your knees no problem.”

“Then please order as much drinks as you want. You deserve it.” He told the other before shaking his head, “Well, as much fun as that sounds, I wouldn’t want you to be drunker if we did.”

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