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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 23, 2009 17:17:21 GMT -5
"But you're not angry?" Adrien managed through giggling and turning his head to kiss Adrian back.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2009 17:22:56 GMT -5
"I'm not angry, only... out of my element."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 23, 2009 17:24:23 GMT -5
"You shoulda ordered a real drink," said Adrien with a pretty, perfectly-applied lipstick smile.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2009 17:26:01 GMT -5
"And risk drawing attention to myself? No, thank you."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 23, 2009 17:35:26 GMT -5
"Attention's already on you," said Adrien, tweaking his nose. "Eyes have been on you ever since we walked in. You're so ritz-y. And your girlfriend is a pip. You shouldn't let her flick your nose, you know. You should put her in her place. ...Wonder when the drinks'll get here," he mused, before Adrian would quite get the chance to realize what a rather ghastly thing he'd said right before that, although this was not his intention.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2009 17:39:03 GMT -5
"And what precisely do you mean by 'your girlfriend', hmmm?" said Adrian. He knew full-well already, but chose to ignore this as he pulled Adrien tighter into his lap.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 23, 2009 17:39:56 GMT -5
"The date in the dress," said Adrien, snuggling and putting his arms around him.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2009 17:40:42 GMT -5
Adrian smiled at him, a bit forcedly but smiling nonetheless.
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 23, 2009 17:41:43 GMT -5
Cuddled as he was, though, he couldn't quite see Adrian's face.
"Adrian? D'you want to dance? I'm actually kind of good at it."
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2009 19:12:41 GMT -5
"I don't think I'd know how to- by these standards-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 23, 2009 19:17:02 GMT -5
He looked up at him with hopeful, liquid eyes, their blue made a faint violet in this lighting, the black eye makeup surrounding them providing the illusion that they were even larger than they were.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 23, 2009 19:23:15 GMT -5
"If you want to dance, I won't stop you. I'll stay here."
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 23, 2009 19:26:03 GMT -5
Adrien resigned himself to no-dancing-with-Adrian-ever. It wasn't that hard. He was used to it.
"Nevermind," he said, slipping off of his lap. "It's not like Marchetti ever danced with me either."
This suspiciously-like-sulky reply was so softly-spoken, though, that in this club Adrian would hardly be able to hear it. While not inaudible, it was clearly not meant to be taken as part of a continued conversation.
Furthermore, there was no reproach in the words, even in their tone.
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Post by Adrian Veidt on Nov 24, 2009 12:27:23 GMT -5
But he had heard, and his reaction was obvious and immediate, almost childish in its insistence that it was Not The Same. He stood up behind him in a hurry and caught him by the shoulder.
"Adrien, wait-"
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Post by Adrien Baillon on Nov 24, 2009 12:33:16 GMT -5
Adrien turned to look up at him. Even though he was taller in the heels, it only served to make him, in this context, that much smaller-seeming. A glance down at the shoes themselves made his feet look tinier. Divine had once enviously told him he was built like Cinderella, not that he'd been anything more than bewildered at that remark.
"It's no biggie," he said gently. "I just mean that I know when not to hope."
((unlike some people. :/))
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