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Richard: Marvel: Richard is the son of two mutants. His mother had the ability to turn to flame and his father had the ability to
She had noticed the two men when she had made her way in to the party, but she chose to ignore them, it seemed like the best thing to do in her eyes. Focus on him and possibly his friends while giving the men the cold shoulder. "You think that a party like this would have enough spaces, or at least somebody to park them." She spoke up, keeping up the charade, slowly snaking of her hands around the back of his neck.
"Who are you looking at?" She asked before turning to see the two men. "Oh are you guys waiters, could you bring us over a couple of drinks." She spoke with a playful smile appearing on her lips. "Also you know it's very rude to stare at another mans girlfriend, could have you thrown out for that. Right honey?" Her eyes looked in to Richards, noticing the look he had been giving the men while she had spoken to them.
Richard didn't respond to her instead he continued to stare down the two men, his face scrunched as one of them stepped right up against him. "I'm your huckleberry" Richard responded still not backing down. The past couple of months, and how they'd turned out having him itching for a fight, before one of the men decided better of it, as he dragged the other guy away. Richard's scowl continued as he turned his attention back towards the woman, reaching out for his whiskey that was currently sitting on the bar, and quickly downing it. "Are you guys waiters?" Richard said with a small chuckle as he finally let himself relax a bit. "You go around looking for fights with limp dick weirdos or does that come naturally?" Richard asked as his eyes moved up and down the dark haired woman. "Though I have a feeling you really didn't need my help taking those two on. Probably could've handled that yourself."
@fangsandmagic
Richard's eyes were staring off into the abyss as one of his bandmates talked his ear off about the latest guitar he'd just bought. Some handcrafted 60's era Les Paul copy that apparently sounded like an angel weeping when she'd walked into the bar. His gaze quickly moving over to her as she made her way through the crowd and up to where he was standing before she'd placed her lips against his, acting like they'd already met before which caught him off guard before he returned the kiss. As their lips part she brought up the fact that she wasn't able to find parking, another action that threw him for a loop his facial reactions easily giving it away before he noticed two men walking into through the door she'd just walked through before scanning the room, and making their way to where she was standing as he finally put two and two together. "No that's fine I totally get it." Richard said as he finally went along with the act as he hoped the two men would back off, but still lightly guiding the dark haired woman in between himself and the men that followed in behind her staring down the two men in the process.
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⋆ - feel free to assume connections. open to angst, fluff, whatever your heart desires.
the night was expected to run smoothly. quietly away from any interruptions. good or bad. as phoebe poured the fermented liquid into both of their glasses, she wondered why she'd been the source of comfort? why her face had seemingly popped into the others mind to fill their time with. as the blonde woman leaned back in her chair, blue eyes pulled away from the pooled wine, and flicked across the table to the other. "sounds like a mess of things." the corner of the woman's mouth lightly curled.
───────────[𝜗ৎ—phoebe. 57. pansexual. fc-gillian anderson ]
She'd been one of the first hires when he'd taken over the company from his father all those years ago. A will they won't they dance which always seemed to land on won't as he chased after people that never seemed to work out. Now landing him in a nasty divorce where both parties seemed to hate each other. So as Richard stared at the bottle of wine she'd been kind enough to pour for him he couldn't help, but wonder what he was doing there. Not in terms of location, but instead the situation he'd landed himself in. "Yeah, it's a shit show. She was willing to sign a prenup. So I'm protected, but at the same time. It's just" His words trailed off as he took the glass in his hand and chugged it the wine disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. "It's not great."
@corsetslaced (Continued from here)
Richard's face scrunched up as soon as Relta brought up the idea that his injury could be infected. "Fuckin' hell" he muttered more to himself, than the woman who was tending to him. "Well I let a woman take me back to her place, and she said she didn't have a husband. Turns out that was a load of shit. It also turns out that he collected historic weapons. I'm glad he grabbed the sword and not the flintlock." Richard said with a small chuckle, the laugh fading as she brought up the idea of maggots as his mood visibly dropped. "I'd rather we used 21st century medicine. So if we're at the point you're gonna pull out maggots I'd rather you didn't. I'll take the surgery. My family didn't help create vaccines, and medications just for me to turn down modern medicine. I'm not trying to RFK Jr my body over here."
@fangsandmagic (continued from here) He'd spotted her as soon as she walked into the bar. The reflective glass that was behind the counter had helped with that, but what he hadn't expected was that she'd make her way up to him as he was discussing the next plans for his band's future as their four month tour of the states finally concluded, and his relationship with the lead singer of the opening band falling apart in the process. As her lips pressed against his it took a long moment before he returned the kiss, before they finally pulled away. His view shooting towards the man that seemingly entered the bar following them which caused Richard to wrap an arm around their waist to quickly play along. "No, we were just talking about the next album." Richard said as he let his head gesture towards the door to give away what he thought was going on. "Glad you could make it."
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@realmyths (continued from here)
'You mean toxic and hard to shake?' As the words hit his ears he couldn't help but laugh. "I want to say yes, but I think that's an insult to my family as a whole. Now if I said the drinks reminded me of my father I'd have to agree with that. I meant more along the lines of warm and inviting."
As Diana walked over to him he gave her a once over, before shaking her hand. "Richard Steele." He said the tone in his voice upbeat as he motioned for her to sit down in the free bar stool next to him. "So what are you drinking tonight?"
open to: anyone! muse: holly fairchild, good time girl who works for a record label plot: kinda when harry met sally, your muse and holly are close friends who have had some vibes and she's pretending she's not bothered by their date. gimme some yearning!
“ah, found ya,” holly smirks, seating herself beside the figure she’s been slyly seeking throughout the evening — well, whenever they weren’t attached to the date they’ve brought along to the party. holly’s only been out of town for what, like, three weeks? when did this happen? she’s playing it cool as ever, even bringing a fresh drink for them. “so, they seem nice,” the blonde nods at the fresh face across the room, and it’s not a lie whatsoever; her most pressing issue about it all is why she feels so bothered that her longtime friend (and just that, give or take a few almost moments over the years) brought along a new partner to the revelry? did everyone else know about this, too? “which makes me suspicious, because what’s someone so sweet doing with you? wouldn’t quite consider ‘em your usual type. i think i overheard them singing karaoke earlier. very loudly. you hate that, as i recall.”
Richard didn't look up from his drink as Holly slid another his way. They'd been friends since the record label had signed his band five years ago, had a few close calls to being something more than that when they'd both been single, before he settled into a long term relationship with another musician he'd met on a touring session. Now he was just playing the field without any attachments a way to distract himself from his actual feelings. "She hasn't realized how much of an ass I am yet." Richard said as he took the new drink that sat in front of him and downed it in one fell swoop, as his body cringed from hearing his date hit an off key note during their second karaoke performance of the night. "Yeah, still do. I swear it's like fingernails on a chalkboard. I'd probably enjoy it more if I didn't have any kind of ear training, but yet here we are." His face scrunched up again as his date missed another note, and he couldn't help the sigh that escaped his lips. "So where's your date?" He asked as if to signal that he'd clocked Holly much earlier in the night than this encounter let on. "You two having fun?" His words showed a hint of annoyance at the matter.
OPEN!
who?: Sasha.
what?: homegirl has some rare time to herself and has invited y/m over for a hang.
In all the midst of prep for the twins' birthday party in a few days, Sasha is taking on so much. So. Very. Much. She hopes she hasn't let her friend on to just how strongly she needs today. "Thank you for coming," she says. Simple and polite. Sitting in the midst of all of this stuff her babies won't even know how to use for a while yet, her hair in a messy bun, she smiles happily and tiredly at the other. "It is really good to actually talk to grownups."
After what he figured was his first divorce of many Richard had fled Philly, and bought himself a large plot of land, and relatively large house in Montana after a late night scroll of Zillow. The view of the Montana mountains from his bedroom had dragged him in, but the company, and citizens of the town were the ones who truly kept him there. He'd been off the road from his band's tour for less than a day when Sara texted him an early morning text asking if he'd be free in the evening for some evening wine, and conversation that didn't involve three other dudes talking about their latest conquests, or whatever car they'd just bought. "Tell me about it. If I had to hear my guitarist ask me if I saw the red head in the front row one more time I was gonna throw myself off that tour bus. I don't even know why he's always drawn to red heads. It's like every third show he's bringing up another one. I wish my occupation attracted grownups, but I think most of them are mentally stuck as teenagers at this point." Richard said with a sigh as he placed two Montessori percussion sets with the party supplies. "So thank you for this. After six months on the road I really needed this."
Bri nods softly, a quiet understanding is reflected in the depths of her eyes when she sits on his counter. "Not even if I told you how attractive you are in your suit?" She teases. But there's a familiarity with that sentiment that runs more than a few rivers deep.
She lets out a breath of a laugh. "Oh, I do certainly feel special then."
Her tongue slowly traces the curve of her lip in anticipation. Slowly, she shrugs off her jacket. "Eat? When we could work up a proper appetite?" Then she pauses. "Then again, with the way your energizer bunny battery works, we might be laid up for a few days before we decide to eat again." Days was being comedic exaggeration.
What Bri doesn't mention is that commitment scares her. She's AFRAID. Terrified that she is an albatross. "Then let's just --- say to hell with what other people think. Ask me in the morning, when I'm less tired, and curled into your arms."
Richard wasn't sure how to react to Bri who was currently more sexual than he was used to his gaze moving from her, to the ground in front of his feet, and then back to her again as his head tilted to the side while he bit down on his lower lip as if he was contemplating something in the moment. "I want to be like yeah that makes it a bit better, but you currently sound like you're in heat so I actually don't know what to say right now. So I'll have to think about the suit comment. I'm leaning towards no? I mean those whole look how rich we are galas are still kind of gross. The money we throw at those could be used to give even more to charity. So they still kind of seem foolish." Richard's words were hesitant as he stood up and slowly made his way across the kitchen to where bri was sat. "Also you know I can wear suits to other things. I mean date nights for instance, and I wear them to work so if you wanted to spend a few mornings over here when you're finished with your actual job" Richard gave her a playful wink as he finished his last sentence.
"Or you could let me stay over at your place. Either way I'd be lucky to spend moments like that with you."
"Oh, come on. You don't hate it HALF as much as you say you do. In fact, I think you attend it, just so that you can haven excuse to see me," Wayne remarks. Then his response elicits a hum from the billionairess. Yes. The memories of it all come flooding back in, the way his hands felt against her need riddled skin, the way he strung together his chorus of pleasured moans. She feels a wake of heat surging up the back of her neck.
A snort escapes her. "Am I not? Then I suppose my deduction that you want to have me, must be incredibly wrong." The way he is gazing at her tells her everything she NEEDS to know, and more.
Wayne pauses carefully. Connections to other people tended to make her flighty. "And what do you normally say when they ask?" A flicker of curiosity steals across her countenance. She pauses. He isn't wrong. "What do you want to be?"
Richard paused for a moment wondering if he should be honest about how much he hated the requirements that were made for him, or not. Tell her about how much he really didn't want this life, didn't want to take over the family business, even run in the same circles that she seemed to excel so well in. How at the end of the day he'd taken over Steele pharmaceuticals because it protected his other siblings from having it thrust upon them, and yet he didn't. Instead he just looked at her and gave her a meek shrug. "I really don't. It's not something I really enjoy doing. I mean I enjoy helping people, but I don't want to have to dress up, strut around, and flaunt my wealth to do it. I'd much rather just stay in my house for the most part. Ground work? Yeah I'll go happily leave for that, but being around other wealthy people? I'll pass. I mean other than you. You get a pass." Richard said as he shot her a reassuring smile. "You can bother me anytime you want. Everyone else can kindly fuck off and go away." As she brought up going at each other like rabbits, he thought about it for a moment. "I mean I wouldn't say no. I could go a round. I mean I think we should eat first, but I'm not going to say no, and as for what I say. I normally just say we came together, but that's because I have no idea what else to tell them. So that ball is in your court Ms. I find intimacy other than the kind you find in the bedroom weird and off putting."
@resolutevalor (continued from here) Richard's feet were rest atop one of his kitchen table chairs, guitar in his lap, as he watched Bri dig through his fridge, shooting him a smirk back as if to imply she knew his actual question, but just wanted to fuck with him. "Oh yeah I'm talking about the thing I hate attending the most. Not what we did the morning after in the hotel room, the shower, and somehow the Gotham Museum of Art's second floor bathroom. You know for the 'world's greatest detective' I don't that you're that great at deducing things." He said shooting her a smirk back matching their playful nature.
"Also not to be one of those what does that make us types, but if I keep showing up to events with you eventually people are going to start wondering what we are. So what do I say when the questions eventually pop up? I'm the guy you call when you're bored and need to release some pent up frustration?"
"Did you really have to shoot that clown such a crass gesture." Wayne questions, placing the paper down on the table beside them. A snort of laughter escapes her. "I'm afraid not. Although if you are serious about disappearing, I've been giving a lot of thought to a ski trip or something. Maybe we could go to a resort?"
She pauses. "I'll try to have my lawyer friend make it disappear, but i can make no promises."
"It was either a crass gesture or knock his teeth down his throat. So which one would you have preferred? I know which one kept me out of jail." Richard's shot a glare Bri's way his arm crossing over his chest in the process. "I mean why am I the one under the microscope when he's the jackass that came in there and insulted you? Oh but because he was trying to get a rise so he could get headlines I'm the bad guy? Nah fuck all that noise. That's a load of absolute guano." Richard said with a small smirk a bit too pleased at himself at the joke he'd pulled out. "I just I don't think I did anything wrong when there were much worse things I could've done, and I'm not gonna sit here and act like I need to apologize when he started it."
"Unless you'd rather I show off for half-the-city, your help is very much required. I thought you were a bit of a what's mine is mine kind of man-" She answers. "All because of the cheese steaks?" Comes her teasing quip. "Or?" A glance is cast over her shoulder.
Wayne pretending to be a contrarian, for the fun of it, replies, "I think the better question is, what isn't wrong with them?" She hears his voice hitch and turns to him, her back completely bared to him, her arms barred over her breasts. Wayne studies him for a moment before reaching for a new bra. One that would better suit the pantsuit she was going to wear for their outing. "Do you want to help me in clasping this?"
Did she mind cheesesteaks? No. But if it got Richard talking, all the better. "An actual dinner would be nice. And who knows, maybe-- maybe I will change my mind about your precious cheesesteaks."
Richard couldn't help but glare at the back of Bri's head as she continued her unwarranted verbal assault on the best sandwich in the world. "Now why would I help you with how you're treating my city and our culinary dishes?" Richard asked with a chuckle as he helped her with bra. "Though I'm starting to wonder why I want to go outside at all right about now."
