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@travisxlowell
PM: ButâŚnow I feel weird. I feel like I should call my superiors Sir, but you say you donât want it. Iâm confused. Sweet, parks are awesome! Especially if they have ducks.
PM: Yeah, but Iâm not really your superior, Iâm just another guy and Iâm basically volunteering here so you donât need to but if you feel so inclined Iâm not going to make you stop entirely. Sweet, when do you want to meet up there?
âIf we run into a puma in Central Texas, Iâm leaving. Like right away, Iâm just gonna up and leave. Donât know where Iâm going, but Iâm leaving,â Haven laughed. âAnd if you come back with your life, you oughtta be given a medal. Iâll make sure to grab a first aid kit, though, just in case.â Tapping her chin, she moved to lean on the nearest table. âWell, for one youâre gonna need hiking boots or shoes and some light clothes, something thin enough you wontâ burn up. And a canteen or something. A camelback would be better, but theyâre expensive as heck.â
âI can understand that somehow. But how about when a tree starts charging at me? I havenât heard protocol for that just yet.â He nodded with a smile at the small expression of worry. âOkay good, and Iâll try my best not to lose any limbs or anything.â He started to type out the things that she had listed, though they seemed easy enough to remember, but it couldnât hurt to have something to remind him that he still needed to pull everything together. âAlright, I think I can handle that. Iâll make sure to track you down and hit you up when I got everything.â
PM: Oh. ButâŚI call Switches Sir too. You donât want me to do that? Oh, can we go to the park? Please? I love parks, if theyâre not really busy. Coffee makes me really jittery though.
PM: Alright, you can if you want Iâm just not too used to it. Just donât worry about it too much. Yeah lets go to the park then, sounds like a good way to start to get to know each other.
PM: Okay. Are you a sub too? Do they let subs be mentors? Oh, I wasnât really expecting this. They said something about a mentor, and I pretty much figured itâd be sitting with someone in a cold room somewhere, talking about why Iâm an idiot.
PM: I would think they would let subs be mentors? That would be discrimination if not and thatâs really not cool. But Iâm not a dom Iâm actually a switch. Man, that doesnât sound fun at all, I mean if youâre into that we can do that, but I know getting coffee or sitting in the park would probably be a little more comfortable.Â
âThatâs what they know me for,â Haven laughed. âAnd yeah, if youâre the kind of guy to wanna go on a hike, Iâm gonna teach you how to keep from coming back worse for wear.â She was mostly just a small town girl, not a country one, but she did know how to take care of herself and others in the wild for short periods. âYou can relax when you arenât eaten alive by bugs. Iâll go with you there too, then. Tell you what youâll need.â
âYeah, but whatâs the poit if I donât come back with battle scars from the great outdoors? Like a puma or a renegade branch or something like that?â He questioned while he puffed out his chest for a more masculine appearance. âThough bug bites I can get anywhere and can do without, so I will in fact take you up on that piece of advice.â He started to pull out his phone, opening up some sort of note taking program and looking up at her. âAlright, Iâve got my pen and paper, go ahead and shoot.â
PM: Yeah, I want to hang out! And you can drop the sir thing of you want, that sounds really formal and that's not really my thing. But I'm here for whatever you're comfortable with so not to push any boundaries or anything, just tell me to take a step back if I'm coming on too strong here. @michaelburset
Hi, Travis. I hope you're doing well. We have your assignment ready for you! If you haven't already, please introduce yourself to Michael Burset and see how well he's settling in.
I am, thanks for checking in! Iâm on it, just trying to hunt him down so we can be best buds. Is there anything I should know ahead of time or anything or am I just diving in head first?
âLucky you,â Haven corrected gently, with enough of a smirk to let him know she was kidding. âMost of the time, Iâve got time, really. I can usually work my schedule around other folks more often than not. Iâd need enough advance to put together a good pack and outfit for hiking, though. You go in the wrong shoes and without bug spray and youâre gonna wish youâd died out there.â
Travis brought a hand up to his chest in mock defense. âWe got a lively one here,â He huffed a partial laugh and listened to her go on about the preparation that went into actually going on a hike. âWell shit, youâre gonna make me learn a thing or two here, arenât you? And here I thought it was gonna be relaxing.â He let out an exaggerated sigh. âBut that sounds good, Iâll actually need to stop by a store or something but if youâre willing to be my sherpa for the outing Iâm down.â
âMaybe we should just string a bell to you. That way, if you wander off, we can still find you,â John chuckled warmly and lightly folded his arms across his chest, hugging his sides. He moved to stand beside Travis so he could look at the pamphlet, too. The former professor knew how to read and follow a map, but at the park, it ruined some of the mystery for him.
âEh, who needs a map, anyway? The paths will tell us where to go,â He offered, âAnd if we do get lost, weâll just tell everyone weâre trailblazers.â
âSay, isnât that what they do to cats and small dogs that wander off too much?â Travis narrowed his eyes suspiciously, though the feature was defeated by the small smile that was tugging up on his lips. He opened up the paper more so it could be more easily seen from over his shoulder. He liked the idea that the man was talking about, in fact he admired the train of thought since most of the time he followed the same logic. âSee, you say that until thereâs a part of the map that says âdangerousâ or something and we end up falling in a ditch.â The thought didnât quite occur to him yet that there could possibly be signs on a trail that would make sure that there was no possibility of getting truly lost.Â
Murphy peeked curiously over the pamphlet. âYou know Iâm not really âa hikeâ kind of person, â he considered the weather outside, usually, he quite liked the heat, the warm weather never put him off â quite the opposite in fact. âMight be a good idea though, Iâm not exactly new here, but I havenât had the time to actually, you know, look around.â
âYou know, Iâm cool with that too. All I really know is on the route between here, my apartment and the schools nearby. You would think that would be enough ground to cover but I really only know where the Olive Garden and Target are. Theyâre the essentials really.â he grinned, hoping his joke actually landed. Sometimes it was hard to tell if people really got the flat humor that he used.Â
âIf I go with you, you wonât get lost,â Haven said firmly. âBut itâs still a good idea to go somewhere patrolled regularly.â If he was in the house, Tucker let him in, and for the most part, that was enough of a reccomendation for Haven to think he wasnât a killer. Still, she hadnât made it this far in life without being careful. âI donât drive, so I would have any idea about getting around in a car.â
âThen lucky for you I happen to be in possession of a car. Looks like we can make a mighty fine team. Iâm a fan of not getting lost.â He folded the paper back up and folded his arms. âWhen do yaâ have time?â He was prepared anytime, that is if he didnât get called into work and really couldnât find anything else to do. Besides, he was probably going to do it with or without company and it seemed like it would be safest if he wasnât left alone to his own devices in the Texan wilderness.Â
Meet Me At the Equinox | Open
 Tucker had downed his Jack & Coke, and ordered a Vodka Cranberry this time. That was so not Tuckerâs drink, but he needed to get the bad taste out of his mouth of all that coke. Tuck was not much of a dark soda drinker. He tried to be healthy. Healthy didnât include coke or soda in general. Drinking wasnât healthy, though, so Tucker had given himself a little bit of a pass. Break one rule, break âem all. That was his line of thinking.
 He was just about to head back downstairs, and probably slide innocuously out of the club to call himself an Uber, but he got stopped by someone coming up to him. He knew who this was. One of the Mentors that had just started in the Home. Travis. Theyâd had a screening interview together, and he was set to be assigned a resident later the next day.
 Tucker smiled in greeting. âTravis,â he said. He hoped that the new Mentor recognized himâŚit would embarrass them both if he was too far gone to know Tuckerâs name or realize it was even him in the first place. âWhatâs a club you doing in a guy like this?â He made the little joke, implying he was drunker than he was. They were both off duty, so it didnât much matter if Travis thought he was. Tucker winked though, hoping Travis got the message he wasnât really that messed upâŚyet. It was an interesting thingâŚtrying to achieve this balance, all of Tuckerâs career. Projecting the image of the thoughtful, helpful founder, and knowing inside that he was just a regular guy who sometimes wanted to go out to bars and get drunk just like everybody else. âYou getting settled in okay?â he asked.
Travis was glad that he had stopped the man before heading out. He looked like he had something rolling around in his mind. At the answer he gave a nod, starting to laugh freely from the bubbly feeling growing from the taste of alcohol. âThis old guy? Itâs nothinâ, thought I might give it a shot.â He explained in an attempt to poke fun at the joke. âHow about you? I didnât really think I would see a familiar face here since I only know like four of emâ.âÂ
He snapped his fingers, turning them into a finger gun with a half hearted smile. âTucke- Mr. Warner.â He corrected himself, not knowing full well if he should be acting professional or not around him, though even his definition of the word was lacking. âYeah, Iâm doing good. Iâve managed to whittle down my material belongings to enough to be jammed into the back of a car so itâs pretty easy to get unpacked.â He assured the other man with a slight tip of his drink in his direction. âI would ask the same but I get the feeling youâre settled in fine.â He jabbed gently with his elbow to try and get something of a laugh out of him. They were outside of work right? And he could stand to get to know each other outside of the professional environment.Â
He shifted his weight from one side of his body to the other. âThough, I can ask what youâre doing here. You seem like youâre a little out of place, or at least like you should be wearing a swanky suit and own the place.â He ended the statement with something lighthearted in case the subject was at all a sensitive one. He didnât really like stepping on toes when they could be spared.
PM: Hey there Mr. Lowell. How are you today?
PM: Iâm doing pretty damn well for a guy laying on some boxes. How are you doing, Sir Warner?
âOoh, a hike?â Haven asked, poking her head around the corner and grinning at the man. âWhere are you thinking of going for a hike?â She peeked at the paper curiously, hands tucked into her pockets as she moved closer. âI donât know the places around here perfectly, but Iâm pretty familiar with it all and Iâve got a decent sense of direction.â
âUhh, you know, it says here that thereâs a state park or something around here that has some of those. And that sounds like theyâre patrolled regularly and canât get lost nearly as easily. Sounds like solid win in my book.â He returned the motion with a tip of his lips curling up and a quick nod. âThatâs better than Iâve got. Canât tell you how many U-turns I have to make on road trips.â He warned and was suddenly thankful that he didnât need to cross traffic when walking a dirt path.Â
Meet Me At the Equinox | Open
 It had been a long week, and it wasnât over yet. The busy meetings. The house assignments starting. It was a lot. Especially after the Dominance that had occurred with Sebastian. It made Tucker think about his Dominance and everything that went with it. Earlier this week had been a wake-up call in the form of an aha! moment. He had realized that if he didnât get regular Dominance, the residents of the house could suffer. Badly.
 He didnât want that to happen. Yet, it had been years since heâd gone to Equinox for anything other than a quick drink with a younger client or volunteer. It wasnât his scene and he did have his image to protect. Tucker tried not to scrub at his tired face â heâd been doing that all too often lately â and looked around at the dancing mass of bodies.
 His eyes scoped the floor under the flashing strobe lights and intermittent club lights. They swiveled and rotated, swinging across both levels of the popular nightclub, and shone on all patrons.
 Dominants, submissives, SwitchesâŚthey were all here, gathering without the divide between each politically. It was a testament to the human spirit. Or else to the fact that everyone needed to drink, have fun, and get laid. Apparently Tucker was testament all in himself to that very fact.
 Tucker moved up to the second floor. It was the one that housed the illustrious Back Room. It was illicit, and sordid. There was a silent agreement among all patrons not to discuss the things that went on in that back room and not to reveal it to any law enforcement. But sex, promiscuityâŚpossibly even drugs, but definitely drinking. They all had a home there in the dark. Tucker went to the bar and ordered an Old Fashioned. It wasnât his usual drink, but God he felt old fashioned tonight.
 His eye kept swiveling over to the door of the Back Room, and he cleared his throat, looking around. He downed his drink and ordered another. Downed that one too.
 Tucker turned, trying to get ready to go back there. He hovered on his feetâŚturned back around, and ordered another drink. This time a Jack & Coke.
 âCrap,â he muttered to himself, nursing his drink and wondering what the hell he was doing here.
Travis was still feeling his way around the new environment- the town that is, bright lights and euphoric movements are something that heâd seen plenty of before settling in this place for the moment. There were plenty of new faces that heâd never seen, so many smiles that he could never remember by the next morning and the same beat pulsating through the mass of bodies excitedly bumping up together. There was nothing wrong with this he had come to realize, not finding any shame in the inherit sexuality that went hand in hand with the scene of the club.Â
He had cultivated a skill over the years to quickly make friends with people who would have no business approaching, or even considering talking to Travis if he hadnât butt his way into a conversation with something that usually earned him a fair amount of strange looks. He was good with getting a conversation started, though staying for the end of it was another story all together. He made a friend or two of the girls chatting at the bar while he waited for his drink to arrive, rather slowly he might add. Once they got to talking about how birds should wear pants since their legs are so bare, there was a glass placed in front of him. He took it and pushed off in search of an adventure of the evening, innocent or not.Â
The place was huge, he didnât really know how to take in all of the space around him aside from trying to make it from corner to corner and inspecting the place and people as he bounced around with a loose dance moving through his body. He made it to some stairs that looked like they had more to offer than the first floor had, somehow. Though, the real selling point on the idea had to be that it seemed to be slightly calmer as he climbed closer.Â
The mood changed entirely when he made it though to the new section. It was more powerful and intimate feeling. He moved around the edges of the room, sitting himself down next to the next person who looked like they were there alone and hell, looked like he needed saving from his own mind. âSorry, couldnât hear you over the music,â he started, only seeing his lips move, though he could have guessed that he wasnât supposed to hear it. He offered a warm grin and sidled up a bit closer to confirm that he was initiating a conversation. âYou look familiar, you get that a lot?âÂ
Oh...
So, hello. Iâm Michael Burset, and I guess thatâs everything you need to know about me. I hope everyoneâs had a good day.
âWell thatâs a good start Iâd say. Everyoneâs here, safe and accounted for.â Travis said in a soft, faux panicked tone while he patted himself down. âIâm Travis Lowell if weâre doing introductions. I like long walks on the beach and have no idea what Iâm doing here.â
Not seeing the finished product the day it hits the shelves always stresses me out. Anyone have a distraction they might be able to offer so I can stop thinking about the things I canât look at?
I heard that doodling or something helps some of the time. Other times Iâve heard taking up a hobby like stamp collecting or yodeling.Â
