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Saw the rest of the team doin' it, specifically Soap and Gaz. Decided I migh' as well join in. Like to think 'm quite friendly, so don' be scared to interact. Recruits like me enough, if tha' means anythin'. From what I've seen, some of y'are freaks. I don't mind talking to people, but don' go overboard. I think that's all.
okay hi, hello, mod sharky here
i decided to have a full on refresh to maybe give my mind something to do. skid's new account is: @ltc-skid and nicos is @sgt-fluffy
ill be leaving this up for a day or so, then ill be deactivating both original accounts afterward
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[Redacted] stares at you for a moment or so before pulling a bone necklace out of their pocket, offering it to you.
"I have made you a bone necklace.. accept my friendship.." they blink slowly before speaking again.
"I used very nice bones for your necklace.. wolf bones." They blink slowly again, waiting for your response.
“Oh… right, thank you.”
He took the necklace, trying to not seemed bothered by what it was made of.
“‘s nice…”
🔥(The man’s already at the place, dawned in his civilian attire. Bike parked outside. He’s nursing a gin and tonic as he hums softly to himself, running a finger around the rim of the glass.)
Stepping into the building, he let out a sigh. Glancing around until he spotted the man he was meant to meet. Adjusting his face covering, he moved up to take a seat next to the other.
“S’nice t’see ya. Glad y’wanted t’still go f’r drinks.”
Hmm-? Ah, LT, pleasure’s all mine.
(He chuckles softly as he takes a slight sip of his drink.)
Lieutenant skid, was it? Good t’meet y’a n’ person. Put a face t’the name.
“Y’can call me Lucas, s’not like we’re on base.”
Waving his hand at the other man to brush off the formalities, he huffed. Turning his gaze to get the bartenders attention, ordering a simple beer before looking to the other man again.
“S’Garrison, yeah? Think I’ve come across your file once or twice.”
Hmm, hopin’ th’file said all good things..
(He chuckles as he places his glass down, going to dig through his pockets for a smoke.)
Surprised m’file’s still bein’ passed ‘round.
(He takes the pack out, then offers a smoke to the other man.)
Staring to the pack in Garrison’s hands, he nodded and took one out gently. Mumbling quietly to the other man.
“Appreciate it…”
His hand curled around the base of his balaclava, tugging it off. Placing it gently on the bar next to his beer. The scar on his right cheek now visible, including the few back teeth that peaked through.
“Sorry f’r the cheek… s’ugly. Hope it ain’t gonna ruin y’r appetite or anythin’.”
(He chuckles softly as he turns his head- a nasty burn scar, back teeth showing.)
Looks like we match, friend.
He chuckles at the man’s words, nodding lightly.
“Guess so.”
He messed with the smoke between his fingers, listening to the chatter around them.
“Y’do anythin’ fun outside of base? Y’know, other than work.”
(He takes out a lighter, offering it to the other man.)
Hmm.. Ride m’bike, mostly. Love feelin’ like I c’n fly without th’commitment a’ gettin’ a permit.
(He chuckles softly as he sips his drink once more.)
What ‘bout you?
Muttering another thanks, he took the lighter gratefully. Lighting the smoke before handing the lighter back to the other man.
“Mm, depends. If ‘m stuck here, got my bike. If I get t’go back home… get work with th’horses.”
A shrug left him as he brought the stick to his lips, letting out a quiet hum at the feeling.
“Nothin’ special…”
Mmm, good ol’ boy, are y’a? What kinda horses y’got back home?
(He pockets the lighter as he leans in a bit, his attention now almost fully on the conversation.)
He tits his head at the other man leaning in slightly, the good side of his lip cocking into a light smirk.
“Mm, got a few ranch horses… ol’clydesdale… my reinin’ horse…”
Another shrug, leaning to grab his beer and taking a swig. His voice a little quieter now that they sat closer.
(He whistles lowly)
Clydesdale… y’won’t anythin’ with ‘em?
He chuckled, nodding his head lightly. Holding that little grin on his face.
“He’s an old fella… th’others are in better show shape…”
Tilting his head to the man in front of him.
“Y’ever work with horses?”
Mmm… naw, them things r’ too damn big f’r comfort.
(What a pretty grin. He figures whoever his partner is would enjoy staring up at that for the rest of their life.
Lucky them.)
Think I’d get on one after a’ few drinks.
“Promise they’re jus’ big dogs.”
His hand came down to pat the other man’s leg a few times.
“Listen I could arrange tha’…”
Raising his brows slightly, teasing the other man’s lightly.
(He raises a brow slightly at the man patting his leg.
…Touchy. Must be from the south, too.
He smiles around the rim of his glass.)
Wouldn’ be opposed.
He let his eyes drift to the man’s smile… quite nice to see him grin like that.
“Listen… ‘m a nosy bastard…”
Clearing his throat slightly, he shifted in his seat. Swirling around his beer quietly.
“Y’got a missus?”
(His eyebrows shoot up a bit.. then he chuckles lowly as he takes a small sip and puts the glass back down.)
Gotta Mister. N’you?
(He leans forward just a bit more.
It all seems so familiar… the chase. The flirting. The pining. He’d wondered if he’d gone rusty, being in the ward so long. Or maybe just enjoyed the attention.
Something his therapist said at some point.. couldn’t recall in the moment with the man’s hand on his thigh.)
“Mm… not anymore. Been a while.”
He grinned once again to the man leaning forward. Taking another swig of his beer, he placed it down on the bar with a huff.
He wasn’t sure why he was feeding into this, the flirting. He hadn’t tried to flirt with anyone in years. Let alone, with a man like Garrison. Still not letting up on his hand that rested on the other man’s leg.
“‘m sure he’s a good man.”
(He grins slyly, a hand sliding up to just barely touch the man’s fingers on his thigh.)
A terrible, terrible man, he’d tell y’a. Kills people.
(He pauses a moment, recalling in his mind, when..
That lady from the rec room. Mentioned a husband.
Lieutenant Skid.
….Fuck. His touch is a bit tense, but.. he’s a bit too deep in this, now. Talking to a married man, and well above your pay grade. Shit. Shit!)
“Really now?”
Raising his brows to the man’s touch on his own. Yet watching him tense after a moment had that sly look immediately faltering.
“I ain’t seein’ anyone, if that’s what y’r thinkin’. Been divorced for almost 6 years.”
His tone grew slightly serious, meeting the others gaze. The once flirty look was now harsher, playful, but harsher.
I- ha, y’r perceptive, Lucas, I’ll gave y’a that..
(He chuckles softly as he places his hand fully over his.)
…Any reason y’wanted me out here, sir? More n’ jus’ drinks, is it?
(Right. Let’s not fumble this.They’re off base. Out of uniform. He can recover.
He tilts his head a bit as his hand gently guides the other man’s hand inside his thigh, a sly grin spreading on his face.)
His eyes drift down to where Garrison put his hand, raising his hands. He was expecting some more flirting, not a small move.
"Wasn't really thinkin' more than drinks... but..."
He hummed, shrugging shortly after. A little grin starting on his face again once the other moved his hand. This was where he was rusty...
M’man’s alright with sharin’, y’know. Even likes t’… watch.
(He looks the man up and down slowly, appreciatively.)
Y’know fraternizin’s against contract, yeah? Riskin’ y’r job bein’ with me.
"Does he now?"
He took his moment to look at the man, finally getting to really appreciate him. Humming at the sight, clearly happy with what he was seeing.
"I ain't gonna give a shit 'bout fraternizin'. Not like 'm gonna say anythin'."
Won’t tell if y’don’ tell. Can keep a secret.
(He winks at him and grins.)
Seems y’got y’rself a date t’night, Lucas.
He chuckles, leaning in a little more.
“Guess I do…”
Mind if I get y’r next drink, then, pretty thing?
“Can’t let ya’ do that, sweetheart.”
Patting the man’s thigh, he leaned over to the bartender and ordered them each another drink.
Beat me to it, y’sum’bitch..
(He chuckles as he presses more into his touch.
Cute.. he might like him.)
“Maybe next time ‘round I’ll let ya’…”
He gave the other a little wink before tilting his head to the man, trying to read his facial expression.
We’ll see..
(He places his hand back over the other man’s.)
Curious t’know how y’know ’bout me, sir.. how y’came across m’file. N’what brought on all this.. not that im complainin’, a’Course.
“Mm..”
He relaxed slightly with the other man’s hand on his, grinning to himself about the question. His thumb brushing back and forth on the man’s leg.
“Saw y’talkin’ to Price, if ‘m honest. Y’r a fine fella. Got curious an’ well… asked Cap for y’r file.”
🔥(The man’s already at the place, dawned in his civilian attire. Bike parked outside. He’s nursing a gin and tonic as he hums softly to himself, running a finger around the rim of the glass.)
Stepping into the building, he let out a sigh. Glancing around until he spotted the man he was meant to meet. Adjusting his face covering, he moved up to take a seat next to the other.
“S’nice t’see ya. Glad y’wanted t’still go f’r drinks.”
Hmm-? Ah, LT, pleasure’s all mine.
(He chuckles softly as he takes a slight sip of his drink.)
Lieutenant skid, was it? Good t’meet y’a n’ person. Put a face t’the name.
“Y’can call me Lucas, s’not like we’re on base.”
Waving his hand at the other man to brush off the formalities, he huffed. Turning his gaze to get the bartenders attention, ordering a simple beer before looking to the other man again.
“S’Garrison, yeah? Think I’ve come across your file once or twice.”
Hmm, hopin’ th’file said all good things..
(He chuckles as he places his glass down, going to dig through his pockets for a smoke.)
Surprised m’file’s still bein’ passed ‘round.
(He takes the pack out, then offers a smoke to the other man.)
Staring to the pack in Garrison’s hands, he nodded and took one out gently. Mumbling quietly to the other man.
“Appreciate it…”
His hand curled around the base of his balaclava, tugging it off. Placing it gently on the bar next to his beer. The scar on his right cheek now visible, including the few back teeth that peaked through.
“Sorry f’r the cheek… s’ugly. Hope it ain’t gonna ruin y’r appetite or anythin’.”
(He chuckles softly as he turns his head- a nasty burn scar, back teeth showing.)
Looks like we match, friend.
He chuckles at the man’s words, nodding lightly.
“Guess so.”
He messed with the smoke between his fingers, listening to the chatter around them.
“Y’do anythin’ fun outside of base? Y’know, other than work.”
(He takes out a lighter, offering it to the other man.)
Hmm.. Ride m’bike, mostly. Love feelin’ like I c’n fly without th’commitment a’ gettin’ a permit.
(He chuckles softly as he sips his drink once more.)
What ‘bout you?
Muttering another thanks, he took the lighter gratefully. Lighting the smoke before handing the lighter back to the other man.
“Mm, depends. If ‘m stuck here, got my bike. If I get t’go back home… get work with th’horses.”
A shrug left him as he brought the stick to his lips, letting out a quiet hum at the feeling.
“Nothin’ special…”
Mmm, good ol’ boy, are y’a? What kinda horses y’got back home?
(He pockets the lighter as he leans in a bit, his attention now almost fully on the conversation.)
He tits his head at the other man leaning in slightly, the good side of his lip cocking into a light smirk.
“Mm, got a few ranch horses… ol’clydesdale… my reinin’ horse…”
Another shrug, leaning to grab his beer and taking a swig. His voice a little quieter now that they sat closer.
(He whistles lowly)
Clydesdale… y’won’t anythin’ with ‘em?
He chuckled, nodding his head lightly. Holding that little grin on his face.
“He’s an old fella… th’others are in better show shape…”
Tilting his head to the man in front of him.
“Y’ever work with horses?”
Mmm… naw, them things r’ too damn big f’r comfort.
(What a pretty grin. He figures whoever his partner is would enjoy staring up at that for the rest of their life.
Lucky them.)
Think I’d get on one after a’ few drinks.
“Promise they’re jus’ big dogs.”
His hand came down to pat the other man’s leg a few times.
“Listen I could arrange tha’…”
Raising his brows slightly, teasing the other man’s lightly.
(He raises a brow slightly at the man patting his leg.
…Touchy. Must be from the south, too.
He smiles around the rim of his glass.)
Wouldn’ be opposed.
He let his eyes drift to the man’s smile… quite nice to see him grin like that.
“Listen… ‘m a nosy bastard…”
Clearing his throat slightly, he shifted in his seat. Swirling around his beer quietly.
“Y’got a missus?”
(His eyebrows shoot up a bit.. then he chuckles lowly as he takes a small sip and puts the glass back down.)
Gotta Mister. N’you?
(He leans forward just a bit more.
It all seems so familiar… the chase. The flirting. The pining. He’d wondered if he’d gone rusty, being in the ward so long. Or maybe just enjoyed the attention.
Something his therapist said at some point.. couldn’t recall in the moment with the man’s hand on his thigh.)
“Mm… not anymore. Been a while.”
He grinned once again to the man leaning forward. Taking another swig of his beer, he placed it down on the bar with a huff.
He wasn’t sure why he was feeding into this, the flirting. He hadn’t tried to flirt with anyone in years. Let alone, with a man like Garrison. Still not letting up on his hand that rested on the other man’s leg.
“‘m sure he’s a good man.”
(He grins slyly, a hand sliding up to just barely touch the man’s fingers on his thigh.)
A terrible, terrible man, he’d tell y’a. Kills people.
(He pauses a moment, recalling in his mind, when..
That lady from the rec room. Mentioned a husband.
Lieutenant Skid.
….Fuck. His touch is a bit tense, but.. he’s a bit too deep in this, now. Talking to a married man, and well above your pay grade. Shit. Shit!)
“Really now?”
Raising his brows to the man’s touch on his own. Yet watching him tense after a moment had that sly look immediately faltering.
“I ain’t seein’ anyone, if that’s what y’r thinkin’. Been divorced for almost 6 years.”
His tone grew slightly serious, meeting the others gaze. The once flirty look was now harsher, playful, but harsher.
I- ha, y’r perceptive, Lucas, I’ll gave y’a that..
(He chuckles softly as he places his hand fully over his.)
…Any reason y’wanted me out here, sir? More n’ jus’ drinks, is it?
(Right. Let’s not fumble this.They’re off base. Out of uniform. He can recover.
He tilts his head a bit as his hand gently guides the other man’s hand inside his thigh, a sly grin spreading on his face.)
His eyes drift down to where Garrison put his hand, raising his hands. He was expecting some more flirting, not a small move.
"Wasn't really thinkin' more than drinks... but..."
He hummed, shrugging shortly after. A little grin starting on his face again once the other moved his hand. This was where he was rusty...
M’man’s alright with sharin’, y’know. Even likes t’… watch.
(He looks the man up and down slowly, appreciatively.)
Y’know fraternizin’s against contract, yeah? Riskin’ y’r job bein’ with me.
"Does he now?"
He took his moment to look at the man, finally getting to really appreciate him. Humming at the sight, clearly happy with what he was seeing.
"I ain't gonna give a shit 'bout fraternizin'. Not like 'm gonna say anythin'."
Won’t tell if y’don’ tell. Can keep a secret.
(He winks at him and grins.)
Seems y’got y’rself a date t’night, Lucas.
He chuckles, leaning in a little more.
“Guess I do…”
Mind if I get y’r next drink, then, pretty thing?
“Can’t let ya’ do that, sweetheart.”
Patting the man’s thigh, he leaned over to the bartender and ordered them each another drink.
Beat me to it, y’sum’bitch..
(He chuckles as he presses more into his touch.
Cute.. he might like him.)
“Maybe next time ‘round I’ll let ya’…”
He gave the other a little wink before tilting his head to the man, trying to read his facial expression.
🔥(The man’s already at the place, dawned in his civilian attire. Bike parked outside. He’s nursing a gin and tonic as he hums softly to himself, running a finger around the rim of the glass.)
Stepping into the building, he let out a sigh. Glancing around until he spotted the man he was meant to meet. Adjusting his face covering, he moved up to take a seat next to the other.
“S’nice t’see ya. Glad y’wanted t’still go f’r drinks.”
Hmm-? Ah, LT, pleasure’s all mine.
(He chuckles softly as he takes a slight sip of his drink.)
Lieutenant skid, was it? Good t’meet y’a n’ person. Put a face t’the name.
“Y’can call me Lucas, s’not like we’re on base.”
Waving his hand at the other man to brush off the formalities, he huffed. Turning his gaze to get the bartenders attention, ordering a simple beer before looking to the other man again.
“S’Garrison, yeah? Think I’ve come across your file once or twice.”
Hmm, hopin’ th’file said all good things..
(He chuckles as he places his glass down, going to dig through his pockets for a smoke.)
Surprised m’file’s still bein’ passed ‘round.
(He takes the pack out, then offers a smoke to the other man.)
Staring to the pack in Garrison’s hands, he nodded and took one out gently. Mumbling quietly to the other man.
“Appreciate it…”
His hand curled around the base of his balaclava, tugging it off. Placing it gently on the bar next to his beer. The scar on his right cheek now visible, including the few back teeth that peaked through.
“Sorry f’r the cheek… s’ugly. Hope it ain’t gonna ruin y’r appetite or anythin’.”
(He chuckles softly as he turns his head- a nasty burn scar, back teeth showing.)
Looks like we match, friend.
He chuckles at the man’s words, nodding lightly.
“Guess so.”
He messed with the smoke between his fingers, listening to the chatter around them.
“Y’do anythin’ fun outside of base? Y’know, other than work.”
(He takes out a lighter, offering it to the other man.)
Hmm.. Ride m’bike, mostly. Love feelin’ like I c’n fly without th’commitment a’ gettin’ a permit.
(He chuckles softly as he sips his drink once more.)
What ‘bout you?
Muttering another thanks, he took the lighter gratefully. Lighting the smoke before handing the lighter back to the other man.
“Mm, depends. If ‘m stuck here, got my bike. If I get t’go back home… get work with th’horses.”
A shrug left him as he brought the stick to his lips, letting out a quiet hum at the feeling.
“Nothin’ special…”
Mmm, good ol’ boy, are y’a? What kinda horses y’got back home?
(He pockets the lighter as he leans in a bit, his attention now almost fully on the conversation.)
He tits his head at the other man leaning in slightly, the good side of his lip cocking into a light smirk.
“Mm, got a few ranch horses… ol’clydesdale… my reinin’ horse…”
Another shrug, leaning to grab his beer and taking a swig. His voice a little quieter now that they sat closer.
(He whistles lowly)
Clydesdale… y’won’t anythin’ with ‘em?
He chuckled, nodding his head lightly. Holding that little grin on his face.
“He’s an old fella… th’others are in better show shape…”
Tilting his head to the man in front of him.
“Y’ever work with horses?”
Mmm… naw, them things r’ too damn big f’r comfort.
(What a pretty grin. He figures whoever his partner is would enjoy staring up at that for the rest of their life.
Lucky them.)
Think I’d get on one after a’ few drinks.
“Promise they’re jus’ big dogs.”
His hand came down to pat the other man’s leg a few times.
“Listen I could arrange tha’…”
Raising his brows slightly, teasing the other man’s lightly.
(He raises a brow slightly at the man patting his leg.
…Touchy. Must be from the south, too.
He smiles around the rim of his glass.)
Wouldn’ be opposed.
He let his eyes drift to the man’s smile… quite nice to see him grin like that.
“Listen… ‘m a nosy bastard…”
Clearing his throat slightly, he shifted in his seat. Swirling around his beer quietly.
“Y’got a missus?”
(His eyebrows shoot up a bit.. then he chuckles lowly as he takes a small sip and puts the glass back down.)
Gotta Mister. N’you?
(He leans forward just a bit more.
It all seems so familiar… the chase. The flirting. The pining. He’d wondered if he’d gone rusty, being in the ward so long. Or maybe just enjoyed the attention.
Something his therapist said at some point.. couldn’t recall in the moment with the man’s hand on his thigh.)
“Mm… not anymore. Been a while.”
He grinned once again to the man leaning forward. Taking another swig of his beer, he placed it down on the bar with a huff.
He wasn’t sure why he was feeding into this, the flirting. He hadn’t tried to flirt with anyone in years. Let alone, with a man like Garrison. Still not letting up on his hand that rested on the other man’s leg.
“‘m sure he’s a good man.”
(He grins slyly, a hand sliding up to just barely touch the man’s fingers on his thigh.)
A terrible, terrible man, he’d tell y’a. Kills people.
(He pauses a moment, recalling in his mind, when..
That lady from the rec room. Mentioned a husband.
Lieutenant Skid.
….Fuck. His touch is a bit tense, but.. he’s a bit too deep in this, now. Talking to a married man, and well above your pay grade. Shit. Shit!)
“Really now?”
Raising his brows to the man’s touch on his own. Yet watching him tense after a moment had that sly look immediately faltering.
“I ain’t seein’ anyone, if that’s what y’r thinkin’. Been divorced for almost 6 years.”
His tone grew slightly serious, meeting the others gaze. The once flirty look was now harsher, playful, but harsher.
I- ha, y’r perceptive, Lucas, I’ll gave y’a that..
(He chuckles softly as he places his hand fully over his.)
…Any reason y’wanted me out here, sir? More n’ jus’ drinks, is it?
(Right. Let’s not fumble this.They’re off base. Out of uniform. He can recover.
He tilts his head a bit as his hand gently guides the other man’s hand inside his thigh, a sly grin spreading on his face.)
His eyes drift down to where Garrison put his hand, raising his hands. He was expecting some more flirting, not a small move.
"Wasn't really thinkin' more than drinks... but..."
He hummed, shrugging shortly after. A little grin starting on his face again once the other moved his hand. This was where he was rusty...
M’man’s alright with sharin’, y’know. Even likes t’… watch.
(He looks the man up and down slowly, appreciatively.)
Y’know fraternizin’s against contract, yeah? Riskin’ y’r job bein’ with me.
"Does he now?"
He took his moment to look at the man, finally getting to really appreciate him. Humming at the sight, clearly happy with what he was seeing.
"I ain't gonna give a shit 'bout fraternizin'. Not like 'm gonna say anythin'."
Won’t tell if y’don’ tell. Can keep a secret.
(He winks at him and grins.)
Seems y’got y’rself a date t’night, Lucas.
He chuckles, leaning in a little more.
“Guess I do…”
Mind if I get y’r next drink, then, pretty thing?
“Can’t let ya’ do that, sweetheart.”
Patting the man’s thigh, he leaned over to the bartender and ordered them each another drink.
🔥(The man’s already at the place, dawned in his civilian attire. Bike parked outside. He’s nursing a gin and tonic as he hums softly to himself, running a finger around the rim of the glass.)
Stepping into the building, he let out a sigh. Glancing around until he spotted the man he was meant to meet. Adjusting his face covering, he moved up to take a seat next to the other.
“S’nice t’see ya. Glad y’wanted t’still go f’r drinks.”
Hmm-? Ah, LT, pleasure’s all mine.
(He chuckles softly as he takes a slight sip of his drink.)
Lieutenant skid, was it? Good t’meet y’a n’ person. Put a face t’the name.
“Y’can call me Lucas, s’not like we’re on base.”
Waving his hand at the other man to brush off the formalities, he huffed. Turning his gaze to get the bartenders attention, ordering a simple beer before looking to the other man again.
“S’Garrison, yeah? Think I’ve come across your file once or twice.”
Hmm, hopin’ th’file said all good things..
(He chuckles as he places his glass down, going to dig through his pockets for a smoke.)
Surprised m’file’s still bein’ passed ‘round.
(He takes the pack out, then offers a smoke to the other man.)
Staring to the pack in Garrison’s hands, he nodded and took one out gently. Mumbling quietly to the other man.
“Appreciate it…”
His hand curled around the base of his balaclava, tugging it off. Placing it gently on the bar next to his beer. The scar on his right cheek now visible, including the few back teeth that peaked through.
“Sorry f’r the cheek… s’ugly. Hope it ain’t gonna ruin y’r appetite or anythin’.”
(He chuckles softly as he turns his head- a nasty burn scar, back teeth showing.)
Looks like we match, friend.
He chuckles at the man’s words, nodding lightly.
“Guess so.”
He messed with the smoke between his fingers, listening to the chatter around them.
“Y’do anythin’ fun outside of base? Y’know, other than work.”
(He takes out a lighter, offering it to the other man.)
Hmm.. Ride m’bike, mostly. Love feelin’ like I c’n fly without th’commitment a’ gettin’ a permit.
(He chuckles softly as he sips his drink once more.)
What ‘bout you?
Muttering another thanks, he took the lighter gratefully. Lighting the smoke before handing the lighter back to the other man.
“Mm, depends. If ‘m stuck here, got my bike. If I get t’go back home… get work with th’horses.”
A shrug left him as he brought the stick to his lips, letting out a quiet hum at the feeling.
“Nothin’ special…”
Mmm, good ol’ boy, are y’a? What kinda horses y’got back home?
(He pockets the lighter as he leans in a bit, his attention now almost fully on the conversation.)
He tits his head at the other man leaning in slightly, the good side of his lip cocking into a light smirk.
“Mm, got a few ranch horses… ol’clydesdale… my reinin’ horse…”
Another shrug, leaning to grab his beer and taking a swig. His voice a little quieter now that they sat closer.
(He whistles lowly)
Clydesdale… y’won’t anythin’ with ‘em?
He chuckled, nodding his head lightly. Holding that little grin on his face.
“He’s an old fella… th’others are in better show shape…”
Tilting his head to the man in front of him.
“Y’ever work with horses?”
Mmm… naw, them things r’ too damn big f’r comfort.
(What a pretty grin. He figures whoever his partner is would enjoy staring up at that for the rest of their life.
Lucky them.)
Think I’d get on one after a’ few drinks.
“Promise they’re jus’ big dogs.”
His hand came down to pat the other man’s leg a few times.
“Listen I could arrange tha’…”
Raising his brows slightly, teasing the other man’s lightly.
(He raises a brow slightly at the man patting his leg.
…Touchy. Must be from the south, too.
He smiles around the rim of his glass.)
Wouldn’ be opposed.
He let his eyes drift to the man’s smile… quite nice to see him grin like that.
“Listen… ‘m a nosy bastard…”
Clearing his throat slightly, he shifted in his seat. Swirling around his beer quietly.
“Y’got a missus?”
(His eyebrows shoot up a bit.. then he chuckles lowly as he takes a small sip and puts the glass back down.)
Gotta Mister. N’you?
(He leans forward just a bit more.
It all seems so familiar… the chase. The flirting. The pining. He’d wondered if he’d gone rusty, being in the ward so long. Or maybe just enjoyed the attention.
Something his therapist said at some point.. couldn’t recall in the moment with the man’s hand on his thigh.)
“Mm… not anymore. Been a while.”
He grinned once again to the man leaning forward. Taking another swig of his beer, he placed it down on the bar with a huff.
He wasn’t sure why he was feeding into this, the flirting. He hadn’t tried to flirt with anyone in years. Let alone, with a man like Garrison. Still not letting up on his hand that rested on the other man’s leg.
“‘m sure he’s a good man.”
(He grins slyly, a hand sliding up to just barely touch the man’s fingers on his thigh.)
A terrible, terrible man, he’d tell y’a. Kills people.
(He pauses a moment, recalling in his mind, when..
That lady from the rec room. Mentioned a husband.
Lieutenant Skid.
….Fuck. His touch is a bit tense, but.. he’s a bit too deep in this, now. Talking to a married man, and well above your pay grade. Shit. Shit!)
“Really now?”
Raising his brows to the man’s touch on his own. Yet watching him tense after a moment had that sly look immediately faltering.
“I ain’t seein’ anyone, if that’s what y’r thinkin’. Been divorced for almost 6 years.”
His tone grew slightly serious, meeting the others gaze. The once flirty look was now harsher, playful, but harsher.
I- ha, y’r perceptive, Lucas, I’ll gave y’a that..
(He chuckles softly as he places his hand fully over his.)
…Any reason y’wanted me out here, sir? More n’ jus’ drinks, is it?
(Right. Let’s not fumble this.They’re off base. Out of uniform. He can recover.
He tilts his head a bit as his hand gently guides the other man’s hand inside his thigh, a sly grin spreading on his face.)
His eyes drift down to where Garrison put his hand, raising his hands. He was expecting some more flirting, not a small move.
"Wasn't really thinkin' more than drinks... but..."
He hummed, shrugging shortly after. A little grin starting on his face again once the other moved his hand. This was where he was rusty...
M’man’s alright with sharin’, y’know. Even likes t’… watch.
(He looks the man up and down slowly, appreciatively.)
Y’know fraternizin’s against contract, yeah? Riskin’ y’r job bein’ with me.
"Does he now?"
He took his moment to look at the man, finally getting to really appreciate him. Humming at the sight, clearly happy with what he was seeing.
"I ain't gonna give a shit 'bout fraternizin'. Not like 'm gonna say anythin'."
Won’t tell if y’don’ tell. Can keep a secret.
(He winks at him and grins.)
Seems y’got y’rself a date t’night, Lucas.
He chuckles, leaning in a little more.
“Guess I do…”
🔥(The man’s already at the place, dawned in his civilian attire. Bike parked outside. He’s nursing a gin and tonic as he hums softly to himself, running a finger around the rim of the glass.)
Stepping into the building, he let out a sigh. Glancing around until he spotted the man he was meant to meet. Adjusting his face covering, he moved up to take a seat next to the other.
“S’nice t’see ya. Glad y’wanted t’still go f’r drinks.”
Hmm-? Ah, LT, pleasure’s all mine.
(He chuckles softly as he takes a slight sip of his drink.)
Lieutenant skid, was it? Good t’meet y’a n’ person. Put a face t’the name.
“Y’can call me Lucas, s’not like we’re on base.”
Waving his hand at the other man to brush off the formalities, he huffed. Turning his gaze to get the bartenders attention, ordering a simple beer before looking to the other man again.
“S’Garrison, yeah? Think I’ve come across your file once or twice.”
Hmm, hopin’ th’file said all good things..
(He chuckles as he places his glass down, going to dig through his pockets for a smoke.)
Surprised m’file’s still bein’ passed ‘round.
(He takes the pack out, then offers a smoke to the other man.)
Staring to the pack in Garrison’s hands, he nodded and took one out gently. Mumbling quietly to the other man.
“Appreciate it…”
His hand curled around the base of his balaclava, tugging it off. Placing it gently on the bar next to his beer. The scar on his right cheek now visible, including the few back teeth that peaked through.
“Sorry f’r the cheek… s’ugly. Hope it ain’t gonna ruin y’r appetite or anythin’.”
(He chuckles softly as he turns his head- a nasty burn scar, back teeth showing.)
Looks like we match, friend.
He chuckles at the man’s words, nodding lightly.
“Guess so.”
He messed with the smoke between his fingers, listening to the chatter around them.
“Y’do anythin’ fun outside of base? Y’know, other than work.”
(He takes out a lighter, offering it to the other man.)
Hmm.. Ride m’bike, mostly. Love feelin’ like I c’n fly without th’commitment a’ gettin’ a permit.
(He chuckles softly as he sips his drink once more.)
What ‘bout you?
Muttering another thanks, he took the lighter gratefully. Lighting the smoke before handing the lighter back to the other man.
“Mm, depends. If ‘m stuck here, got my bike. If I get t’go back home… get work with th’horses.”
A shrug left him as he brought the stick to his lips, letting out a quiet hum at the feeling.
“Nothin’ special…”
Mmm, good ol’ boy, are y’a? What kinda horses y’got back home?
(He pockets the lighter as he leans in a bit, his attention now almost fully on the conversation.)
He tits his head at the other man leaning in slightly, the good side of his lip cocking into a light smirk.
“Mm, got a few ranch horses… ol’clydesdale… my reinin’ horse…”
Another shrug, leaning to grab his beer and taking a swig. His voice a little quieter now that they sat closer.
(He whistles lowly)
Clydesdale… y’won’t anythin’ with ‘em?
He chuckled, nodding his head lightly. Holding that little grin on his face.
“He’s an old fella… th’others are in better show shape…”
Tilting his head to the man in front of him.
“Y’ever work with horses?”
Mmm… naw, them things r’ too damn big f’r comfort.
(What a pretty grin. He figures whoever his partner is would enjoy staring up at that for the rest of their life.
Lucky them.)
Think I’d get on one after a’ few drinks.
“Promise they’re jus’ big dogs.”
His hand came down to pat the other man’s leg a few times.
“Listen I could arrange tha’…”
Raising his brows slightly, teasing the other man’s lightly.
(He raises a brow slightly at the man patting his leg.
…Touchy. Must be from the south, too.
He smiles around the rim of his glass.)
Wouldn’ be opposed.
He let his eyes drift to the man’s smile… quite nice to see him grin like that.
“Listen… ‘m a nosy bastard…”
Clearing his throat slightly, he shifted in his seat. Swirling around his beer quietly.
“Y’got a missus?”
(His eyebrows shoot up a bit.. then he chuckles lowly as he takes a small sip and puts the glass back down.)
Gotta Mister. N’you?
(He leans forward just a bit more.
It all seems so familiar… the chase. The flirting. The pining. He’d wondered if he’d gone rusty, being in the ward so long. Or maybe just enjoyed the attention.
Something his therapist said at some point.. couldn’t recall in the moment with the man’s hand on his thigh.)
“Mm… not anymore. Been a while.”
He grinned once again to the man leaning forward. Taking another swig of his beer, he placed it down on the bar with a huff.
He wasn’t sure why he was feeding into this, the flirting. He hadn’t tried to flirt with anyone in years. Let alone, with a man like Garrison. Still not letting up on his hand that rested on the other man’s leg.
“‘m sure he’s a good man.”
(He grins slyly, a hand sliding up to just barely touch the man’s fingers on his thigh.)
A terrible, terrible man, he’d tell y’a. Kills people.
(He pauses a moment, recalling in his mind, when..
That lady from the rec room. Mentioned a husband.
Lieutenant Skid.
….Fuck. His touch is a bit tense, but.. he’s a bit too deep in this, now. Talking to a married man, and well above your pay grade. Shit. Shit!)
“Really now?”
Raising his brows to the man’s touch on his own. Yet watching him tense after a moment had that sly look immediately faltering.
“I ain’t seein’ anyone, if that’s what y’r thinkin’. Been divorced for almost 6 years.”
His tone grew slightly serious, meeting the others gaze. The once flirty look was now harsher, playful, but harsher.
I- ha, y’r perceptive, Lucas, I’ll gave y’a that..
(He chuckles softly as he places his hand fully over his.)
…Any reason y’wanted me out here, sir? More n’ jus’ drinks, is it?
(Right. Let’s not fumble this.They’re off base. Out of uniform. He can recover.
He tilts his head a bit as his hand gently guides the other man’s hand inside his thigh, a sly grin spreading on his face.)
His eyes drift down to where Garrison put his hand, raising his hands. He was expecting some more flirting, not a small move.
"Wasn't really thinkin' more than drinks... but..."
He hummed, shrugging shortly after. A little grin starting on his face again once the other moved his hand. This was where he was rusty...
M’man’s alright with sharin’, y’know. Even likes t’… watch.
(He looks the man up and down slowly, appreciatively.)
Y’know fraternizin’s against contract, yeah? Riskin’ y’r job bein’ with me.
"Does he now?"
He took his moment to look at the man, finally getting to really appreciate him. Humming at the sight, clearly happy with what he was seeing.
"I ain't gonna give a shit 'bout fraternizin'. Not like 'm gonna say anythin'."
🔥(The man’s already at the place, dawned in his civilian attire. Bike parked outside. He’s nursing a gin and tonic as he hums softly to himself, running a finger around the rim of the glass.)
Stepping into the building, he let out a sigh. Glancing around until he spotted the man he was meant to meet. Adjusting his face covering, he moved up to take a seat next to the other.
“S’nice t’see ya. Glad y’wanted t’still go f’r drinks.”
Hmm-? Ah, LT, pleasure’s all mine.
(He chuckles softly as he takes a slight sip of his drink.)
Lieutenant skid, was it? Good t’meet y’a n’ person. Put a face t’the name.
“Y’can call me Lucas, s’not like we’re on base.”
Waving his hand at the other man to brush off the formalities, he huffed. Turning his gaze to get the bartenders attention, ordering a simple beer before looking to the other man again.
“S’Garrison, yeah? Think I’ve come across your file once or twice.”
Hmm, hopin’ th’file said all good things..
(He chuckles as he places his glass down, going to dig through his pockets for a smoke.)
Surprised m’file’s still bein’ passed ‘round.
(He takes the pack out, then offers a smoke to the other man.)
Staring to the pack in Garrison’s hands, he nodded and took one out gently. Mumbling quietly to the other man.
“Appreciate it…”
His hand curled around the base of his balaclava, tugging it off. Placing it gently on the bar next to his beer. The scar on his right cheek now visible, including the few back teeth that peaked through.
“Sorry f’r the cheek… s’ugly. Hope it ain’t gonna ruin y’r appetite or anythin’.”
(He chuckles softly as he turns his head- a nasty burn scar, back teeth showing.)
Looks like we match, friend.
He chuckles at the man’s words, nodding lightly.
“Guess so.”
He messed with the smoke between his fingers, listening to the chatter around them.
“Y’do anythin’ fun outside of base? Y’know, other than work.”
(He takes out a lighter, offering it to the other man.)
Hmm.. Ride m’bike, mostly. Love feelin’ like I c’n fly without th’commitment a’ gettin’ a permit.
(He chuckles softly as he sips his drink once more.)
What ‘bout you?
Muttering another thanks, he took the lighter gratefully. Lighting the smoke before handing the lighter back to the other man.
“Mm, depends. If ‘m stuck here, got my bike. If I get t’go back home… get work with th’horses.”
A shrug left him as he brought the stick to his lips, letting out a quiet hum at the feeling.
“Nothin’ special…”
Mmm, good ol’ boy, are y’a? What kinda horses y’got back home?
(He pockets the lighter as he leans in a bit, his attention now almost fully on the conversation.)
He tits his head at the other man leaning in slightly, the good side of his lip cocking into a light smirk.
“Mm, got a few ranch horses… ol’clydesdale… my reinin’ horse…”
Another shrug, leaning to grab his beer and taking a swig. His voice a little quieter now that they sat closer.
(He whistles lowly)
Clydesdale… y’won’t anythin’ with ‘em?
He chuckled, nodding his head lightly. Holding that little grin on his face.
“He’s an old fella… th’others are in better show shape…”
Tilting his head to the man in front of him.
“Y’ever work with horses?”
Mmm… naw, them things r’ too damn big f’r comfort.
(What a pretty grin. He figures whoever his partner is would enjoy staring up at that for the rest of their life.
Lucky them.)
Think I’d get on one after a’ few drinks.
“Promise they’re jus’ big dogs.”
His hand came down to pat the other man’s leg a few times.
“Listen I could arrange tha’…”
Raising his brows slightly, teasing the other man’s lightly.
(He raises a brow slightly at the man patting his leg.
…Touchy. Must be from the south, too.
He smiles around the rim of his glass.)
Wouldn’ be opposed.
He let his eyes drift to the man’s smile… quite nice to see him grin like that.
“Listen… ‘m a nosy bastard…”
Clearing his throat slightly, he shifted in his seat. Swirling around his beer quietly.
“Y’got a missus?”
(His eyebrows shoot up a bit.. then he chuckles lowly as he takes a small sip and puts the glass back down.)
Gotta Mister. N’you?
(He leans forward just a bit more.
It all seems so familiar… the chase. The flirting. The pining. He’d wondered if he’d gone rusty, being in the ward so long. Or maybe just enjoyed the attention.
Something his therapist said at some point.. couldn’t recall in the moment with the man’s hand on his thigh.)
“Mm… not anymore. Been a while.”
He grinned once again to the man leaning forward. Taking another swig of his beer, he placed it down on the bar with a huff.
He wasn’t sure why he was feeding into this, the flirting. He hadn’t tried to flirt with anyone in years. Let alone, with a man like Garrison. Still not letting up on his hand that rested on the other man’s leg.
“‘m sure he’s a good man.”
(He grins slyly, a hand sliding up to just barely touch the man’s fingers on his thigh.)
A terrible, terrible man, he’d tell y’a. Kills people.
(He pauses a moment, recalling in his mind, when..
That lady from the rec room. Mentioned a husband.
Lieutenant Skid.
….Fuck. His touch is a bit tense, but.. he’s a bit too deep in this, now. Talking to a married man, and well above your pay grade. Shit. Shit!)
“Really now?”
Raising his brows to the man’s touch on his own. Yet watching him tense after a moment had that sly look immediately faltering.
“I ain’t seein’ anyone, if that’s what y’r thinkin’. Been divorced for almost 6 years.”
His tone grew slightly serious, meeting the others gaze. The once flirty look was now harsher, playful, but harsher.
I- ha, y’r perceptive, Lucas, I’ll gave y’a that..
(He chuckles softly as he places his hand fully over his.)
…Any reason y’wanted me out here, sir? More n’ jus’ drinks, is it?
(Right. Let’s not fumble this.They’re off base. Out of uniform. He can recover.
He tilts his head a bit as his hand gently guides the other man’s hand inside his thigh, a sly grin spreading on his face.)
His eyes drift down to where Garrison put his hand, raising his hands. He was expecting some more flirting, not a small move.
"Wasn't really thinkin' more than drinks... but..."
He hummed, shrugging shortly after. A little grin starting on his face again once the other moved his hand. This was where he was rusty...
🔥(The man’s already at the place, dawned in his civilian attire. Bike parked outside. He’s nursing a gin and tonic as he hums softly to himself, running a finger around the rim of the glass.)
Stepping into the building, he let out a sigh. Glancing around until he spotted the man he was meant to meet. Adjusting his face covering, he moved up to take a seat next to the other.
“S’nice t’see ya. Glad y’wanted t’still go f’r drinks.”
Hmm-? Ah, LT, pleasure’s all mine.
(He chuckles softly as he takes a slight sip of his drink.)
Lieutenant skid, was it? Good t’meet y’a n’ person. Put a face t’the name.
“Y’can call me Lucas, s’not like we’re on base.”
Waving his hand at the other man to brush off the formalities, he huffed. Turning his gaze to get the bartenders attention, ordering a simple beer before looking to the other man again.
“S’Garrison, yeah? Think I’ve come across your file once or twice.”
Hmm, hopin’ th’file said all good things..
(He chuckles as he places his glass down, going to dig through his pockets for a smoke.)
Surprised m’file’s still bein’ passed ‘round.
(He takes the pack out, then offers a smoke to the other man.)
Staring to the pack in Garrison’s hands, he nodded and took one out gently. Mumbling quietly to the other man.
“Appreciate it…”
His hand curled around the base of his balaclava, tugging it off. Placing it gently on the bar next to his beer. The scar on his right cheek now visible, including the few back teeth that peaked through.
“Sorry f’r the cheek… s’ugly. Hope it ain’t gonna ruin y’r appetite or anythin’.”
(He chuckles softly as he turns his head- a nasty burn scar, back teeth showing.)
Looks like we match, friend.
He chuckles at the man’s words, nodding lightly.
“Guess so.”
He messed with the smoke between his fingers, listening to the chatter around them.
“Y’do anythin’ fun outside of base? Y’know, other than work.”
(He takes out a lighter, offering it to the other man.)
Hmm.. Ride m’bike, mostly. Love feelin’ like I c’n fly without th’commitment a’ gettin’ a permit.
(He chuckles softly as he sips his drink once more.)
What ‘bout you?
Muttering another thanks, he took the lighter gratefully. Lighting the smoke before handing the lighter back to the other man.
“Mm, depends. If ‘m stuck here, got my bike. If I get t’go back home… get work with th’horses.”
A shrug left him as he brought the stick to his lips, letting out a quiet hum at the feeling.
“Nothin’ special…”
Mmm, good ol’ boy, are y’a? What kinda horses y’got back home?
(He pockets the lighter as he leans in a bit, his attention now almost fully on the conversation.)
He tits his head at the other man leaning in slightly, the good side of his lip cocking into a light smirk.
“Mm, got a few ranch horses… ol’clydesdale… my reinin’ horse…”
Another shrug, leaning to grab his beer and taking a swig. His voice a little quieter now that they sat closer.
(He whistles lowly)
Clydesdale… y’won’t anythin’ with ‘em?
He chuckled, nodding his head lightly. Holding that little grin on his face.
“He’s an old fella… th’others are in better show shape…”
Tilting his head to the man in front of him.
“Y’ever work with horses?”
Mmm… naw, them things r’ too damn big f’r comfort.
(What a pretty grin. He figures whoever his partner is would enjoy staring up at that for the rest of their life.
Lucky them.)
Think I’d get on one after a’ few drinks.
“Promise they’re jus’ big dogs.”
His hand came down to pat the other man’s leg a few times.
“Listen I could arrange tha’…”
Raising his brows slightly, teasing the other man’s lightly.
(He raises a brow slightly at the man patting his leg.
…Touchy. Must be from the south, too.
He smiles around the rim of his glass.)
Wouldn’ be opposed.
He let his eyes drift to the man’s smile… quite nice to see him grin like that.
“Listen… ‘m a nosy bastard…”
Clearing his throat slightly, he shifted in his seat. Swirling around his beer quietly.
“Y’got a missus?”
(His eyebrows shoot up a bit.. then he chuckles lowly as he takes a small sip and puts the glass back down.)
Gotta Mister. N’you?
(He leans forward just a bit more.
It all seems so familiar… the chase. The flirting. The pining. He’d wondered if he’d gone rusty, being in the ward so long. Or maybe just enjoyed the attention.
Something his therapist said at some point.. couldn’t recall in the moment with the man’s hand on his thigh.)
“Mm… not anymore. Been a while.”
He grinned once again to the man leaning forward. Taking another swig of his beer, he placed it down on the bar with a huff.
He wasn’t sure why he was feeding into this, the flirting. He hadn’t tried to flirt with anyone in years. Let alone, with a man like Garrison. Still not letting up on his hand that rested on the other man’s leg.
“‘m sure he’s a good man.”
(He grins slyly, a hand sliding up to just barely touch the man’s fingers on his thigh.)
A terrible, terrible man, he’d tell y’a. Kills people.
(He pauses a moment, recalling in his mind, when..
That lady from the rec room. Mentioned a husband.
Lieutenant Skid.
….Fuck. His touch is a bit tense, but.. he’s a bit too deep in this, now. Talking to a married man, and well above your pay grade. Shit. Shit!)
“Really now?”
Raising his brows to the man’s touch on his own. Yet watching him tense after a moment had that sly look immediately faltering.
“I ain’t seein’ anyone, if that’s what y’r thinkin’. Been divorced for almost 6 years.”
His tone grew slightly serious, meeting the others gaze. The once flirty look was now harsher, playful, but harsher.
🔥(The man’s already at the place, dawned in his civilian attire. Bike parked outside. He’s nursing a gin and tonic as he hums softly to himself, running a finger around the rim of the glass.)
Stepping into the building, he let out a sigh. Glancing around until he spotted the man he was meant to meet. Adjusting his face covering, he moved up to take a seat next to the other.
“S’nice t’see ya. Glad y’wanted t’still go f’r drinks.”
Hmm-? Ah, LT, pleasure’s all mine.
(He chuckles softly as he takes a slight sip of his drink.)
Lieutenant skid, was it? Good t’meet y’a n’ person. Put a face t’the name.
“Y’can call me Lucas, s’not like we’re on base.”
Waving his hand at the other man to brush off the formalities, he huffed. Turning his gaze to get the bartenders attention, ordering a simple beer before looking to the other man again.
“S’Garrison, yeah? Think I’ve come across your file once or twice.”
Hmm, hopin’ th’file said all good things..
(He chuckles as he places his glass down, going to dig through his pockets for a smoke.)
Surprised m’file’s still bein’ passed ‘round.
(He takes the pack out, then offers a smoke to the other man.)
Staring to the pack in Garrison’s hands, he nodded and took one out gently. Mumbling quietly to the other man.
“Appreciate it…”
His hand curled around the base of his balaclava, tugging it off. Placing it gently on the bar next to his beer. The scar on his right cheek now visible, including the few back teeth that peaked through.
“Sorry f’r the cheek… s’ugly. Hope it ain’t gonna ruin y’r appetite or anythin’.”
(He chuckles softly as he turns his head- a nasty burn scar, back teeth showing.)
Looks like we match, friend.
He chuckles at the man’s words, nodding lightly.
“Guess so.”
He messed with the smoke between his fingers, listening to the chatter around them.
“Y’do anythin’ fun outside of base? Y’know, other than work.”
(He takes out a lighter, offering it to the other man.)
Hmm.. Ride m’bike, mostly. Love feelin’ like I c’n fly without th’commitment a’ gettin’ a permit.
(He chuckles softly as he sips his drink once more.)
What ‘bout you?
Muttering another thanks, he took the lighter gratefully. Lighting the smoke before handing the lighter back to the other man.
“Mm, depends. If ‘m stuck here, got my bike. If I get t’go back home… get work with th’horses.”
A shrug left him as he brought the stick to his lips, letting out a quiet hum at the feeling.
“Nothin’ special…”
Mmm, good ol’ boy, are y’a? What kinda horses y’got back home?
(He pockets the lighter as he leans in a bit, his attention now almost fully on the conversation.)
He tits his head at the other man leaning in slightly, the good side of his lip cocking into a light smirk.
“Mm, got a few ranch horses… ol’clydesdale… my reinin’ horse…”
Another shrug, leaning to grab his beer and taking a swig. His voice a little quieter now that they sat closer.
(He whistles lowly)
Clydesdale… y’won’t anythin’ with ‘em?
He chuckled, nodding his head lightly. Holding that little grin on his face.
“He’s an old fella… th’others are in better show shape…”
Tilting his head to the man in front of him.
“Y’ever work with horses?”
Mmm… naw, them things r’ too damn big f’r comfort.
(What a pretty grin. He figures whoever his partner is would enjoy staring up at that for the rest of their life.
Lucky them.)
Think I’d get on one after a’ few drinks.
“Promise they’re jus’ big dogs.”
His hand came down to pat the other man’s leg a few times.
“Listen I could arrange tha’…”
Raising his brows slightly, teasing the other man’s lightly.
(He raises a brow slightly at the man patting his leg.
…Touchy. Must be from the south, too.
He smiles around the rim of his glass.)
Wouldn’ be opposed.
He let his eyes drift to the man’s smile… quite nice to see him grin like that.
“Listen… ‘m a nosy bastard…”
Clearing his throat slightly, he shifted in his seat. Swirling around his beer quietly.
“Y’got a missus?”
(His eyebrows shoot up a bit.. then he chuckles lowly as he takes a small sip and puts the glass back down.)
Gotta Mister. N’you?
(He leans forward just a bit more.
It all seems so familiar… the chase. The flirting. The pining. He’d wondered if he’d gone rusty, being in the ward so long. Or maybe just enjoyed the attention.
Something his therapist said at some point.. couldn’t recall in the moment with the man’s hand on his thigh.)
“Mm… not anymore. Been a while.”
He grinned once again to the man leaning forward. Taking another swig of his beer, he placed it down on the bar with a huff.
He wasn’t sure why he was feeding into this, the flirting. He hadn’t tried to flirt with anyone in years. Let alone, with a man like Garrison. Still not letting up on his hand that rested on the other man’s leg.
“‘m sure he’s a good man.”
🔥(The man’s already at the place, dawned in his civilian attire. Bike parked outside. He’s nursing a gin and tonic as he hums softly to himself, running a finger around the rim of the glass.)
Stepping into the building, he let out a sigh. Glancing around until he spotted the man he was meant to meet. Adjusting his face covering, he moved up to take a seat next to the other.
“S’nice t’see ya. Glad y’wanted t’still go f’r drinks.”
Hmm-? Ah, LT, pleasure’s all mine.
(He chuckles softly as he takes a slight sip of his drink.)
Lieutenant skid, was it? Good t’meet y’a n’ person. Put a face t’the name.
“Y’can call me Lucas, s’not like we’re on base.”
Waving his hand at the other man to brush off the formalities, he huffed. Turning his gaze to get the bartenders attention, ordering a simple beer before looking to the other man again.
“S’Garrison, yeah? Think I’ve come across your file once or twice.”
Hmm, hopin’ th’file said all good things..
(He chuckles as he places his glass down, going to dig through his pockets for a smoke.)
Surprised m’file’s still bein’ passed ‘round.
(He takes the pack out, then offers a smoke to the other man.)
Staring to the pack in Garrison’s hands, he nodded and took one out gently. Mumbling quietly to the other man.
“Appreciate it…”
His hand curled around the base of his balaclava, tugging it off. Placing it gently on the bar next to his beer. The scar on his right cheek now visible, including the few back teeth that peaked through.
“Sorry f’r the cheek… s’ugly. Hope it ain’t gonna ruin y’r appetite or anythin’.”
(He chuckles softly as he turns his head- a nasty burn scar, back teeth showing.)
Looks like we match, friend.
He chuckles at the man’s words, nodding lightly.
“Guess so.”
He messed with the smoke between his fingers, listening to the chatter around them.
“Y’do anythin’ fun outside of base? Y’know, other than work.”
(He takes out a lighter, offering it to the other man.)
Hmm.. Ride m’bike, mostly. Love feelin’ like I c’n fly without th’commitment a’ gettin’ a permit.
(He chuckles softly as he sips his drink once more.)
What ‘bout you?
Muttering another thanks, he took the lighter gratefully. Lighting the smoke before handing the lighter back to the other man.
“Mm, depends. If ‘m stuck here, got my bike. If I get t’go back home… get work with th’horses.”
A shrug left him as he brought the stick to his lips, letting out a quiet hum at the feeling.
“Nothin’ special…”
Mmm, good ol’ boy, are y’a? What kinda horses y’got back home?
(He pockets the lighter as he leans in a bit, his attention now almost fully on the conversation.)
He tits his head at the other man leaning in slightly, the good side of his lip cocking into a light smirk.
“Mm, got a few ranch horses… ol’clydesdale… my reinin’ horse…”
Another shrug, leaning to grab his beer and taking a swig. His voice a little quieter now that they sat closer.
(He whistles lowly)
Clydesdale… y’won’t anythin’ with ‘em?
He chuckled, nodding his head lightly. Holding that little grin on his face.
“He’s an old fella… th’others are in better show shape…”
Tilting his head to the man in front of him.
“Y’ever work with horses?”
Mmm… naw, them things r’ too damn big f’r comfort.
(What a pretty grin. He figures whoever his partner is would enjoy staring up at that for the rest of their life.
Lucky them.)
Think I’d get on one after a’ few drinks.
“Promise they’re jus’ big dogs.”
His hand came down to pat the other man’s leg a few times.
“Listen I could arrange tha’…”
Raising his brows slightly, teasing the other man’s lightly.
(He raises a brow slightly at the man patting his leg.
…Touchy. Must be from the south, too.
He smiles around the rim of his glass.)
Wouldn’ be opposed.
He let his eyes drift to the man’s smile… quite nice to see him grin like that.
“Listen… ‘m a nosy bastard…”
Clearing his throat slightly, he shifted in his seat. Swirling around his beer quietly.
“Y’got a missus?”
🔥(The man’s already at the place, dawned in his civilian attire. Bike parked outside. He’s nursing a gin and tonic as he hums softly to himself, running a finger around the rim of the glass.)
Stepping into the building, he let out a sigh. Glancing around until he spotted the man he was meant to meet. Adjusting his face covering, he moved up to take a seat next to the other.
“S’nice t’see ya. Glad y’wanted t’still go f’r drinks.”
Hmm-? Ah, LT, pleasure’s all mine.
(He chuckles softly as he takes a slight sip of his drink.)
Lieutenant skid, was it? Good t’meet y’a n’ person. Put a face t’the name.
“Y’can call me Lucas, s’not like we’re on base.”
Waving his hand at the other man to brush off the formalities, he huffed. Turning his gaze to get the bartenders attention, ordering a simple beer before looking to the other man again.
“S’Garrison, yeah? Think I’ve come across your file once or twice.”
Hmm, hopin’ th’file said all good things..
(He chuckles as he places his glass down, going to dig through his pockets for a smoke.)
Surprised m’file’s still bein’ passed ‘round.
(He takes the pack out, then offers a smoke to the other man.)
Staring to the pack in Garrison’s hands, he nodded and took one out gently. Mumbling quietly to the other man.
“Appreciate it…”
His hand curled around the base of his balaclava, tugging it off. Placing it gently on the bar next to his beer. The scar on his right cheek now visible, including the few back teeth that peaked through.
“Sorry f’r the cheek… s’ugly. Hope it ain’t gonna ruin y’r appetite or anythin’.”
(He chuckles softly as he turns his head- a nasty burn scar, back teeth showing.)
Looks like we match, friend.
He chuckles at the man’s words, nodding lightly.
“Guess so.”
He messed with the smoke between his fingers, listening to the chatter around them.
“Y’do anythin’ fun outside of base? Y’know, other than work.”
(He takes out a lighter, offering it to the other man.)
Hmm.. Ride m’bike, mostly. Love feelin’ like I c’n fly without th’commitment a’ gettin’ a permit.
(He chuckles softly as he sips his drink once more.)
What ‘bout you?
Muttering another thanks, he took the lighter gratefully. Lighting the smoke before handing the lighter back to the other man.
“Mm, depends. If ‘m stuck here, got my bike. If I get t’go back home… get work with th’horses.”
A shrug left him as he brought the stick to his lips, letting out a quiet hum at the feeling.
“Nothin’ special…”
Mmm, good ol’ boy, are y’a? What kinda horses y’got back home?
(He pockets the lighter as he leans in a bit, his attention now almost fully on the conversation.)
He tits his head at the other man leaning in slightly, the good side of his lip cocking into a light smirk.
“Mm, got a few ranch horses… ol’clydesdale… my reinin’ horse…”
Another shrug, leaning to grab his beer and taking a swig. His voice a little quieter now that they sat closer.
(He whistles lowly)
Clydesdale… y’won’t anythin’ with ‘em?
He chuckled, nodding his head lightly. Holding that little grin on his face.
“He’s an old fella… th’others are in better show shape…”
Tilting his head to the man in front of him.
“Y’ever work with horses?”
Mmm… naw, them things r’ too damn big f’r comfort.
(What a pretty grin. He figures whoever his partner is would enjoy staring up at that for the rest of their life.
Lucky them.)
Think I’d get on one after a’ few drinks.
“Promise they’re jus’ big dogs.”
His hand came down to pat the other man’s leg a few times.
“Listen I could arrange tha’…”
Raising his brows slightly, teasing the other man’s lightly.
🔥(The man’s already at the place, dawned in his civilian attire. Bike parked outside. He’s nursing a gin and tonic as he hums softly to himself, running a finger around the rim of the glass.)
Stepping into the building, he let out a sigh. Glancing around until he spotted the man he was meant to meet. Adjusting his face covering, he moved up to take a seat next to the other.
“S’nice t’see ya. Glad y’wanted t’still go f’r drinks.”
Hmm-? Ah, LT, pleasure’s all mine.
(He chuckles softly as he takes a slight sip of his drink.)
Lieutenant skid, was it? Good t’meet y’a n’ person. Put a face t’the name.
“Y’can call me Lucas, s’not like we’re on base.”
Waving his hand at the other man to brush off the formalities, he huffed. Turning his gaze to get the bartenders attention, ordering a simple beer before looking to the other man again.
“S’Garrison, yeah? Think I’ve come across your file once or twice.”
Hmm, hopin’ th’file said all good things..
(He chuckles as he places his glass down, going to dig through his pockets for a smoke.)
Surprised m’file’s still bein’ passed ‘round.
(He takes the pack out, then offers a smoke to the other man.)
Staring to the pack in Garrison’s hands, he nodded and took one out gently. Mumbling quietly to the other man.
“Appreciate it…”
His hand curled around the base of his balaclava, tugging it off. Placing it gently on the bar next to his beer. The scar on his right cheek now visible, including the few back teeth that peaked through.
“Sorry f’r the cheek… s’ugly. Hope it ain’t gonna ruin y’r appetite or anythin’.”
(He chuckles softly as he turns his head- a nasty burn scar, back teeth showing.)
Looks like we match, friend.
He chuckles at the man’s words, nodding lightly.
“Guess so.”
He messed with the smoke between his fingers, listening to the chatter around them.
“Y’do anythin’ fun outside of base? Y’know, other than work.”
(He takes out a lighter, offering it to the other man.)
Hmm.. Ride m’bike, mostly. Love feelin’ like I c’n fly without th’commitment a’ gettin’ a permit.
(He chuckles softly as he sips his drink once more.)
What ‘bout you?
Muttering another thanks, he took the lighter gratefully. Lighting the smoke before handing the lighter back to the other man.
“Mm, depends. If ‘m stuck here, got my bike. If I get t’go back home… get work with th’horses.”
A shrug left him as he brought the stick to his lips, letting out a quiet hum at the feeling.
“Nothin’ special…”
Mmm, good ol’ boy, are y’a? What kinda horses y’got back home?
(He pockets the lighter as he leans in a bit, his attention now almost fully on the conversation.)
He tits his head at the other man leaning in slightly, the good side of his lip cocking into a light smirk.
“Mm, got a few ranch horses… ol’clydesdale… my reinin’ horse…”
Another shrug, leaning to grab his beer and taking a swig. His voice a little quieter now that they sat closer.
(He whistles lowly)
Clydesdale… y’won’t anythin’ with ‘em?
He chuckled, nodding his head lightly. Holding that little grin on his face.
“He’s an old fella… th’others are in better show shape…”
Tilting his head to the man in front of him.
“Y’ever work with horses?”
🔥(The man’s already at the place, dawned in his civilian attire. Bike parked outside. He’s nursing a gin and tonic as he hums softly to himself, running a finger around the rim of the glass.)
Stepping into the building, he let out a sigh. Glancing around until he spotted the man he was meant to meet. Adjusting his face covering, he moved up to take a seat next to the other.
“S’nice t’see ya. Glad y’wanted t’still go f’r drinks.”
Hmm-? Ah, LT, pleasure’s all mine.
(He chuckles softly as he takes a slight sip of his drink.)
Lieutenant skid, was it? Good t’meet y’a n’ person. Put a face t’the name.
“Y’can call me Lucas, s’not like we’re on base.”
Waving his hand at the other man to brush off the formalities, he huffed. Turning his gaze to get the bartenders attention, ordering a simple beer before looking to the other man again.
“S’Garrison, yeah? Think I’ve come across your file once or twice.”
Hmm, hopin’ th’file said all good things..
(He chuckles as he places his glass down, going to dig through his pockets for a smoke.)
Surprised m’file’s still bein’ passed ‘round.
(He takes the pack out, then offers a smoke to the other man.)
Staring to the pack in Garrison’s hands, he nodded and took one out gently. Mumbling quietly to the other man.
“Appreciate it…”
His hand curled around the base of his balaclava, tugging it off. Placing it gently on the bar next to his beer. The scar on his right cheek now visible, including the few back teeth that peaked through.
“Sorry f’r the cheek… s’ugly. Hope it ain’t gonna ruin y’r appetite or anythin’.”
(He chuckles softly as he turns his head- a nasty burn scar, back teeth showing.)
Looks like we match, friend.
He chuckles at the man’s words, nodding lightly.
“Guess so.”
He messed with the smoke between his fingers, listening to the chatter around them.
“Y’do anythin’ fun outside of base? Y’know, other than work.”
(He takes out a lighter, offering it to the other man.)
Hmm.. Ride m’bike, mostly. Love feelin’ like I c’n fly without th’commitment a’ gettin’ a permit.
(He chuckles softly as he sips his drink once more.)
What ‘bout you?
Muttering another thanks, he took the lighter gratefully. Lighting the smoke before handing the lighter back to the other man.
“Mm, depends. If ‘m stuck here, got my bike. If I get t’go back home… get work with th’horses.”
A shrug left him as he brought the stick to his lips, letting out a quiet hum at the feeling.
“Nothin’ special…”
Mmm, good ol’ boy, are y’a? What kinda horses y’got back home?
(He pockets the lighter as he leans in a bit, his attention now almost fully on the conversation.)
He tits his head at the other man leaning in slightly, the good side of his lip cocking into a light smirk.
“Mm, got a few ranch horses… ol’clydesdale… my reinin’ horse…”
Another shrug, leaning to grab his beer and taking a swig. His voice a little quieter now that they sat closer.
