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jersantiago :

“Oh,” he said in response, not really sure what to say. “Do you still like it?” Jer couldn’t think of anything worse than being stuck. For now, he liked it here because it was all so new, and it paid so damn well. And maybe there was a certain someone who was highlighting the experience for him, but that needn’t be mentioned. “That sucks, I’m sorry you had to go through that experience,” Jeremy sympathized. He couldn’t imagine having a bad client who you had to sleep with anyway. Yeah, he hadn’t really thought that part through.

“I’m still here, aren’t I? If I hated it I would have left years ago.” Then again, there had been times he thought about leaving- about just getting up and running as far away from this fucking place as quick as his legs could carry him- but as much as he hated it, it wasn’t all that bad. “It’s a job, you know? It’s a job, with a place to sleep and good money.” Who could complain about that? “Please- don’t. Everyone has a shitty client at least once in their life, I’m not the first and I won’t be the last.” And it wasn’t like he really cared about those moments, they weren’t fresh on his mind at all times.

alexei-sokolov :

“No, I actively want you to tell me that you were insulting me, because that’d be so much interesting,” Alexei said glibly. “But if you’re not going to tell me, I’ll assume you were. It’s the funnier option.”

Man, this bar was dead. Enough so that Alexei felt absolutely no shame in leaning across the bar and retrieving a half-empty bottle of vodka, because the bartender had fucked off somewhere, presumably in the back, wasting time.

“Alexei. But please, do make something up, I’m all ears to see what you’ll come up with.”

“I’d really have to hate you for me to insult you in a serious manner,” Valerie laughed. He had met so many people in his life at the Haus who didn’t know how to take a joke, that when he finally found one who could it was like a breath of fresh air in a place that was so dark and damp it could probably grow mold.

Valerie laughed as the other reached over to grab the bottle of Vodka, know one noticed- and if they did he was almost positive they wouldn’t care. Reaching over, he grabbed a glass himself and passed it to Alexei, “Make me something a bit less potent then what your drinking, I’m not royalty and don’t wish to slowly poison myself to build up an immunity.”

“I was tempted to call you Your Highness- but believe me, it’s with the best intentions.”

cdoman :

Was Valerie ACTUALLY expecting Carter to remember an exact length of time the two had known each other? Days had blended into weeks, weeks into months, but it was at least a place to call HOME. It made no sense, Carter had bought the house of his dreams, a place that was HIS and had NO ties to his ‘family’ <- not that he would EVER consider those blood relatives as any sort of relation to him. He still checked their local area newspaper hoping one day he’d see an obituary, only then would he go home to piss on their graves. Maybe he’d hire a fuckboy out for the night and paint their gravestones with cum, after all it was his LIFESTYLE they’d hated in the first place. "This is ENTIRELY fair,“ he grinned looking up at the other, a devilish spark in his eyes as Valerie was so unbelievably ADORABLE when he was all flustered like this. "You can start by ENJOYING it,” he insisted, leaning up to seal their lips in a kiss, “i’d even be okay if your hand found a way into my pants.” That last part nothing more than a TEASE, but still Carter would be okay with it.

Carter had always driven Valerie crazy when the pair was around each other. It never took long for one of them to say something snippy and the other to respond in an equally sarcastic way. It was part of who they were, and possibly part of why they fell apart when they had decided they could be something. He wasn’t sure, he was just glad that the fighting was over, that they had reached a place where he was comfortable and happy again. Carter had been his best friend, the person he could tell anything to and find comfort with. “No, you use your fat ass to take advantage of the fact that I’m not good at pushing it off,” He laughed as he leaned up just enough to wrap his arms around the other, red in the face, something that only happened with people he truly cared for- god knew he kept it calm and collected with other clients. He sighed the moments their lips touched, hands bunching up in Carter’s shirt, “You think I’m going to give you what you want that easily?” He teased right back, he knew Carter’s game, and he played it just as well as the other from time to time.

stateofconstant :

“Right,” Constant said. “While there is nothing wrong with that, you tend to do it to everyone you come across. You’re like a rattlesnake, always shaking your tail to warn people off.” He smirked drinking his smoothie, trying to stomach the taste of it. He would have to look into a different brand or something because this stuff was awful. “Yeah it does, but if I want to keep my shape I have to get the extra protein from somewhere. Peanut butter sandwiches aren’t cutting it anymore.” He set down his glass when Val’s head touched his back. The other’s warmth was already bleeding through his shirt, into his skin. “So you’re sniffing me out for food. I swear some days I think you’re a cat Valarie. You certainly act like one.” He turned around and kissed the top of the other’s head. “Alright what do you want Kitty? A nice can of tuna? He asked teasing.

“I am not shaking my tail at anyone I come across- just those that I think need to be put in their place for being assholes- I think that seems completely acceptable,” Valerie knew that he used to be much worse when it came to people in this place- but before he ran away from Constant and the life they had he was a generally happy person, just someone who feared he was a failure. Then he came here- his personality got worse before it got better, which was something he was ready to admit. “Your shape is fine without you drinking that shit- not even you like the taste of it, that has to tell you something.” Sighing as he rubbed his head into the other’s shoulder, his eyes closing. The moment that Constant called him a cat, and kissed the top of his head, he hissed as a tease, arms wrapping around the other’s middle before pulled away to flop on the couch. “I hate Tuna.”

desert-rain:

Hattan laughed and shook his head a little. “So, usual self-help bullshit.” He looked at his glass, turning it on the counter gently.

He glanced up at Valerie. “I wouldn’t know,” he said with an enigmatic smile. “But then, I’m not here to bend over anyone and everyone I see. Trust me, it’s not me interrupting your enjoyment of that book. Except when it is, then a shockingly low amount of bending over is

“If you’re looking for more help than the self-help bullshit, then I have nothing for you. Remember, pride and satisfaction are the best thing that can help you on your path to life- or some shit like that.” Valerie laughed as he looked down at his water, maybe it was time to get a real drink after all, it was late enough in the day.

His mouth opened slightly, a bit of shock before he covered it with a light laugh. Hattan was a client, that was definitely something he was not expecting. “You’re rich and famous? Imagine that- here I was assuming you were a staff member because you had this great attitude and I was wrong.” He gave the other a shrug, hoping he hadn’t offended him too badly, “Anyway- staff or client, your drink is still shit,” He teased.

jersantiago :

“How long have you been here?” Would Jer eventually be this cavalier about things if he’d been here long enough? Probably not. Jeremy sometimes had a tendency to tiptoe around people. He was eager to please and hated to disappoint. It was probably part of the reason he’d been hired. “Yeah,” he confirmed. “I mean, the clients I’ve met have actually been pretty nice,” he offered.

“Too long.” Years. Too many years. Valerie wondered how long he would spend in this place, if forever was an option or if they’d eventually kick him out. Joshua kept signing him on even though he had gotten into some heated arguments with the man’s brother. “Most clients are- but there is always one to destroy your view on everyone. But- what can I say? I’m jaded and your a sparkly new subject. Don’t let my view ruin yours.”

desert-rain :

Hattan laughed. “No prize? Not like I need one,” he said lightly. “Duly noted. I’m adjusting pretty well, thank you for asking.” He seemed playful, but not unsettling. He shifted position on the stool and returned to his drink, taking a sip and deciding there was no accounting for taste. “What’s it take to have good days around here?” he asked. “After a while don’t things get monotonous?”

“There is a prize, you just have to find it deep within yourself, something that only you can be satisfied with- or some bullshit like that,” He commented sipping at his water, before putting it at his side a moment later. This place was acquiring new people at a pretty good pace, something that filled a void when he thought about the few that had been left behind, disappeared into thin air, or said they’d be back and just didn’t.

“Seriously? If you don’t know what it’s like to have a good day then you haven’t been here long enough.” He snorted out, “A good day is a day when you get to read a fucking book instead of being bent over a coffee table- then again, depending on whose doing the fucking maybe that can qualify as a good day as well.”

alexei-sokolov :

“Uh, no, didn’t you listen? I’m not trying to kill myself. I’m trying to prevent being killed.” Alexei paused thoughtfully. “Then again, we both know this entire line of thought is academic, since I’m not actually drinking poison. But if I were, that’d be my logic.”

Alexei would give the guy a point: any real or imaginary viruses would be caught be everyone, very quickly, in this place. They were all probably immune to the dreaded cooties right now.

“I can’t decide if you’re complimenting me by implying I look virus-free, or implying you’d wouldn’t touch me with a ten foot pole, and you’re disappointed I’m not some other, cuter blond.” Alexei, finding either option to be funny, wound up with a grin. “So you’re either nice or fuckin’ savage. Please tell me it’s the second option.”

“But in a way that could potentially kill yourself, it completely makes sense,” He teased back to the other, not being able to help himself. The kid had a good sense of humor, something that was desperately needed in a place like this. “Ah- you’re not actually drinking poison? Well then, you should have opened with saying that in the first place! I spent approximately one second fearing for your physical and mental health.”

“You want me to tell you if I’m complimenting you or not? Please- that’s for you to interpret,” Valerie rolled his eyes, placing his palms on the counter so he could hop himself up to sit on top of it, his legs dangling down.

“So, what’s your name new blond kid? Or should I just make something up?”

jersantiago :

“I feel like poison would be a bit excessive. Like, I haven’t been here that long, but getting poisoned was not in the job description,” Jeremy responded. He then raised his eyebrows. “Oh, wait, so are you a client too?” It seemed like only a client would have such a cavalier attitude about things. Jer was still mostly tiptoeing around and doing his best to please. With everyone besides Hattan who had become… Sort of like a friend, almost? They weren’t specifically supposed to be making friends because this was his job, but Jeremy figured they could get around it by friendship being what Hattan wanted.

“Client? Me? Please, my father would have probably preferred I took a career path that would have led me to be a client, but no- I’m just doing my job here.” He commented to the other, leaning his lower back into the counter as he looked over to the other. The kid was definitely new, that much was easy to see- tentative about what he was saying. “You’re a staff right? Not many clients are as tentative as you- most have large egos that they can’t contain.”

desert-rain :

Hattan grinned back. “You’re…Valerie, right?” he asked. “Suppose,” he continued with a small flirtatious smile, “your next client gives you all night.” He watched the man grab some water, and then took a sip of his drink. Was it really that bad? He merely shrugged; it seemed alright to him. “Fair enough. And everyone has some bad days at work.”

“Ah, correct. Sadly, I don’t have a prize to give you, so you’ll just have to live with pride that you knew my name.” He commented as he made his way back around the counter with his water. “And you’re Hattan- new kid to the Haus if my intel at the front desk is correct- by the way never trust the guy at the front with any secrets, he’ll spill them at the drop of a hate.” Valerie laughed as he sat back down next to Hattan- had Con talked about this kid before, he swore there had been some person or other the other spoke about, but he couldn’t remember well enough to say for sure. “People here tend to have more bad days than good.”

stateofconstant :

Constant continued chopping vegetables as Valarie spoke, a half smile on his lips. “That sounds awful,” He said, giving Val a mock frown. “Then people will know you’re not mean at all, just grumpy.” He huffed as Val took his smoothie and sighed, shaking his head. “It’s got Protein powder in it. Makes it taste a little,“ He waved a hand ambiguously, “Well, just gross, but I need it, so don’t go drinking it all.” He dropped the veggie he was chopping into a bowl and set it aside. He took his smoothie back from Val, taking a drink from it and making a face. “Did you come down here to help or just harass me while I work?”

Valerie watched the other carefully chop the vegetables, knowing that he was going to steal whatever it was the other was making as soon as it was done. To be fair, Valerie practically lived off of take out and anything he could get from the kitchen. “I am not grumpy- I just know when I don’t like things and feel like other people should be aware of those things.” He coughed out as he put the glass down, making sure it was far away from him. “Like shit- it tastes like shit, I’m pretty sure that’s what you’re trying to say- and I’m pretty sure the only thing that needs that is a trash.” He watched the other take the rink back with a loud sigh, putting his head on the back of Constant’s shoulders, “I would never do that...Though I would come to bother you because I’m hungry...”

cdoman :

“You don’t give up do you?” Carter laughed reaching to take his drink back but instead landing with his hand in the others lap, “you don’t know good booze then if you’re calling THAT awful.” He gave the others lap a pat as he threw himself back against the other curling up on him enough to kill both of their balance bringing them crashing onto the couch that was nearby. Laughing triumphantly as Carter climbed onto the others waist he could only look down at whom he was holding captive now. "Now what are you going to do, wise guy?“

“You’ve known me for how long Carter Andrews? When in the world do I ever decide to give up?” Valerie couldn’t stop his own laughter as the man’s hand found his lap. Carter had always been this irresistible force, and when the two of them were together it was like a train wreck ready to happen at any moment, but something unstoppable. “You’ve just become desensitized to thinking all booze is good booze- and that is not good booze!” His laughter carried on as the other curled into him, throwing them down onto the couch, Val landing on his back- staring up at Carter, unable to rip the smile from his face, there were few people who were able to get that reaction from him. “This isn’t fair!” He said loudly, breathing heavily through his laughter as he reached up to grab the other’s hips, “This is too much attention- I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with it!” Catching his breath, he licked over his lips, his voice softening, “You drive me crazy.’

cassiussmith :

Cassius quirked a brow at that, tutting through his teeth. He leaned forwards and neatly snatched the drink back from Valerie, taking a swig of it just to prove him wrong. “Maybe ‘cause drinking poison is better than talking to you right now?” he suggested wryly, wrapping a protective arm around his glass. “Bit presumptive to think anyone’d want to be your friend even then, don’t you think?”

“Oh, seems like someone is moody,” Valerie had seen the guys type before, then again- he had been the guy’s type before. “If you want to be sharp with me, just know that is something I invited in this place.” There was something about those who didn’t know how to be playful in certain situations that Valerie couldn’t agree with. “I don’t think anyone is my friend- to be fair, I kind of just assume people are trying to have a good time when you’re working here- especially if you’re a staff member speaking with another staff member. There are far too many clients who are assholes to staff to be assholes to each other.’

alexei-sokolov :

It took everything in Alexei’s power not to scowl when his drink was stolen, but he just waited for the inevitable reaction. The guy took a drink, and recoiled, and there it was. Hah.

“I like to build up my poison tolerance by drinking small doses every day,” Alexei drawled, tugging his drink back toward him. It looked like a drink no self-respecting person would ever order: pink and yellow, adorned with fruit skewers, a cocktail umbrella, and something disturbingly green at the bottom. “Because unlike you, apparently, I am a soulless asshole. Gotta avoid those assassination attempts.”

He paused, wrinkling his nose at the guy over the top of his ridiculous drink. “Do you always steal people’s drinks? What if I had cooties?”

A small smile stayed on Valerie’s lips as he noticed the kid pull his drink back to himself, deciding not to say anything about the scowl on his face. Usually he was the one that would call things out on other’s, but right now he didn’t have it in him. Instead, Val turned and leaned his lower back into the counter for a moment, staring out into an almost dead crowd- the sparse two or three people walking around on a weekday night. “Ah- So you’re trying to kill yourself to avoid being killed. Makes sense.” He snorted out, “Never tried that before- guess that’s my next step in self preservation.”

“Please- If I haven’t gotten some imaginary virus from living in this place for as long as I have, I doubt you’d be the person to give it to me now.” Val turned his head only slightly, finally offering the other a smile once again. “To be fair- I thought you were a blond I knew, not one I didn’t.”

#just ignore the text at the bottom

jersantiago :

Jer was listening to music, specifically one of his favorite songs. It was taking all of his restraint not to sing along because he was in a public place. No one had asked for him, so for the moment he was just spending some of his required time in a public place. Apparently his music was too loud, though, because he didn’t notice the guy until he took a sip from a drink near him on the table. “Jeez!” he said, all but jumping out of his skin. “I mean, hello,” he said, taking out his earbuds. “Also, that’s uhhh. Not mine. But I won’t tell the person who left it there if you don’t.” He said the last part quietly because he was still new as fuck, and didn’t want to step on any toes.

“Oh good- so what you’re saying is this drink could be poison and neither one of us would know right now.” The kid was new- definitely, he had that fresh faced air of innocence that only came from new staff members or clients who had no idea what they were getting themselves into. It wasn’t a bad thing- but it tended to get you attention from those who were looking for that kind of thrill in their lives. “Don’t worry- the last thing I’m afraid of is insulting some client on their crappy drink taste.” He’s done far worse before and not gotten into trouble, you just had to make sure you chose your words carefully and around the right people.

desert-rain :

Hattan chuckled, snatching the drink back from the man he was talking to. “How much time do you have?” he asked teasingly. “And what’s so wrong with having a soul? Or do you just need a good day at work for once?” He winked.

Valerie grinned at Hattan, not being able to help himself. He liked the kid, he seemed to have a brighter outlook then most people at this place which certainly helped Valerie’s opinion. He had watched people come and go from the Haus, some on their own accord, some booted- this was a nice change of pace. “I have as much time as my next client gives me before I’m called somewhere.” He laughed as he walked himself over to a counter, digging for a glass to pour himself water. “I’m hurt that you think I’m not always having good days.” Valerie gasped in mock horror, “Having a soul and having a good day don’t correlate in my book.”

“Please don’t tell me you’re ignoring me right now, that would break my heart - and the last thing I want to do is reveal that I’m not a soulless asshole to half the people around here- then they’ll want to start being my friend. See how much of a mess that would be?” Valerie couldn’t help but tease the other as he leaned back onto the counter, a gentle smile on his face as he reached over to steal the other man’s drink, taking a small sip from it. “What is this? It’s awful. Why are you drinking poison?” He coughed.

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