Log: Complete

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When; Oct. 22 (night)
Rating; PG13?
Characters; Cain Hargreaves misterblackbird, the Corinthian bitingnightmare
Summary; Accusing the younger man of sequestering himself in his sanctuary results in a face to face meeting at the Coliseum.
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The nightmare was there first, being quite familiar with the old fashioned pub setting. He waited at a corner table near the window, snow white in hair contrasting the pitch black leather of his jacket. His sunglasses shielded the ivory lining his eyelids but in this city teetheyes weren't so extraordinary compared to blue skin or triple angel wings or cybernetic gun arms.

It was for this reason that he didn't bother to keep the smoke from escaping through all three of his mouths. His Mild Seven was halfway burnt.

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"I'm glad you welcome my attention," the Corinthian replied, not quite cold, not quite warm, but honest. To Cori, accepting that fruit wasn't a contract, only a subtle gesture. He could play that game too.

After considering their drinks for a moment, he took another gulp of that tequila cocktail then pushed both Zombie and Bishop in front of Cain. Cori gestured to the glasses.

"Sweet on one end, burning bitter on the other," from red to amber, "I'm on to you, boy." The Corinthian purred low in his throat, giving Cain another tip of the sunglasses. He plucked a small slice of fruit and dipped it into the tequila, using the wedge to stir it before he put the soft soaked flesh into his mouth. Then he stood from his chair and adjusted his leather jacket, only to turn and quickly tip the Victorian's chin for a kiss.

He pushed the fruit between Cain's lips with his tongue.

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He was caught, not unawares, but by surprise as the other man whirled back to him again, to kiss him. One hand pressed against the table; the other, the leather jacket and the chest of the man wearing it. A tipped chin and a stranger's lips on his; that invasive tongue and the liquor-drenched fruit finding their way into his mouth. And he had little choice but to take it.

He pulled away from the kiss, shutting tightly his eyes and his hands.

The burning alcohol back in his mouth made him take some time before he could find his favorite distant, half-smiling mask again.

"Regrettably, I am enamoured already of another and am, as some might say, unavailable for such dalliances. Good evening."

He stood up, dabbing at his mouth with his handkerchief--the burning was back in his throat again--and more than ready to leave this teasing annoyance behind.

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He put up no fight when Cain pulled away, revealing the smiles on the nightmare's face. "And you know very much that telling me so only serves to heighten the temptation, much approved."

Cori gave Cain a quick wink and a rakish grin as he stood up straight, much taller than the brunette. He upnodded once more, "of course. Hard to get, and the thrill gone when not in pursuit." He rubbed his forehead melodramatically before taking the Zombie for another gulp.

"My treat," he repeated his words from the network, but their meaning this time was ambiguous.

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Pursuit he could endure, pursuit he could even enjoy. He could perhaps maintain the distance between them, so long as bits of fruit and strange cocktails weren't being forced down his throat, but the distance most likely wouldn't easily be kept. Especially not after more than a few weak points had been found in the matter of one meeting.

"Of course," he said, smiling, "I know perfectly well."

That condescending toss of his head that he had--Cain fussed with his shirt cuff, detached. Frustrating. Peculiar. And how could he drink that stuff--gulp that stuff--like that?

"Your treat," he laughed darkly, wondering if he had truly understood all the nuance hidden in that small phrase. Distance, distance: he wouldn't want to be let close already. Distance was a treat itself.

So long as the game was played right and well, even Cain, especially Cain, could be amused by it.

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He tossed his money on the table, covering the wine and tequila drinks, even unfinished as they were. Cori took a lean against the table, his rear pressed to the edge as he folded his arms loosely across his chest. He smirked at Cain, waiting to see if the boy could even will himself to walk out alone. "I have your number," said the nightmare, and it was true.

All the Victorian would have to do was sleep, and the dark mirror of moonlight white hair could be there.

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A brief anxiety sparked across his mind and the cellular device was heavy in his pocket, but no, that was impossible. So, metaphorically speaking. He let amusement play on his face, oblivious to the real meaning.

"I said it once before, but I'll say it again. Good evening."

Collected, hands in his pockets, he turned away from the table and found his way back out of the smoky pub and into the the dark streets.

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"Sweet dreams," the Corinthian said in parting to Cain, equally amused. Were they both under the reign of the Queen herself he would have tipped his hat to the boy.