Crow & the Butterfly

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[center Resting his head on Dawson’s chest, Pierre sighed deeply. As nauseated as he felt, having someone physically lying in bed with him felt calming. Everything from the waist down felt sore as hell, but Pierre figured he would be fine if he just stayed in bed as much as he could. Sometimes being lazy was not all that bad! And feeling the other’s arm wrap itself around his body made the Swiss man settle in even more, draping a leg across Dawson’s waist. Pierre could feel himself dozing back off to sleep, though. But hearing the other male’s questions caught his attention. It woke him up enough to consider the response he wished to give. And honestly, Pierre first chuckled in response.]

[center He then shifted a free arm so he could use a hand to redirect Dawson’s face. While tired, Pierre took a moment to gaze into the other’s eyes as if he were searching for certain answers. [#2e1256 “It is not everyday someone becomes intimately acquainted with one’s whole ass. So, you tell me, Dawson. Do you have something to prove? Aside from the fact that you have a colorful repertoire for variations of ‘whore’.”] Pierre responded. There was no way in hell he could handle another round of what they did the evening before, though, because the Swiss man was not trying to perish thousands of miles away from home like this. [#2e1256 “And even if you wanted to go again. I can’t. I am way too nauseated.”] he admitted, hand trailing down Dawson’s neck before finally resting on his chest. [#2e1256 “But sorry about your back, though. Last night was fun.”] he stifled another laugh. That was something he could not lie about. Their evening together was great, and Pierre had thoroughly enjoyed himself.]

[center Eventually Pierre silence, though. He was quite tired, but the quietness had not lasted long when the male’s phone started buzzing like crazy on the nightstand. Furrowing his brow, the male was trying to think of who it might have been as he rolled onto his back to reach for his phone. As he focused more on the caller ID, Pierre found himself staring. [#2e1256 “[i Oh, shit.] It is my Oma. I’m putting it on speaker.”] He loved his grandmother to the moon and back. But he just couldn’t deal with a phone call directly into his ear in that moment. And he was very happy he chose speaker phone because as soon as he answered, his Oma immediately started her rapid-fire German interrogation. Taken aback for a second, Pierre had to gain his bearings. Time zones were a bitch. It was well into the afternoon in Switzerland while it was early morning in the States. Apparently his Oma was aggravated that he hadn’t called to check in in nearly a week and wanted to know if he had been okay. Typical worry wart behavior, but Pierre appreciated the care.]

[center [#2e1256 “Everything is fine, I promise.”] he tried to his best to reassure her. But the older woman did not sound so convinced. [#b8008c “You sound hoarse. Are you getting sick?”] This was almost immediately followed up by a male’s speculation in the background. [#900 “You know how Pierre is. Maybe he had a boy over?”] Pierre’s cheeks had turned a bright shade of pink. His Opa really had no filter! [#b8008c “Is that it? You had a boy over? Were you being safe?”] Pierre felt a little like he was going to implode. Trying to save himself, Pierre simply turned to replying in German, but his Oma was relentless. And his Opa laughing didn’t help. It was too early for this! [#b8008c “Is he still there? What’s his name?”] Pierre looked at Dawson for a moment. [#2e1256 “His name is Dawson.”] To this Pierre’s Oma made a sound that could only be likened to sheer delight. She had always been excited to hear about when Pierre talked about the guys he had been with. [#b8008c “Is he handsome?”] This woman was going to be the absolute death of him! [#2e1256 “Ouais. Il est très beau, Oma.”] The female then took a moment to process this information, chatting with her husband. [#b8008c “Aw, that’s so sweet that you think he’s so handsome, mon petit fils!”]]

[center While it was a small mercy, Pierre’s Oma had decided that they could talk later since he was ‘clearly busy’. [#2e1256 “So, uh, those are my grandparents.”] Pierre stuttered. He was far beyond flustered. [#2e1256 “Are you hungry? I can make you breakfast. I’m going to make you breakfast.”] the man had to do something to distract himself. [#2e1256 “You can stay here if you’d like the tv remote is right in there.”] he added, pointing to the nightstand drawer on Dawson’s side. Stealing a gentle kiss, Pierre moved to slide back out of bed although his legs were weaker than usual. Dutifully shuffling out of the room, Pierre collected himself as he cleaned up the kitchen from the pizza delivery the evening before. That could be left over lunch, honestly. One of the few cons to Pierre of being away from home was the lack of chickens and fresh eggs to gather in the morning. But the man was happy to at least be able to garden various herbs and food items.]

[center Briefly, Pierre had gone into the backyard to pick some herbs before heading back to the kitchen to wash them and prepare the other ingredients. He figured a French toast with eggs and bacon were a suitable choice. Thankfully, keeping it simple let Pierre make quick work of cooking and plating the food for the two of them. So, soon he returned to the bedroom with plates and silverware in hand. Pierre then retook his spot on the bed. [#2e1256 “Aside from hearing of your new fan club, did you have anything to do today?”] Pierre inquired before picking at his breakfast plate. [#2e1256 “I don’t want you to think you have to be here all day if you’re busy. I enjoy your company…”]]
  [Pierre] / EtherealEquinox / 1d 8h 36m 57s
[font "times new roman" A slow smirk passed over the male's lips as he listened to the other. He wasn't expecting the night to turn out the way it was, but in all reality he was glad it had. He hasn't felt more alive than he did just then. He wasn't one to just go home with anyone. Hell he would have been blowing his sister's phone up if she hadn't come home. He was glad she wasn't though. He shook his head lightly, not wanting his sister to consume his thoughts. Not when he had a really attractive Swiss man in front of him.]

[font "times new roman" As the two ate, the sound of the television was somewhat distracting him. Pierre's words were swirling around in his mind. He couldn't wait to get into bed with the male. He wasn't the kind of person either to just fuck and leave. Even though a lot of people would claim that he was. When they were done eating, he was about to help take care of the dinner plates, but the other beat him to it. His heart was hammering inside of his chest watching him walk out of the room.]

[font "times new roman" He was regretting not getting some sort of liquor into his system now. He was all of a sudden a ball of nerves. All of this was new to him. As soon as he saw the male coming back, and felt his fingers on his shoulder moving down his arm, and to his hand all of those thoughts seemed to vanish. He stood and followed behind the male. Taking in the small apartment, and noting where the bathroom was for later on. He smirked lightly as he shut the door behind him, grabbed the other close, and crushed his lips against his, forgetting the rest of the world even existed.]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u The next morning.]]]]]

[font "times new roman" A small moan passed through the man's lips when he felt the other slip out of bed. His body was sore, but in a really good way. Last night was amazing. At least in his mind it was. He didn't know what Pierre thought about it. Then again, the hickey's littering the other's skin, and the way he seemed to hide his hobble told him otherwise. A small smirk passed over his lips just then, knowing he had pretty much proved himself. He rolled onto his back, putting a hand behind his head.]

[font "times new roman" It was kind of nice waking up in another man's bed. This time there was no yelling, and cussing, or a jealous girlfriend or wife yelling at him to get the hell out and to never come back, or the cops would be called. Thinking about that made the male wince a bit. He sighed as he heard the male re-enter the room. He watched as he slipped back into bed, and pretty much attached himself back at his side. [#E67E22 "Thank you"] he breathed out.]

[font "times new roman" He then wrapped his arm around the other, and reached for the water bottle with his other hand. He managed to open the cap, took a swig and then placed the bottle back onto the table. [#E67E22 "So, did I prove myself, or do we have to go another round?"] he asked. He wouldn't mind going another round, but right now he just wanted to relax, and if he did he would end up falling back asleep. Something they both needed after the night they had.]
  wнιтlocĸ / ButterflyRose / 4d 20h 53m 12s
[center In between the kisses Pierre shared with Dawson, the male lingered on the fact that the other had no clue what he had been saying. But Pierre had to use every ounce of self-control to not outright French kiss Dawson. The more time he spent feeling the American up, the more Pierre wanted to just strip the American down himself. While he did not know how much longer he could purposely deprive himself of a good lay, Pierre was plotting to thoroughly fuck Dawson up with as much French as possible. Just for an extra lustfully torturous factor. If they were going to spend the night together like this, Pierre wanted to make sure it lasted as long as it could. [#2e1256 “I could tell you how to make a pizza and you would get a hard on, wouldn’t you?”] Pierre smirked. Jesus christ, this was going to be far too much power for a singular human being to have. And was the Swiss going to abuse it? [i Absolutely.] Pierre was not stupid. This was a glorious opportunity and Pierre was not going to let it slip through his fingers!]

[center But when Dawson began talking about his shirt Pierre sat back a little and stared. [#2e1256 [i “Alors enlevez-le.”]] he asserted while pulling on Dawson’s shirt. But the male found himself unable to say more when the other pulled him in for another kiss. This one felt different, though. This connection sent shivers down Pierre’s spine, weakening his legs. It was that moment that Pierre was grateful that he was already sitting in Dawson’s lap, because he was confident that he would have stumbled otherwise. But as intoxicating as it was to indulge himself with Dawson’s affection, Pierre found himself just slightly miffed when he was physically removed and placed back on the couch when there was a knock at the front door. With curious eyes, Pierre watched the other man retrieve the dinner for that evening from the delivery man. And when Dawson closed the door and started speaking again, Pierre’s eyes popped up in surprise. [#2e1256 “And I want you down my throat, but here you are. Standing there with all of the audacity in the world to not be naked in my home. I feel disrespected.”] he shot back. Pierre knew that these quips were likely digging a grave for himself. But the whiskey supported some extra bravery. And Pierre just wanted to see what Dawson would do.]

[center But, before the other man could return with pizza plates, Pierre turned on some television for something to watch while they consumed their much-needed dinner. However, as they finished up eating Pierre felt a small sense of panic set in. He was excited, though, and was swift in whisking away their dishes to the kitchen. Honestly, the male figured he would wash those later. He was far too preoccupied with getting properly dicked down to care at that moment. And when he returned to Dawson, Pierre gingerly traced his fingertips around the other’s shoulder and down his arm to grab onto his hand. If there had been any time there was great mischief in Pierre’s dark brown eyes it was right as he was beckoning Dawson to follow him to the bedroom.]

[center ~~~]

[center The next morning, though, Pierre was out [i cold]. The Swiss man was absolutely dead to the world like nothing could ever have a chance at waking him up. Except for the overwhelming need to piss. But it was ridiculously difficult to wake up enough to even think about sliding out of bed. And by sliding out of bed, Pierre winced and attempted to not hobble too much. When washing his hand, the male noticed all types of hickey marks along his neck, shoulders, and even his chest. Taking a moment to catalogue his new bruises, Pierre huffed out a mild sigh. Those were going to be on his skin for a while.]

[center Additionally, the man noticed his clothing strewn about the floor with Dawson’s. And as great as the evening before was, Pierre did not feel all that hot with a queasiness threatening his stomach. But he pushed on to pull on a random pair of sweatpants from his dresser before shuffling to the kitchen to get water for both himself and Dawson. Normally, Pierre would go outside to do his morning yoga in the backyard field. But he could not be bothered today. His only objective was to consume water and get back into bed.]

[center After setting the bottle of water he got for Dawson on his side table, Pierre strategically slinked back under to covers to reattach himself to the other’s side. [#2e1256 “You have water on your side table there.”] he mumbled. Pierre didn’t recall drinking all that much, and normally he was really good at holding his liquor. Maybe the ridiculous fucking did not help. But Pierre was not going to complain since it was one hundred percent worth it to him. He didn’t know if Dawson had plans that day, but the Swiss male hoped that if he did that he wouldn’t be in too much of a rush to leave…]
  [Pierre] / EtherealEquinox / 23d 23h 18m 39s
[font "times new roman" The night was unfolding in a way, the male never thought it would. He never thought he would be in the same room with his sister's boss. It was strange, but at the same time it was thrilling him like no other. He took the class the the medication Pierre offered him. He popped the pills into his mouth, washed them down with the water and sighed a bit. He [i hated] taking pills, but the thought of getting Pierre into bed made him shove that aside, and take them. Pretty soon he was being pushed down onto the couch, and he raised a 'brow slightly watching the male with silent, curious eyes.]

[font "times new roman" He sat there as Pierre made himself comfortable in his lap, and feeling the male there drove him insane. He wanted nothing more than to just pin the male down onto the couch, and have his way. He wouldn't do that though. He didn't want to pressure the other into doing something he didn't want, but his comment about [i fucking] after they ate told him otherwise. He could wait a while longer. Did he want to? Hell no, but he would. It would be amazing when it finally happened as well.]

[font "times new roman" As Pierre spoke and touched him, his heart was racing. Was this really happening right now? He knew that Pierre wouldn't be in the States for much longer, but he wanted to take advantage of everything. As the other spoke in a different language, he raised a 'brow a bit. [#E67E22 "I don't know what the fuck you said, but it sounded sexy as fuck"] he breathed out. He then felt Pierre's lips on his, and he nearly lost all control right then and there. The kiss was gentle, but also filled with lust at the same time.]

[font "times new roman" As soon as he felt the other's hands on his skin, he leaned towards him a bit more, enjoying the touch. [#E67E22 "Ya know, it would be easier without the shirt, easy access for you"] he said with a small smirk. He then reached up, took the male's face into his hands, and kissed him again. This time the kiss was a bit deeper, more wanting this time. As he was about to lean in again, the other asked about convening into the bed after their food got there. He nodded lightly, and as if on cue there was a knock on the door.]

[font "times new roman" [#E67E22 "Speak of the devil"] he breathed. He gently picked the other up and set him on the couch, before he stood and made his way to the door. He pulled his wallet out of his pocket at the same time. He opened the door, and saw the pizza guy standing there. The male tipped him pretty well, took the pizza boxes and shut the door behind him. He made sure to lock it as well. He then carried the boxes into the living room, a smirk playing on his lips. If Pierre could tease him the way he had been, he could do the same.]

[font "times new roman" [#E67E22 "I like the idea of eating first, because in all honesty I'm starving. Then the bed sounds amazing, because I want you out of those bloody clothes"] he nearly growled. He spotted the kitchen, and made his way there. He placed the boxes on the counter, and hunted down some plates. He frowned a bit when he realized the other didn't have paper plates. He would wash them later on, and whatever other dishes they use. He then put a couple slices onto both plates, and carried them back into the living room. He handed one plate over to the male.]

[font "times new roman" He sat down and picked up a slice before biting into it. The food was amazing, the company was even better. If he had his way, they wouldn't be eating right now, but in that bed, clothes off, doing things to the male he couldn't possibly think of. He cocked his head to the side and smirked once more. [#E67E22 "I think the bed will be a good place for sure after this"] he admitted. Even though he had a moment ago, he agreed to it again. He let the silence wash over them as they ate.]
  wнιтlocĸ / ButterflyRose / 27d 9h 51m 59s
[center Pierre couldn’t help but look at Dawson with a softer expression, a mix of concern and appreciation. [#2e1256 “I mean, I know he was a certified asshole. But I’m pretty sure you likely rearranged his whole jaw.”] the male sighed, swirling the Crown around in its bottle. If it hadn’t been for the fact that the drunken prick had thrown hands first, Pierre would have protested the actual fighting. But the stranger had dug himself his own grave, and Dawson had forced him to lie in it. [#2e1256 “I appreciate it, though. I really don’t like getting into fights if I were to be honest. I’m much more inclined to go be a hermit in some snowy mountains than throw hands.”] Pierre stifled a laugh. He honestly loved the wilderness. [#2e1256 “Although regular mountainous forests are sufficient.”] he noted casually before taking another sip of the whiskey and capping it to sit on the coffee table in front of the couch.]

[center The Swiss man watched Dawson as he made his way to the bathroom, presumably to check on his newly acquired injuries. Shaking his head Pierre got up to get Dawson some ibuprofen and water so he wouldn’t be obscenely sore the entire night. That punch Dawson had taken looked like it fucking hurt and Pierre wanted to help how he could despite the circumstances. When the other returned from the restroom Pierre looked at the whiskey bottle and then back. [#2e1256 “Making me look like an alcoholic, Dawson… And here I thought you actually liked me.”] he teased, rolling his eyes as the American approached him. But Pierre arched a brow at Dawson’s response and followed up with a quick, [#2e1256 “If I recall correctly, it was you who started his whole conversation about hyping up your dick game. Now you have given me expectations. You better not disappoint me, Dawson.”] Pierre felt bold. But Pierre also felt a knot in his stomach that made him tremble a bit from excitement. If there was anything he thrived on it was sexual tension. And Pierre thoroughly enjoyed playing hard on that tension.]

[center Standing up, Pierre took a moment to look up at Dawson as if he was analyzing the other for something. He could certainly see the sheer want in Dawson’s eyes and it was bordering on comical. [#2e1256 “Thirsty?”] Pierre inquired, reaching for the ibuprofen and water to place into his new companion’s hands. [#2e1256 “I won’t consider blowing you until you have your medicine. And [i definitely] no fucking until after food has been delivered and consumed.”] Standards had to be set. Right? Scooping the whisky bottle, Pierre moved to put it back into the fridge since he didn’t want to leave it out, forget, and create clutter. But he was swift in returning to Dawson, though, pushing the whole man onto the couch. Pierre was more than happy to straddle sit on the man’s lap, though, with the most impish of grins on his face. [#2e1256 “But, soft affections are not totally out of the question. What do you think?”] the Swiss man clarified as he got comfortable on Dawson’s lap.]

[center And as much as Pierre wanted to just dive in and start making out with Dawson, the male knew that there was no fun in instant gratification like that. Not wanting to aggravate the man’s aggravated hand, Pierre took Dawson’s other hand in his to lace their fingers with each other. Placing soft kisses on the back of Dawson’s hand Pierre hummed to himself in contemplation. Continuing to pepper kisses on the male’s hand and up his arm, Pierre was extra gentle when he got to Dawson’s neck. But after that was when Pierre pulled back to take a moment to observe Dawson up close since they were mere inches apart. [#2e1256 “Je pense que tu es assez charmant, mon chéri.”] Pierre didn’t care if Dawson knew French or not. The male felt that out of all of the languages spoken in Switzerland that French was the sexiest one. It was Pierre’s personal favorite, so that was the one that he chose to run with. Moving to carefully cradle the side of Dawson’s face Pierre smirked a bit. If it had not been readily apparent, the Swiss male was a tactile human. He loved to touch and being touched in return, even if it were not in an explicitly sexual context. Continuing to flirt with Dawson via French sweet nothings, Pierre brushed a thumb lightly over the man’s lips.]

[center [#2e1256 “Mais, viens ici… Tu as quelque chose sur la bouche.”] Pierre mentioned, but took the opportunity to steal a kiss from Dawson. The tenderness definitely made Pierre feel weak, but he felt a kind of lustful want. Pizza and dinner be damned. To Pierre, Dawson felt more like a whole meal than just a typical snack. And Pierre wasn’t mad about it! Feeling a type of anxious breathlessness, the male broke the kiss. [#2e1256 “For someone who likes to present themselves as so tough, you are… dare I say amourous? I like that a lot.”] Pierre’s hands trailed down Dawson’s chest and stomach before snaking up his shirt. Sneakily stealing brief kisses Pierre had a mischievous smile on his face. [#2e1256 “How about we do this. Have dinner. Then finally convene in bed for the evening. What do you think? Or are you the impatient type?...”]]
  [Pierre] / EtherealEquinox / 35d 18h 52m 22s
[font "times new roman" The whole thing that had unfolded that night seemed to dampen the moods of everyone. Dawson's eyes kept going to to the door to make sure the asshole wouldn't come back. He knew that his sister was within the bar somewhere, but he knew she was safe and sound with everyone she would be meeting up with. His eyes turned to the other people at the bar, all checking to make sure Pierre was alright. There were still some good people in the world, that's for damn sure. His customer's were some of them.]

[font "times new roman" He then turned and looked at Pierre. It was strange to see the male in a different light, that's for sure. He didn't mind it though. It was a nice break from everything else that's for sure. When the male spoke about the guns, Dawson shook his head lightly. [#E67E22 "Honestly, people just use them for scare tactics a lot. Not many of them go through with the threats. Unless they are looking for blood shed. You picked an amazing place to come and stay for awhile"] he said with a small smirk. He was trying to lighten the mood, but felt like he made it worse.]

[font "times new roman" He excused himself and went to find Toby, and he pulled him aside. [#E67E22 "Listen, I know I have a longer shift, and you are just getting here, but can you cover for me? I have a Swiss man I need to take home"] he said lightly. Toby raised a 'brow slightly and smirked a bit. [b "Yeah of course, I didn't know you were looking for a good lay, but hopefully your night turns out that way"] he said with a wink. Dawson rolled his eyes, and punched the asshole in the shoulder. He took off the apron, and hung it up, before clocking out. He then pulled his phone out as well.]

[font "times new roman" He scrolled to his sister's number and sent her a quick message. [#E67E22 [i I took Pierre home. I won't be home the rest of the night. Please be careful, I already had to throw an asshole out, and I don't know how many more there are tonight. I don't wanna get news about you in the hospital or whatever. I love you Rose.]] He hit send, and grabbed his things from the back. He then went back out to the front, and found Pierre. He helped the male up, and then they were walking out the front doors. The cool air felt nice on his face.]

[font "times new roman" [b "Look who finally decided to come outside and leave"] came the sound of the drunk bastard. Dawson rolled his eyes lightly, as he handed Pierre his bag. [#E67E22 "Listen, we don't wanna cause anything but please kindly back off, and everything will be okay"] he said. The drunk man just shook his head and laughed. He then punched Dawson right in the side of the face. It took Dawson a second to realize what had happened. He sighed as he grabbed the male around the throat and threw him up against the brick wall. He slammed the man's head against the wall hard.]

[font "times new roman" [#E67E22 "I told you not to fucking do anything, and now you've started something you shouldn't have"] he hissed. The male struggled to get out of Dawson's grip. He held onto the male tightly, and then started railing into the man. Punch, after punch. Pretty soon the other was bloody, and near passing out. He then dropped the male to the ground, his knuckles bleeding, his head hurting from where the asshole had hit him, but he pushed that all aside, as he made his way back to Pierre, took his bag and led him to his car.]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~]]]]

[font "times new roman" When Dawson pulled into the driveway of Pierre's place, he sat there a moment longer his hand still stinging, and he sighed. He then climbed out and followed the male inside. [#E67E22 "I know that's not how you wanted your night to turn out, but at least now you won't have to deal with assholes again"] he said with a small smile. He nodded his head lightly at the mention of pizza being ordered, and would be there shortly. He went towards the bathroom and washed his hands, and checked out the damage on his face.]

[font "times new roman" It was already turning into a nice bruise, but at least Pierre was safe, and nothing had happened to him. He washed off the blood on his knuckles, and then turned the water off. He then dried his hands, and shut the light off. He shook his head at the thought of whisky. [#E67E22 "Not much of a drinker honestly. I can be, but I have to be in the mood for something that strong"] he admitted. It wasn't like him to tell people that. He moved over to where Pierre was and smirked lightly.]

[font "times new roman" [#E67E22 "You keep mentioning what I taste like, why don't we put that to the test then?"] he asked him. He was slightly kidding, but he wouldn't mind getting laid. The male beside him was easy on the eyes, and he was already worming his way into his heart. He wasn't going to hold his breath though, and he wasn't about to force anything. He just hoped the sexual tension he felt, the other felt it too. Maybe their night could be turned around, and something good would finally happen for the both of them. A person could dream, right?]
  wнιтlocĸ / ButterflyRose / 36d 10h 23m 8s
[center A look of thankful relief came over Pierre’s face when Dawson went along and doubled with the door security to throw the belligerent drunk out. While he was not particularly worried, Pierre was aggravated that his time out had to include the bullshit that was that homophobic prick. But it was over now, thankfully. Pierre only shook his head when the asshole guy yelled a bunch of obscenities, slurs, and threats against his life at him while being escorted out. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, and the Swiss man suspected that it wasn’t going to be the last either. C’est la vie, as they say. It wasn’t Pierre’s problem that there were folks out there who were so incensed about what other people did in their own private time. But the male did feel a sense of comfort when a few other people congregating at the bar checked in on him to see if he was alright. Pierre felt like he took the incident in stride. It could have turned out a lot worse, after all. But having other strangers care was a nice contrast against the drunken words of the prick that the security detail was handling.]

[center Upon Dawson’s return, Pierre gazed upon the man as he spoke. But then he felt his eyes drift down to look at the counter. Rarely had Pierre had an issue with a person picking a physical fight with him just because he was gay. And to be honest, Pierre hated fighting. It never felt right to him to hit another person under most circumstances. He was much more of the deescalate and resolve conflict type of guy. Sure, his conscription time taught him wilderness survival and how to fight in a multitude of ways, Pierre had not enjoyed the fighting part. But that was the drawback for him with being Swiss; being mandated by law to serve his time. Thankfully, that had long since ended, but he still kept up with his mandated trainings every year. [#2e1256 “That would be supremely shitty if that did happen, I guess.”] the Swiss man sighed before running a hand through his curls. It would be a lie to say that Pierre didn’t feel disheartened by the threat of such severe violence. But at least Dawson was being blessedly kind about the situation.]

[center [#2e1256 “Is that type of bullshit really [i that] common here, though? That’s what’s boggling my mind. It is the gun threats for me.”] That was one of the things about America Pierre didn’t understand; the swiftness in which gun violence was used for any problem. [#2e1256 “Perhaps it is just foreigner ignorance. I don’t know.”] The person sitting next to Pierre, though, slid a tequila shot he procured from Dawson over. [#900 “Some people are just naturally shitty, drunk and sober regardless of where you are and where you come from.”] the stranger said solemnly before going back to scrolling through his phone. [#2e1256 “That is most certainly true. Thanks.”] Pierre responded, downing the shot. He wasn’t much of a straight tequila type of guy, but he was not about to complain.]

[center [#2e1256 “I would appreciate the help with getting home safely, though. I can throw some money and order food for the trouble.”] Pierre offered. [#2e1256 “And I hoard whisky and wine like nobody’s business if that’s of interest to you.”] He really didn’t want to stay and drink more at Dante’s just for the sake of staying sober enough to get home safely. After that, though, he was aiming to get fucked up in at least one way. Alcohol or dick, he didn’t care. Or both. Pierre just didn’t want to cook that night.]

[center ~~~]

[center Pierre did greatly appreciate Dawson’s offer to help him get home unscathed, though. Having given the other man his address, Pierre went to work on ordering pizza delivery from a local shop he thought was nice. But as soon as they got inside the house Pierre threw his long pull over onto a lounge chair before grabbing some whisky out of the fridge. [#2e1256 “The pizza should be here in roughly twenty minutes. TV is over there. Bathroom is down the hall. Whisky is right here.”] Pierre motioned with his hand towards the appropriate spots before taking a swig from the bottle of Crown in his hand. [#2e1256 “Unless you want triple sec, since apparently that’s what your dick tastes like. But you’ll have to go to the store for that one.”] he laughed before dropping himself onto the couch. The bar had been a ridiculous time, but now Pierre was happy to get to kick back and relax with food on the way. It was a better outcome to the otherwise trash evening that had started to unfold earlier…]
  [Pierre] / EtherealEquinox / 41d 20h 37m 36s
[font "times new roman" Dawson smirked a bit, when the male tried the drink. Honestly it was quite interesting the way he was flirting back. Hell if that's what he could call it. He nodded his head lightly as he watched the male go. There was something that made him want to call out, and have him come back, instead of going to the stripper area. He wanted to listen to the male speak longer. He shook his head as he grabbed a towel and started wiping down the counter. A couple of the other customer's came up to him, ordered their normal drinks, and paid him. That's all he did for awhile.]

[font "times new roman" There was a woman that came up to him though and leaned against the counter, showing off her cleavage. The male sighed inwardly as he looked towards her eyes. [#E67E22 "What can I get for you?"] her asked her. The woman cocked her head and reached her hand out and touched his. [b "Honestly, I wouldn't mind taking you to one of the back rooms, and show you what I can do"] she cooed. That made the male's stomach turn. He slid his hand out from her grasp and shook his head lightly. How was he going to escape this without seeming too rude?]

[font "times new roman" [#E67E22 "Thank you for the offer, but I'm not into women sweetheart. If I was, I wouldn't do it in a place like this. I would take you somewhere else for the night"] he admitted. The woman pouted her full lips at him. [b "Please? Won't you change your mind? You've got to have some sort of female lean? I'm needing a good distraction and you seem to be the perfect fit"] she said, as she reached for the male's hand once more. He pulled both hands away from her, and shoved them into his pockets shaking his head.]

[font "times new roman" [#E67E22 "Like I said, I'm not into women at all. You can beg all you want, but it's not gonna change your mind. So if you aren't going to order a drink, then leave"] he hissed. He wasn't in the mood to play these childish games anymore. The woman huffed and pushed herself up from the counter. [b "I bet you can't please anyone anyway. Your dick must be really small, that you won't even take up an offer from me"] she snapped back. She then tossed her hair over her shoulder and stalked off. Dawson rolled his eyes, as he went back to work. His mind did wander to Pierre again though.]

[font "times new roman" The night seemed to be dragging on, and that's when he spotted the Swiss man once more. He cocked his head to the side, and looked around the other seeing the man. [#E67E22 "I'll get it handled"] he said lightly. He called Tony over to the bar, and explained a little about what was going on. He then slipped from behind the counter and walked over to the other male. [#E67E22 "Excuse me, is there a problem here?"] he asked. He could smell the booze on him from five feet away. The other male looked at him and flipped him off. [b "Fuck off"] he muttered.]

[font "times new roman" [#E67E22 "I'm sorry but I can't do that. I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You can't be following the other customer's around, and you've had plenty to drink as well. I don't like when people come into my place of work, and cause shit"]]

[font "times new roman" [b "If anyone needs to leave, it's that fag at the counter. He's over there watching the men strippers, and paying them. He's not allowed here"]]

[font "times new roman" [#E67E22 "Anyone is allowed here. You on the other hand are not. Let's go"] he said as he took the other's arm gently. The other male looked at him full on, and growled. [b "You are a fag as well. Don't bloody touch me"] he snapped. Dawson crossed his arms over his chest, and made sure the male left the bar all together. He stopped long enough to talk to one of the bouncers as well. [#E67E22 "Make sure he doesn't come back. If he does then let me know, and I'll get the cops involved"] he said. The bouncer nodded that he understood, and Dawson made his way back inside.]

[font "times new roman" He went back to the counter and Pierre. [#E67E22 "He shouldn't be bothering you again. I could tell he's had too much to drink, and he's pretty much one of those homophobes we hear about. But if you don't feel comfortable leaving alone, I can leave early and make sure you don't get jumped, cause I have a feeling that's what he's gonna try doing if you leave here"] he said lightly. He helped a couple more customers, as he kept an eye on the handsome Swiss male as well. He wouldn't mind going home with him, but he wouldn't push the issue either.]
  wнιтlocĸ / ButterflyRose / 42d 7h 17m 44s
[center Pierre’s gaze was fixated upon Dawson as the other man spoke about a drink that his boss recently taught him. [#2e1256 “The was you say that makes it sound like you either put antifreeze or your whole cock in it. A little suspicious to me, Dawson. I’m on to you.”] the Swiss man teased lightly. [#2e1256 “I wouldn’t be mad about the antifreeze. But if I see something questionable, we are going to have to fight it out.”] Pierre added as he casually watched Dawson go about his business making this mystery drink that he was so secretive about. Dawson had really piqued his interest overall, so Pierre did find himself looking forward to seeing what Dawson would make.]

[center But he also had to take a moment to make sure that Dawson actually said what he did when he handed over the drink. Pierre then took a careful whiff and the drink in question had a pleasant citrusy aroma to it. Taking a sip with the straw Pierre looked at his bartender dead in the eyes. [#2e1256 “If you taste like triple sec, I’d strongly recommend that you go see a doctor about that.”] Pierre couldn’t help but laugh. [#2e1256 “But if we’re both not absolutely wrecked later, then I’d be more than happy to have you for dinner.”] he winked before going back to enjoying the cocktail. Dawson, despite having an air of standoffish-ness about him earlier that day, he was still handsome regardless. Pierre had no shame, hence his response. If Dawson wanted to go home together later, fantastic! If not? Then he was not mad either way. Pierre’s main objective was to just have a good time that night. And if that included going to bed with an absolute snack of a man, then that was just extra brownie points in Pierre’s book.]

[center Sliding money for the drink and a generous tip Dawson’s way Pierre hopped off of his bar stool. He felt like letting that drink settle before deciding to have another. Plus, Pierre wanted to go see what the strippers of the establishment were up to. [#2e1256 “You and I are not done by any means, Dawson. I’ll be back for you.”] Pierre said with a small wave of the hand. [#2e1256 “Don’t miss me too much.”] And with that he had been roped into a few dance party groups as Pierre scouted out the area of the building that the strippers worked in. Pierre wanted to throw money at them and that is exactly what he did for a decent amount of time. But there had been a man lurking about, giving Pierre a weird vibe as he noticed the other staring him down for whatever reason. This confused the Swiss man a lot, and he just dismissed it as the stranger acting weird. [#2e1256 [i ‘He’s probably far too drunk.’]] Pierre figured that intoxication levels of the stranger were what the real problem was.]

[center Pierre was on the verge of even forgetting about the staring stranger after some time had passed, but that went out the window when the stranger approached Pierre with invasive questioning because of how he was dressed. Having smelled the alcohol coming off of the unknown man, Pierre sidestepped around the stranger to avoid giving him any attention. This only triggered the taller man to share some uncalled-for gay slurs, although they were not anything special to Pierre. He felt like there was nothing he had not heard before. So, whatever the stranger was droning on about wasn’t a surprise to hear. But they were not appreciated, regardless. Pierre figured that he’d just stop back at the bar again to spend more time chatting with Dawson, nothing ridiculous. But the stranger hung back, following Pierre and going back to his silent stare of death. Look over his shoulder again at the guy, Pierre shook his head before directing his attention back towards Dawson who was just going about his business.]

[center [#2e1256 “If I could get the tallest stein of whatever you have on draft, I’d appreciate it very much.”] Pierre sighed. [#2e1256 “Do you think I should go tell the guys at the door about this dude?”] he added, gesturing behind him towards the dude who was pacing about. [#2e1256 “He was getting really belligerent in the stripper hall. I don’t think I’ve been called a faggot more since my conscription time. And that was a few years ago.”] Pierre rolled his eyes. [#2e1256 “And now he’s just being weird and looking like he wants to fight although he’s definitely drunk as hell. He’d probably end up punching himself in the face!”] he had a chuckle despite how annoying the situation was. [#2e1256 “That would really be the trash taking itself out, huh?...”]]
  [Pierre] / EtherealEquinox / 52d 19h 27m 39s
[font "times new roman" Rosabelle wasn't expecting that answer and she looked towards him with pure surprise in her eyes. [#C4788E "You were a stripper? Really? I never took you for doing something like that. I mean that's awesome, but wow.. I don't know what to really say to that.."] she said lightly. She was shocked to say the least. She wasn't judging him at all. Just knowing that he used to be in that line of work gave her more respect for the male. Even though they barely knew one another, it was still strange to think. She shook her head lightly and looked down.]

[font "times new roman" She didn't know how to dig herself out of the hole she just dug herself. [#C4788E "I'm sorry if I sounded like I was judging you, I'm really not. I have so much respect for people in that line of work, because of all the crap they also have to deal with"] she breathed out. Her cheeks were turning a slight shade of pink the longer she spoke. She finally shut her mouth, and nodded lightly when he said he might meet up with her and her friends later. That was her cue to pretty much duck out and leave. She hurried and grabbed her things, and rushed out the door.]

[font "times new roman" Her heart was racing, and her cheeks were turning more and more red. She fucked up, and she knew it. She sighed inwardly wishing she hadn't spoke at all. This whole mess was her fault after all. At least for now she had talked him into going to the bar. She hurried to her best friends house, and hurried inside. The moment she did she leaned against the door, and looked up to see her best friend Danielle standing there. [b "You look horrible. What happened?"] she asked crossing her arms over her chest.]

[font "times new roman" The female took a breath and the two walked into the bedroom, Belle talking the whole way about what just happened with her new boss.]

[center [i [font "times new roman" [b [u A couple hours later.]]]]]

[font "times new roman" The two girls showered and then worked on each other's hair for the night out. When they were finally ready Rosabelle slipped into a short black dress and Danielle was in a blood red one. People always assumed they were sisters because of how close they were, and the fact they almost always wore the same clothes, or at least the same way. Rosabelle's hair was piled on top of her head, and a couple strands framed her face. In about five minutes the girls were walking to the car, and slid inside.]

[font "times new roman" [b "Do you really think your brother is gonna go for Pierre? From what you've said about him, he seems like a really good guy"] she said as she started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The other female shrugged a bit. [#C4788E "Honestly I don't know. I hope so, but at the same time I don't want either one of them getting hurt. Pierre is a sweet guy, and Dawson.. Well he's Dawson, and you know how rude and harsh he could be"] she said with a sigh. Danielle nodded lightly, as she took a quick look at the other. [b "I know, but don't worry so much"] she said with a smile.]

[font "times new roman" The two talked for a little while longer before Danielle pulled into Dante's parking lot. She parked the car and the two climbed out. Rosabelle's eyes scanned the faces for Pierre and wondered if he would even show up. She got in line, and pulled out her ID for the bouncer to check. When it was their turn, they showed their ID's and were allowed inside. The sound of the music made her heart race. She scanned the faces, and then spotted him at the bar. She touched Danielle on the arm. [#C4788E "I'll meet you at our booth"] she called out. Danielle nodded lightly and walked off.]

[font "times new roman" Belle slowly made her way towards the bar, and she stopped when she saw that Dawson was standing there talking to Pierre. She smiled lightly as she turned and went into the bar. Her job was done, at least for a little while. Tomorrow would be a different story. Tonight she was going to unwind, and hopefully go home with another man, or at least a really good buzz. Either one would make for a good night.]

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[font "times new roman" The moment that Dawson had left, he knew that his sister was in good hands. He couldn't help but wonder what Pierre was even teaching her. He looked down at the goody bag in his hand and sighed a bit. He was at a red light away from the building, and was wondering what was even inside. He made a mental note to look at it later on that night. Hell maybe he would take it with him to Dante's and check it out there. He shook his head lightly and laughed a bit at himself. Had he really let those males eyes get to him already?]

[font "times new roman" That wasn't like him at all. He was curious though about Pierre and his line of work. Maybe he could go for a nice back massage after all. He was tense, and he could feel the knots in his back once in a while. He looked at the time and knew he had a good hour or two before having to be at work. When the light turned green, he went straight through and headed towards Michelle's neighborhood. He had to turn to one of his friends for help. She was the only one he could think of that wouldn't judge him too harshly.]

[font "times new roman" When he arrived a little bit later, he pulled into the driveway, shut the truck off and climbed out. He left the goody bag in the truck and went to knock on the door. Michelle came to the door in only a towel and she was surprised to see him. [b "Dawson, what are you doing here? Come in"] she said lightly stepping aside. The male smiled sheepishly towards her. [#E67E22 "Sorry I would have called first, but I was just heading towards Dante's and decided to stop by before work"] he said as he rubbed the back of his head. The woman nodded lightly.]

[font "times new roman" [b "Give me a moment to change, because I myself just got home from work, and just got outta the shower. Grady should be here soon as well. He's taking me to Dante's anyway"] she said with a grin. The male smiled back, as he took a seat on the couch in the living room. He had done good setting Grady up with her. The two had been joined at the hip since then, and he was glad he had made that happen. He sat there and waited for her to finish getting ready. It was strange hearing the love in her voice, because of all the pain she had dealt with in the past. It was good seeing her happy.]

[font "times new roman" When she came back she was in a pair of black jeans, and a blood red, off the shoulder shirt, and her hair piled on top of her head. Her hands were filled with her make up, and she set them on the table and sat on the floor. [b "Start talking while I do my make up"] she ordered. The male didn't need to be told twice. There was so much running around in his head. [#E67E22 "Rosabelle started a new job today, and I met her boss. His name is Pierre, he's not from here, and well I don't know what to think about him honestly"]]

[font "times new roman" [#E67E22 "He's already took Belle under his wing, and I couldn't be happier, but when I met him and heard his voice, and felt his eyes on me, fuck Michelle.. I wanted to just take that man to bed and do unspeakable things to him. I've never felt that kind of connection before, and I don't know what to do about it"] he admitted. He put his head in his hands and let out a small sigh. The black haired woman looked towards him, and clicked her tongue before speaking. [b "You got hit by Cupids arrow already, nice"] she said with a laugh, resulting in a glare from Dawson.]

[font "times new roman" [b "Honestly Dawson, test the waters. Get to know him. Maybe take him out on a date or something. He could surprise you. Is he the one that has that yoga, massage place in town?"] she asked. The male nodded lightly watching as she applied her make up. [#E67E22 "Yes he is. He's not bad to look at either"] he said licking his lips. Michelle grinned and the two talked more about it. By the time that Grady showed up, Dawson had made up his mind. He would talk to Pierre, and ask him out for coffee or something. He stood the leave, when the two stopped him.]

[font "times new roman" [b "Just be careful, because you don't know anything about him either. Just take him to a public place, and everything will be okay"] Michelle said. Dawson nodded and hugged her tightly. [#E67E22 "I will for sure. I'll see you guys at the club"] he said and walked out of the house. He slid in behind the wheel, started it up and barely made it into town twenty minutes later. He had enough time to clock in, change his shirt, and put the apron around his waist before getting behind the bar, and taking orders. He sighed lightly watching everyone enter.]

[font "times new roman" When he turned around a moment later Pierre was sitting right in front of him. The male looked amazing, and he couldn't help but check the other out. He licked his lips lightly when Pierre asked about drinks, and what ones were good. The male shrugged a bit as he leaned on the counter. [#E67E22 "Honestly, my boss taught me this really amazing drink. I won't tell you what's in it, because you won't try it. But if you like it, then I might tell you what's in it"] he said with a small smile. He then turned his back on the male and went to work.]

[font "times new roman" As he was making the drink, he made sure to add all of the right liquor's and what not to add. When he was done the smell was amazing, and it smelled slightly like oranges. He put a straw into the drink, and then placed it in front of Pierre. [#E67E22 "If you like that, then I think you'd enjoy tasting me later on"] he said with a small wink. He was pretty bold just now, and he didn't care. It shocked him a little bit, but it was better to be bold than not. He then turned and helped the other customer's letting Pierre try the drink in front of him.]
  wнιтlocĸ / ButterflyRose / 62d 21h 32m 54s
[center Pierre listened intently to Rosabelle when she spoke about a local bar that her brother worked at. Dante’s certainly sounded like a place Pierre could vibe with, in his humble opinion. [#2e1256 “I am always down for strippers, honestly. After I finished my conscription time in Switzerland, I was roped into stripping by a friend of mine for a while. I ended up using the money I earned from that to start my yoga and massage business after going through school and such.”] Pierre honestly had to have a laugh. While he did not regret his time stripping, the Swiss man had a lot of interesting stories and wild memories. From gay clubs to fancy kink establishments, Pierre really felt like he had seen more than his fair share of crazy. [#2e1256 “But I’m mainly looking for good beer and friends to crush shots with, really. So, I will definitely do my best to make my way out there later.”] Pierre nodded. [#2e1256 “Bias aside, I trust your judgement. And I figured you had your reasons.”]]

[center He then mused at her comment about Dawson likely wanting to see him again. He was quite a handsome person although his personality was a bit abrasive. But it wasn’t anything that Pierre couldn’t handle. He like to think of himself as a pro at handling asshole-ish behavior. Regardless, the man was quite excited to just be going out and trying a new club. Hell, sharing in good drinks with new friends sounded like a good time to Pierre. How could he refuse?]

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[center Later on that evening Pierre was busy trying to figure out what to wear to Dante’s. He was not sure if he wanted to wear his favorite leather pants and perhaps a loose tank top or something else. Figuring that he’d likely be dancing as most do in clubs, Pierre ended up opting for a pair of shorts with a tank top and a coordinating long, sheer kimono type of pullover. It was a dark enough aesthetic to suit his person, but practical enough to go out to a club. Pierre’s favorite style was that of an androgynous type. He wanted to be pretty, but not overtly feminine. A nice balance. And when it came time to leave in his ordered Lyft, Pierre had his phone, ID, money in his pockets. The ride to the club was quite relaxed, Pierre sharing pleasant conversation with the kind lady who picked him up.]

[center Upon arrival, Pierre was in an excellent mood, giving many thanks to his driver before lining up outside of the club. He had not seen Rosabelle outside, so he thought that she was either already there or on her way with the friends she talked about earlier. Either way, Pierre was fine as he casually waited to have his ID examined by the bouncers at the door before being permitted inside. And once inside, Pierre took a minute to look around and just take in the atmosphere. For a minute he really was tempted to go seek out the stripper section of the club, but he felt compelled to check out the bar first before considering the strippers. And holy shit, Pierre had to stop for a second just to take in the curated wall of liquor shelves! It was quite a nice set up, he had to admit. But Pierre went and hopped up on a seat, casually looking to see if Dawson was actually there.]

[center Lo and behold, he was! Pierre propped on elbow up on the bar, head in his palm. [#2e1256 “Funny seeing you here, Dawson! Figured I would repay the favor of visiting my workplace after your sister told me about this spot. Do you have any special drink recommendations you could give me?”] Pierre inquired with a warm smile. He wasn’t going to give Dawson a hard time, but he did want to know what Dawson could offer that wasn’t beer…]
  [Pierre] / EtherealEquinox / 67d 2h 1m 48s
[font "times new roman" The female was surprised at how calm the male was. He was so understanding, and warm towards her that she felt a real connection to the male. Nothing in a romantic way, but as a partner, or a friend. She couldn't wait to spend more time with him. When he asked if her bother was always like that she nodded lightly. [#C4788E "Honestly yes. There are only a few people in our lives that he's not a real jack ass too"] she admitted. Which was true on so many levels. The male was a hard ass, but his heart was in the right place.]

[font "times new roman" She fell into step behind the male as she followed him to the back and watched as he folded the towels, and she took note and tried folding them herself. It took a couple tries, but she finally got the hang of it. When they were done with that, she went back to the front of the building and answered the phone, wrote down appointments, and welcomed the clients that came in. She felt at home here. Relaxed so to speak. She talked with a couple of the clients before they left, and made appointments for next week for them. When they were finally done, she sat down and took a breath.]

[font "times new roman" When the male came back asking about bars she perked up a bit. [#C4788E "Actually I do. Dawson happens to work at Dante's Inferno in town. It's one of my favorite places to go. Not just because he works there, but because they have some of the best booze there. The employee's are always so welcoming, and more than willing to take you under their wings. They also have some strippers there if you are into that kind of thing. They are in a different part of the building though. The company, the music, everything about the place is amazing"]]

[font "times new roman" [#C4788E "A couple of us were planning on going tonight to unwind, you are more than welcome to tag along if you'd like just to check it out for yourself. If not, then there's always Hell's Angel's too. Dante's though is the better bar in town. But then again I could be a bit biased cause of my bother"] she said with a small laugh. She didn't want to rush the male into doing something he didn't want to do. She then fell silent as she went about getting the desk cleaned up, and his appointment paper was sitting on top of everything.]

[font "times new roman" [#C4788E "Thank you so much for taking me under your wing by the way. It really means a lot. I know my sob story wasn't one you wanted to hear, but I felt like you had a right to know. I know Dawson doesn't think of me as a burden, but there's always that little thought in the back of my mind"] she said lightly. She gathered up her things just then, and slid her bag onto her shoulder turning her eyes to the male, a warm smile passing over her lips just then. Everything she had said she meant. She was happy the male had taken a chance on her.]

[font "times new roman" [#C4788E "I did leave Dante's address on a different piece of paper. I hope you'll come out tonight. It'll be fun. You could meet more people, or just go and bother my brother for the night. I'm sure he would love to see you again"] she said with a small laugh. She had seen the way her brother looked at the other male. Something seemed to spark, and she hoped that the other would take her up on the offer, and hopefully it'll get Dawson off her back at least for a little while.]
  wнιтlocĸ / ButterflyRose / 67d 19h 54m 44s
[center Pierre made a mental note to be extra diligent about Rosabelle taking necessary work breaks as she spoke. He certainly noticed how the woman spoke about her other jobs, but Pierre honestly felt confused about having more than just one just. Maybe he could understand two in America. But three? Pierre did not know why, or how, Rosabelle could do that to herself. But he quickly wrote it off as benign Swiss ignorance. [#2e1256 “Relaxing and unwinding is usually for downtime and vacations, but if that’s how you choose to look at this then I support that.”] Pierre nodded. He then had to wonder if giving Dawson his contact information was a mistake because of the other’s smirk, but this was a purely professional circumstance. Pierre just did not want Rosabelle to panic and think she would lose the job before even getting a legitimate start.]

[center But when Dawson left, Pierre looked over to Rosabelle, slightly confused. [#2e1256 “I know you warned me beforehand… But is he always like that?”] the male inquired, shaking his head. Pierre then reoriented himself to focus on work so he could get Rosabelle acclimated to her new job. But then the woman began to apologize for her brother, but Pierre only waved a hand in response. [#2e1256 “Honestly, he reminds me of people that I know back home, which is quite funny. Aesthetically, behaviorally, all that. [i Men], I tell you. There’s definitely a fair share of love-hate there.”] he chuckled. The man then went on to listen to her explanation about this being her third job. She didn’t have to explain her motives, but Pierre felt great sympathy for her situation. [#2e1256 “I get that. Sometimes we might fall on hard times, but there is strength in admitting that you need assistance and asking for it. Although I would wager that he doesn’t feel like you’re a burden if he felt the need to come in here and scope it out for himself.”] Pierre calmly responded.]

[center [#2e1256 “Just take a deep breath, though. You will be fine. We’ll have a good day.”] Pierre tried to reassure her before motioning for her to follow him to the massage room where he had sheets and towels to fold. He liked to keep everything and neat and clean as possible at all times. And Pierre figured the best place to start was showing her how to ‘spa fold’ the necessary linens before setting up the massage table so she knew what it should look like. [#2e1256 “And if it helps if you want a massage like once a week or so we can do that. I feel it can help you out with relaxing outside of yoga sessions.”] he offered. Pierre wanted Rosabelle to feel as comfortable as possible during her time at the studio. So, and extra appointment or two didn’t bother him in the slightest.]

[center The day wore on and overall it felt routine. While he was in massage appointments Pierre had tasked Rosabelle to keep an eye on social media messages and the studio phone. He did need to show her more how to use the electronic appointment calendar, but in the meantime he allowed her to jot new appointment information on paper for later. And after the last client was checked out, Pierre tossed the soiled linens into the wash before going back up to the front desk. [#2e1256 “Hey, Rosabelle, random question. You wouldn’t happen to know of decent local bars around here, would you? I’ve been wanting to go out a little bit more in my free time if I’m not squirreled away in the forest. I have heard about a few places in passing. But I don’t know what’s good around here.”] he asked, leaning against the high counter. [#2e1256 “Because I have been having a hell of a time finding good beer around here, let alone quality liquors. But if you don’t know, that’s fine.”] Pierre added, musing on the subject within his own little thought bubble. [#2e1256 “I don’t want to spend my entire time here being a woodland hermit, you know?...”]]
  [Pierre] / EtherealEquinox / 73d 22h 26m 35s
[font "times new roman" Rosabelle wanted nothing more than to strangle her brother. She was pissed that he had spilled the beans about her other two jobs, and now she was starting to worry about losing this one. The only job she knew she could relax at, and deal with adults instead of children and teenagers. When Pierre told her to take her breaks like she needed too, she nodded lightly. [#C4788E "I promise you I will take them when I need too. I won't over do it. My other two are somewhat slow anyway, since I teach piano for only a couple hours a day, and then my art classes on the weekends, so this one if pretty much my so called relaxing and unwinding job"] she said with a small smile. She meant it too. She wasn't about to disappoint either one of the men.]

[font "times new roman" Dawson watched his youngest sister and the way she lit up talking about her other two jobs. She was a really passionate woman, and he loved her for it. He knew the real reason as to why she took on this third job, but he didn't like it. He would talk to her later about it. When the other male told him to take a gift bag, he was slightly surprised. He raised a 'brow slightly and Rosabelle shot him a look. [#C4788E "Don't be an asshole, I know where your mind is going"] she hissed. The male looked at his sister an smiled sheepishly. She did know him a little too well. [#E67E22 "Thank you for the gift bag, and I'll make sure to program your number into my phone"] he said with a small smirk.]

[font "times new roman" The comment about bed partners seemed to capture his interest though. He wasn't about to let that one slip. He kept his mouth shut though as the other two started to walk off. He stopped Rosabelle real quick. [#E67E22 "I'll see you at home, and we will talk later."] he said lightly The woman looked towards her brother and nodded lightly [#C4788E "Yes, we will need to have a long ass talk when I get home"] she said back. The male nodded and then slipped out the door. He knew that the woman was in good hands too. He worried about her though, because of everything else going on.]

[font "times new roman" He walked to the car and unlocked it, and slid in behind the wheel. He put the bag beside him on the seat, and then looked towards the building. He knew that Rosabelle was in good hands, but he wanted nothing more than to stick around. He didn't though. He started the car and pulled out of the parking stall and headed back towards the house. Meanwhile back inside Rosabelle was taking notes on what Pierre was talking about. She knew what he wanted, and she was more than willing to make sure everything ran smoothly. [#C4788E "I'll be more than willing to do whatever you need. Paperwork, making sure everything is cleaned up, I'll do my best"] she said lightly.]

[font "times new roman" [#C4788E "I am sorry about my brother though.. He's stubborn, and I just.. I don't know.. I'm also going to apologize for not telling you about my other jobs as well. I promise you I won't work myself to the bone, that's why I'm only working a couple of days for you. If I don't have classes for piano or art, I'll most likely pick up the extra slack here, because I'm trying to get back onto my feet. I'm staying with Dawson, and I guess I feel like I'm being a burden to him. So please understand why I didn't tell you.."] she breathed out. She wasn't meaning to sound like a pity party, because that's not what she was looking for. She just needed some sort of understanding.]

[font "times new roman" She bit the inside of her cheek as she wrapped her arms around herself. [#C4788E "What do you want me to do first?"] she asked the male. She couldn't wait to throw herself into her work, and just forget everything that had happened ten minutes ago.]
  wнιтlocĸ / ButterflyRose / 81d 18h 9m 54s
[center Pierre felt like he was lightly dozing before he heard the entrance doorbell go off, signaling that somebody was walking in. He straightened up in the chair he was previously leaning back in to see who it was, and he was happy to see Rosabelle walking in. And he assumed that the man that was with her was her brother that she had been talking about. Pierre had to stifle laughter because the stark contrast between them was initially hilarious as hell. Rosabelle looked like she’d give you the stars and then some if you simply asked. Whereas her brother looked like he’d eat your soul if you remotely breathed in his direction the wrong way. [#2e1256 “I appreciate you coming in early rather than late. And don’t even sweat it, I could use the help honestly.”] Pierre noted before his gaze shifted over to Dawson. [#2e1256 “Of course. The pleasure is all mine.”] he responded with a kind smile. [#2e1256 “Please do take the gift bag. It has a few different items in there for you since Rosabelle told me about you yesterday.”] Pierre gently insisted as he stood from the desk.]

[center Dawson’s follow-up question caught Pierre slightly off guard, though. It definitely wasn’t the other man’s business what his visa time was, but the Swiss male really didn’t care much in all honesty. [#2e1256 “I’m due to go back to Switzerland in 6 months if I don’t renew my work visa.”] But then Pierre processed the fact that Rosabelle had two other jobs to contend with at the same time. This made him stop mid-thought with a furrowed brow. He then looked over at Rosabelle, feeling more concerned than anything. [#2e1256 “Why would you want a third job? That’s an awful lot to take on at the same time.”] Pierre inquired, second guessing his decision. Yes, he could certainly use all of the help, but he didn’t want to be partly responsible for running an innocent young woman into the ground! It really felt like a bit of a clusterfuck in that moment, though, because Pierre hadn’t known about the two other jobs, but clearly Rosabelle didn’t want Dawson to say anything about it.]

[center Pierre then watched the interaction between the woman and her brother with a bit of chagrin given the circumstances despite the instancing from the two. Although, he found Dawson’s positioning intriguing due to his choice of words. [#2e1256 “The only vague threats I accept are from bed partners, sir. So, unless you’re trying to actualize that, I believe we’ll be just fine as long as work gets done as necessary.”] Pierre crossed his arms before looking over at Rosabelle. He knew that having this position had significant meaning to her. And Pierre didn’t want to be the asshole to actually take that away from her. [#2e1256 “A stipulation is that you must take regular breaks as necessary because I’m not going to have you actually exhaust yourself here.”] he said. While his expression was light, Pierre was entirely serious. This wasn’t some slave labor type of job. And he didn’t want Rosabelle to act irrationally about anything. [#2e1256 “As for you,”] Pierre began as he tucked a business card into the gift bag, [#2e1256 “If you have any questions for me, feel free to call or text if I don’t answer. Otherwise, I need to show Rosabelle around and introduce her to her new duties before my appointments today.”]]

[center [#2e1256 “And speaking of appointments, Rosabelle, today are just massage sessions. So, we have to make sure everything is clean and made up in advance, so we aren’t scattering for supplies and wasting time. We can see the schedule here on the laptop if you’d like to take a look for yourself. I try to keep everything in one spot as much as I can because I dislike clutter with a passion. And because of that it’s imperative that we are organized as much as possible for the sake of our sanity and the clients who visit.”] Pierre went on, figuring that the best way to learn was being hands on as early as possible…]
  [Pierre] / EtherealEquinox / 85d 21h 29m 16s

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