William
is
currently taking advantage of the current lack of junk in the atmosphere and bar hopping. He's already a bit cheerful by the third pub_
_clapping stanger's shoulders and giving high fives to others as he makes his way to the bar.
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is
sitting at the bar sipping a pint as he rolled his latest catch between his fingers. He wasn't even really looking at it right now.
lands, yes land is an appropriate word when he's in his state, in the seat by Arthur. He quickly orders a beer, glancing at the object in_
the older man's hands. 'What's that mate?'
blinks at the question and looks over at the other... rather drunk man. He quickly closed his hand around the shinning gem like object and
pocketed it. "Nothin' at all," he took a long drink of his beer.
hums, leaning closer to get a better look at the older man. 'It's kind of a bit girly for ya, but you'd maybe suit it if you plurked your_
*plucked your eyebrows.'
almost coughed up his next swallow of drink at that. "Oh bugger off," he glared a bit at him. He was used to people commenting on it, but
really he just ignored them most of the time.
laughs, wiggling his own eyebrows at the other. 'So what's your name mate?' He's not about to bugger off, especially at that reaction.
eyed him a bit wearily at that as he shifted in his seat. He was sure this guy was just some harmless fool. "Who's asking?"
smiles widely, 'William is asking.' He holds out a hand for a shake. Really, he's only a Rubbish Hauler.
glanced at the hand before taking it. "Arthur." He wasn't really used to people taking much notice of him.
wouldn't know why. Maybe he's just too drunk to sense the standoff-ish aura Arthur emits. 'Arthur, huh?' he asks, letting it roll over_
his tongue. 'Suits ya, more than that jewellery you're rather smitten with.'
frowns a bit, "it's not mine." He waved a dismissive hand at him before he went back to sipping at his drink. He didn't want to admit that
he was maybe mildly interested in talking to this man.
puts his chin in his hand, elbow propped on the bar. 'Oh, is it for a Jess?' he asks, attention somewhat drifting when his drink arrives.
rolls his eyes at that and shakes his head as he downed more of his drink before he ordered a second one. "No it's not."
hums, grinning. 'I don't think a guy would appreciate that mate...' He takes a swig of his bottle.
gaped a bit at that and looked over at him. "You git, I stole it." He finished off his drink and glanced around, still waiting on the person
who'd hired him.
chokes on his drink, 'W-what?'
grinned at that response as he pushed his glass away and moved to get up. "I don't even know what it is, I was just hired to get it, so I
did."
watches the other, a little wide eyed. '... well, whatever gives ya kicks I guess, eh?'
shook his head as he put some money down for his drink and enough for William's as well. "No, whatever pays."
blinks at the amount, giving the other a bright grin. 'Well ya can't argue with that,' he concedes, 'Thanks mate.'
nods a bit as he watched him for a moment. "You're welcome... what do you do anyway William?"
waves a hand off, 'Nothing all that interesting. I deal with space junk that is threatening satellites and the like, why?'
shrugged and tucked his hands in his pockets. "Just curious, don't mention this anyone yeah?"
mimes zipping up his mouth, 'Lips are sealed mate.' He had bought his drink after all.
nods and smiles at that, "right... enjoy your night then."
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is
almost tempted to ask what the rush was but... He leaves it at a 'Thanks. Might see ya around.' He finishes his beer, pushing himself up._
He's already planning out the route to the next bar.
just wasn't sure hanging around him was a good idea. He nodded a bit as he headed for the door, on his way out though he paused to glance
back.
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pushing his way through the crowd when Arthur looks back, giving the man a small wave. 'Waiting for me?' he asks, once he's tumbled out of_
the crowd, a smirk on his lips.
blinks at that and quickly shakes his head, turning away a bit. "No, not waiting for you..." he was just.. hell he didn't know what he was
doing.
winks, pushing the door open. 'That's a shame.' He takes a deep breath when he's outside, glad it's a cold night.
slips outside after him and looks confused at that response. "Why is that a shame?"
raises a brow, before laughing it off with a shrug. 'Nothing, nothing at all mate.' He looks t his sheet of paper, which
*his list of pubs. 'Where's 'The Loft?'
frowns a bit at that and looks over at his list. "You have a list?" He reached over and snatched it from him. "You don't need a list."
gapes, 'The locals in the first pub helped me make that!' He tries to snatch it back.
holds it away from him and grins a bit, "I'm sure they did... why are you bar hoping anyway?"
holds onto Arthur's shoulder, using his height to his advantage as he tries to get it back. 'I'm still quite new to the place, trying to_
find one I like.'
folded it and clutched it behind his back with that. "Yeah, none of those are good places."
raises an eyebrow, 'Well if you're gonna take my list, you have to take responsibility and show me the good places.'
stares at him for a moment and nodded. "Fine..." he could do that... he thinks.
looks pleased, 'Alright then. Where to Cap?'
frowned a bit, well shit... what had he gotten himself into? "Right... this way."
follows along, looking rather chuffed with himself. Especially so when Arthur looked like a deer caught in headlights. 'What kind of bar is_
this one then?'
glanced over at him at the question and grinned. "A good one," he started walking with that, hands in his pockets.
raises an eyebrow, 'I'll be the judge of that mate.' He rests his hands behind his head, elbows high as he follows the other.
just continued to grin with that. "Hmm... I'm not a low class thief, mate. I know where is good to get a pint."
holds his hands up in defence, 'I didn't say anything about you being a petty thief mate.' He gives the other a grin, 'I'm just hoping the_
place you're leading me to isn''t as uptight as you.'
looked over at him with a deep frown, "I'm only uptight because of what I do. Live in my world and you'd be the same." He doubted his own
words though, the man didn't seem like it was possible at all and those kinds of people didn't survive long in his field of work.
gets the excitement of stealing, especially when the stakes are high but... he might leave that for cinematic thrills. 'I'll settle for_
living vicariously through you Artie,' he replies, all smiles.
rolls his eyes at that and keeps walking, heading for quieter streets that seem less traveled and maybe a little dingy. "Don't call me
that."
hums, 'How about Art then? Or Art-oo. Or I could call ya Prince Arthur.' He's definitely having too much fun.
frowns a bit as he turned down another street. "You can stick with Arthur." He finally stopped in front of a small bar, it looked a little
dingy and not the typical place anyone would walk into because it seemed inviting. He pulled the door open and held it for him.
thanks him with a wink as he walks through, 'Prince Artie it is then.' He finds them a booth, sitting himself down rather quickly.
followed him in and sat down across from him, he liked this place. Inside it felt homey and it was full of regulars. The music was good and
the food even better. The pool games were even good.
isn't complaining yet, looking around the pub with a small smile. He wouldn't have guessed from the outside what the pub would have been_
like. 'You look happier your highness.'
looked over at him and glared a bit as he waved to the bartender. "The usual, for him as well."
blinks, 'What's 'The usual?'
looks over at him and shrugs, "you'll find out when it gets here."
raises an eyebrow, 'Can't just tell me now?'
shakes his head as he shrugged out of his coat and pulled the gem out of his pocket. He put it on the table and fished a small bag out of
the other one.
reaches forward to pick it up, holding it up against the light. 'Pretty cut... must of been a hard job, huh?'
looked up at him and reached out to take it back from him. "Easy job."
holds it up above his head, revenge for the list earlier. 'Let's hear about it then.'
stares at him, "not funny. Give that back now."
smirks, 'Make me.'
stared at him, "I can't tell you about it. Not give it back or I will make you."
's eyes glint with an unspoken challenge. 'I said you should make me, didn't I?'
folded his arms over his chest at that before he got up and moved over to his side of the booth, trapping him in the seat. "Give it to me or
you can pay what my client is paying for it."
makes room for him on the bench, obviously not that bothered. 'But then you'll have to deal with a saddle sore client Arthur...' He shrugs,
'Just tell me how you did it and I'll give it back.'
continued to glare now as he watched him carefully. "Why would you want to know that?"
shrugs. 'I like bedtime stories?' he replies with a cheeky grin. He's really very harmless, just a bit of an annoying git.
sighed rolling his eyes and nodded. "Not much to tell, the old woman kept it in her safe and she's on vacation. I just went in and took it."
raises an eyebrow. He had expected it to be a lot more exciting than that. He hands the gem back, looking a little disappointed. 'You make_
it a habit to steal from little old ladies often?'
takes it and tucks it away into the small bag he'd pulled out. "Only when I'm hired to do it, this one wasn't a very exciting job. If you
want excitement in a story you should ask about the other night." He grinned at the thought. "That was fun."
smiles, 'Alright then. But, if it turns out to be boring you have to perform a penalty.
'
stares at him, "like what?"
William
thinks
about that. 'A cheeky pash,' he decides, grin playful. He doubted the other would agree to it.
(I feel silly, but I have to ask. Cheeky pash isn't referring to a smoothie here is it?)
((... No, it's a snog? Or well, I guess French kissing? ))
((That's a smoothie name? o3o ))
(Okay gottcha... Apparently, it's a frozen yogurt. Shrugs I've learned something new today.)
stares at him with that, he wasn't sure if he'd heard him right, but really there was no mistaking that. Well... his story wouldn't be
boring, so what did he have to lose? Nothing. "Fine."
settles himself in to be bored. 'What do you want if it's exciting?' He asks, always one to turn simple things into bets, to make life more_
exciting.
blinked at that, "you to buy the drinks."
smiles charmingly, although it comes out more boyishly than anything, 'I can do that, I suppose.' He shifts in his seat, 'So, how did it_
start?'
leaned back a bit in the booth. "I met with the target, a young man. Good looking, we chatted, had drinks and I got him to invite me home.
He couldn't keep his hands off me, when we got inside he made us more drinks." He waved a hand dismissively. "By that point though he was
more than drunk enough. But that's not the exciting part. I do all my research in advance, my client wanted me to get a rare coin this guy
had. I don't know the reason, but she was paying well. Once I had the coin out of the safe though and this was after I'd made sure the guy
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was
out of it, I had to get out of there. Well I guess I missed something, cause fuck if I knew he'd had a bodyguard. I was climbing out a three
story window when the guy... thing really, spotted me. He was outside keeping an eye out apparently. So as soon as I touched the ground he
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was
after me and I bolted for the nearest place. Some high end hotel or something. By that point I had put some distance between myself and him
and I wound up on the fourth floor, ducked into the first room I could. Turned out to be some popular consort or something, told him a
stupid lie about an ex-wife chasing me and he tried to stop me from leaving. Either way, the night ended with me jumping out his balcony."
could have done with more explosions, and details on how he made the guy pass out. He blinks a couple of times when it's over, 'Can't say_
you've wowed me... Wasn't a fantastic feat of the mind nor a blockbuster thriller...' He grins, 'Hope you have mints.'
rolled his eyes at that, "I'm not a bloody story teller and I don't have mints." Just then the bartender slid two pints of the what the
house had on tap onto the table along with a plate of sweet potatoe fries.
makes a pleased sound at the fries, reaching for one of them first. 'You should learn, or else you'll have to snog dashing young lads with_
an exciting life ahead of them.'
rolled his eyes at that, "you're the only one that's bet a snog." He grabbed a few fries from the plate himself and nibbled on them.
grins, 'So you're saying I'm dashing, huh?' He picks up his pint, taking a swig. It wasn't half bad... He looks over his shoulder to see_
what's on tap.
picks up his own and takes a long sip from it. "I didn't say that." He ate another fry, he wasn't even sure what beer it was they had on tap
any more.
hums, 'You didn't deny it though.' It looked like they had some Persophone brewed beer on tap...
shrugs as he took another sip. "Why do you want to snog me so badly?" he glanced over at him with that.
shrugs, 'You're not bad looking and I haven't had a chance at anything since arriving here.' He was being a typical bloke, essentially.
almost choked on a fry at that and shifted a bit in his seat. "Well that makes sense." He took a long sip of his drink, "where are you
staying?"
holds back a laugh, barely, at the reaction. 'I stay in a ship mate,' he replies.
noticed that. He took another sip of his drink. "You should try staying on solid land. Mate."
shakes his head, 'Can't, it's an occupational hazard.'
raised his brow at that and shrugs before sipping his drink again and finally finishing it off. "That's to bad."
hums, 'You could say that. But I don't like the idea of being tied down to one space...' He shrugs, finishing his own drink shortly after+
Arthur.
nods in understand, he was always moving around himself. He rarely lived somewhere for long. Even Persephone wasn't permanent. "So you're in
the business of trash and I'm in the business of jewels and money. I don't think even a one night stand would work."
snorts at that, 'Alright. I know when to take the hint.' He grabs some cash, dumping it on the table as he gets up. 'I don't think I'd want
someone knocking down my door looking for ya anyway, Artie.'
watches him for a moment before he reached out and grabbed the front of shirt, pulling him down. "That didn't mean you should leave
William."
braces himself against the table, eyebrows furrowing for the first time of the night. 'What should I do then?'
sighed a bit at that, "sit down. I said it wouldn't work... doesn't mean I wouldn't try it. Hell I wouldn't have brought you here if I
wasn't interested in you. I would have dropped you at the last bar and taken your wallet."
bites his tongue, fairly sure that the other would take offence to being called a 'fickle sheila.' He runs a hand through his hair, 'Nice_
to know my personal belongings are safe...' he finally replies, cracking a smile. 'But to be safer, why don't we head to your place?'
would have taken offense to that. He let go of his shirt front finally and laughed. "You want to come to place?" he wasn't to surprised by
that.
nods, 'Well only one of us is a thief, Arthur.'
sighs at that, "I have my morals." He points out but nods and gets up, letting him free of the bench. "I'm paying you back for that by the
way." He pointed to the money he'd thrown down before he reached out and grabbed his wrist pulling him along now.
raises an eyebrow, something amused in his expression as he steps closer and wraps an arm around the shorter male's waist. 'Oh? How are you_
going to do that, Art-oo?' he asks, voice low and husky in his ear.
wasn't going to flush at that as he lead him from the bar. "How would you like me to do it? Cause I can think of several ways."
burrows his nose into Arthur's hair, inhaling for a moment before he replies. 'Use your imagination,' in a low voice. 'How far?'
slid his own arm around his waist in return and smiled. "I'd like to hear your ideas... I'm not good at the creative stuff remember? and not
far."