Warren & Jay
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xp_logsWarren goes to Silver to see the bartender's act, though mostly to see Jay.
Wet curls of burnette locks swirled as Jen turned, spinning the bottle with her and in the air before a blue hand caught it flawlessly and poured another drink. Larry's hand passed Jay's waist, holding him steady as he slipped past, grabbing for another glass. Larry spun it in his hands and Jay snatched it, the crowd whistling as Jay quirked a grin of 'tough luck'. Larry mocked a punch to Jay's face and Jen whistled loudly over the music, catching the pair's attention long enough to toss two bottles at them. Where it may have looked like they weren't going to react fast enough, they both caught the necks in time and went with the momentum to not drop any alcohol on the floor. The crowd roared again, chanting and three customers leaned over, giving their orders to which the bartenders nodded, integrating the orders into their act.
Warren had promised (or threatened) to surprise Jay at Silver one night, and here he was. He'd arrived in time to see the show, hanging back a little in order to properly appreciate it. He was feeling a little out of place, to be honest - dressed in a designer suit and a long jacket, he had forgotten the sort of crowd that came here. For a split moment, he envied the obviously out mutants in the crowd, unafraid to hide what made them different. But then a move from the bar caught his attention again, light glinting off Jay's wings as he moved along with his fellow bartenders. He smiled, nudging his way through the crowd until he made it to the bar near where Jay was working.
Jay had long since gotten rid of his tshirt, no longer ashamed of the silver wings or the external spine that curved down his back and disappeared into his buffalo jeans. The crowd liked it, they liked the wings (that oddly enough, came out when he was performing) and he settled into a comfort here he hadn't been in a long time. It was obvious he fit in, deep within his element but for a stalling second, he fumbled a glass, catching it inbetween his wrist and his stomach when he thought he was hallucinating Warren Worthington.
Jen caught the look, the fumble and she arched a brow but Jay recovered, tossing Warren a wink before he resumed. Lining the bar with five glasses, Jay set a bottle into each and just as quickly, one by one, tossed them under his arm and behind for Larry to catch and recap. Leaning over the bar, Jay topped them off with another liquior before he blew a kiss to a girl and she blew into the glasses, setting them ablaze. Five nearby whooped and a girl leaned over the bar, yelling Jay's name, which he nodded and the firegirl infront of him swept her drinks, leaving down a twenty, which disappeared with a swipe of Jay's hand.
A few more customers served until Larry called in on a time out. Two regular bartenders took over while Jen, jay and Larry disappeared into the back. A moment later, Jay was coming out of another door separate from the bar, towel in hand and wiping his fingers. It was clear from the bright smile on his face that he was pleased Warren came at all.
"Didn't think you was serious," he teased when he was within ear shot.
Warren had been more than impressed by the show - he knew the sort of grace that Jay flew with, after spending hours in the air with the man it was hard not to notice. But this was something else entirely, and it had been mesmerizing to watch.
Once Jay disappeared, he snagged himself a drink, for once managing not to flirt with the bartender and whoever he happened to be standing next to. He nursed the glass of scotch as he waited for Jay to reappear, which didn't take long at all. A broad smile crossed his face when he saw Jay, and he laughed a little at the comment.
"Oh, I'm always serious about visiting a club," he said a little flippantly, even if the truth of the matter was it was for Jay that he made the trip, not to visit Silver.
"Well just don't go and try n' buy it out or you'll be in a headlock faster than you can say the name. Guess you liked the show then huh? We ain't at the top of our game tonight," he gestured behind him. "Jen n' Larry are fightin' again and they--"
"Jay!!!"
Jay looked beyond Warren and for a second, he hesitated before he took Warren's hand and lead him out one of the exits, nodding to the bouncer who let him out. "Give us some privacy huh Tom?" The exit door closed abruptly behind Warren, shutting out the music and three girls that were in pursuit of them.
"Sorry," he gave a weak smile. "Ah gotta bunch of girls after me that are convinced Ah'm straight - Ah just need the right one."
"Not in the market for a club," he started to say, before he was abruptly cut off by the dash for the exit. He looked more than a little perplexed - because hello, those girls were cute - until Jay explained, at which he laughed a little.
"I'm sure disappearing with a handsome guy will do wonders for disproving this theory, then." Warren was mostly joking, though a part of him hoped no one really noticed it was Warren Worthington he'd disappeared with. The last thing he - or his father, let's face it - needed was the gossip blogs outing him.
"Ah'd be lucky if they thought of that. So far, they ain't listenin' to nuttin'. Actin' like a bunch o' stalkers. It's kinda normal though." At least every few months, he had some girl latch onto this theory that she could straighten him out, thinking she'd be the first to rock his world. "It kinda gets old, so Ah stopped tryin' to convince em Ah'm not," he explained, completely ignorant that Warren was worried being seen with him. "So yer here - alone?"
"Poor Jay, with his legion of fans." He flashed Jay a grin. "You do realise any straight guy would love having girls throwing themselves at you, don't you?" Not that Warren didn't sympathise - the amount of people that had thrown themselves at him over the years was staggering. "I am," he said with a shrug. "Visting a mutant club isn't high on my business associates' to-do list, and besides," he said with a smirk, "I wanted you to myself for the evening." He glanced back at the door into the club. "Relatively speaking."
Jay thought to point out that the last guy that threw himself at him had been almost too drunk to fly and crashed in his suite, although his lopsided grin probably spoke volumes of that. Let alone, arching that brow up. "Well," he started, tossing the rag over his shoulder and knocked on the door. "What time is it?" he asked the bouncer, Tom, as the man opened the door.
"Twelve thirty--" The door closed promptly, suggesting this wasn't the first time Jay had to sneak off with someone.
"Ah get off in a half hour or hour, depends. Ah might be able to sneak out earlier if you wanna do somethin'. Tho' Ah dunno what Warren Worthington wants to do at one thirty in the morn, unless you like cruisin'--" He didn't think Mark's favourite cruising hot spots was something up Warren's league.
Let's not go there, Jay - particularly since the same guy just showed up at your place of work alone to visit you. Give him a point or two, won't you? Warren shrugged at the comment, thinking for a few moments.
"I can keep myself entertained until you're finished, no worries." The benefits of being young, good looking and rich. "But I have to say, if I'm not surrounded by paperwork I have to read at 1.30, I'm usually in bed."
Just not necessarily asleep.
Jay snorted. "Ah thought ya just had to be drunk," he rolled his eyes. The man was incorrigible and he saw a side to Warren he never noticed before. Or maybe he just turned a blind eye to it. "Ah think we can be a little more creative than bed," he suggested, knocking once on the door.
Warren laughed at that. "You make it sound as if you're not worth hitting on sober." And he was a good looking guy! Not that Warren was looking to leap into bed with anyone quite right now, but if it happened to happen... "Now you're just making me feel old and boring," he finished with a very slight whine in his voice.
Jay's hand caught the door but he leaned against the wall. "Maybe you are old n' borin'," he teased. There was no point in touching base on the whole worth thing, he was either hit on by drunks or girls, nothing else. "Don't worry though. We'll remedy that." Before Warren could reply, Jay pulled the door open and disappeared through it, tugging the towel off his shoulder and immediately caught in a wave of three girl fawning over him, especially one in particular, who hung off his neck as he headed for the back room without a single look behind him.
"Hardly!" Warren tried to protest, before disappearing after Jay. He had no idea what Jay had in mind, but he was terribly curious - and a little apprehensive, dashing through the group of his stalkers. He was recognised more in New York than he was in California, and he honestly didn't need a crazy stalker of Jay's to recognise him and report it to the gossip blogs. So he kept his head low and turned away, following in Jay's wake. Thankfully, most people seemed more interested in paying attention to their favourite bartender than they were to him.
Wet curls of burnette locks swirled as Jen turned, spinning the bottle with her and in the air before a blue hand caught it flawlessly and poured another drink. Larry's hand passed Jay's waist, holding him steady as he slipped past, grabbing for another glass. Larry spun it in his hands and Jay snatched it, the crowd whistling as Jay quirked a grin of 'tough luck'. Larry mocked a punch to Jay's face and Jen whistled loudly over the music, catching the pair's attention long enough to toss two bottles at them. Where it may have looked like they weren't going to react fast enough, they both caught the necks in time and went with the momentum to not drop any alcohol on the floor. The crowd roared again, chanting and three customers leaned over, giving their orders to which the bartenders nodded, integrating the orders into their act.
Warren had promised (or threatened) to surprise Jay at Silver one night, and here he was. He'd arrived in time to see the show, hanging back a little in order to properly appreciate it. He was feeling a little out of place, to be honest - dressed in a designer suit and a long jacket, he had forgotten the sort of crowd that came here. For a split moment, he envied the obviously out mutants in the crowd, unafraid to hide what made them different. But then a move from the bar caught his attention again, light glinting off Jay's wings as he moved along with his fellow bartenders. He smiled, nudging his way through the crowd until he made it to the bar near where Jay was working.
Jay had long since gotten rid of his tshirt, no longer ashamed of the silver wings or the external spine that curved down his back and disappeared into his buffalo jeans. The crowd liked it, they liked the wings (that oddly enough, came out when he was performing) and he settled into a comfort here he hadn't been in a long time. It was obvious he fit in, deep within his element but for a stalling second, he fumbled a glass, catching it inbetween his wrist and his stomach when he thought he was hallucinating Warren Worthington.
Jen caught the look, the fumble and she arched a brow but Jay recovered, tossing Warren a wink before he resumed. Lining the bar with five glasses, Jay set a bottle into each and just as quickly, one by one, tossed them under his arm and behind for Larry to catch and recap. Leaning over the bar, Jay topped them off with another liquior before he blew a kiss to a girl and she blew into the glasses, setting them ablaze. Five nearby whooped and a girl leaned over the bar, yelling Jay's name, which he nodded and the firegirl infront of him swept her drinks, leaving down a twenty, which disappeared with a swipe of Jay's hand.
A few more customers served until Larry called in on a time out. Two regular bartenders took over while Jen, jay and Larry disappeared into the back. A moment later, Jay was coming out of another door separate from the bar, towel in hand and wiping his fingers. It was clear from the bright smile on his face that he was pleased Warren came at all.
"Didn't think you was serious," he teased when he was within ear shot.
Warren had been more than impressed by the show - he knew the sort of grace that Jay flew with, after spending hours in the air with the man it was hard not to notice. But this was something else entirely, and it had been mesmerizing to watch.
Once Jay disappeared, he snagged himself a drink, for once managing not to flirt with the bartender and whoever he happened to be standing next to. He nursed the glass of scotch as he waited for Jay to reappear, which didn't take long at all. A broad smile crossed his face when he saw Jay, and he laughed a little at the comment.
"Oh, I'm always serious about visiting a club," he said a little flippantly, even if the truth of the matter was it was for Jay that he made the trip, not to visit Silver.
"Well just don't go and try n' buy it out or you'll be in a headlock faster than you can say the name. Guess you liked the show then huh? We ain't at the top of our game tonight," he gestured behind him. "Jen n' Larry are fightin' again and they--"
"Jay!!!"
Jay looked beyond Warren and for a second, he hesitated before he took Warren's hand and lead him out one of the exits, nodding to the bouncer who let him out. "Give us some privacy huh Tom?" The exit door closed abruptly behind Warren, shutting out the music and three girls that were in pursuit of them.
"Sorry," he gave a weak smile. "Ah gotta bunch of girls after me that are convinced Ah'm straight - Ah just need the right one."
"Not in the market for a club," he started to say, before he was abruptly cut off by the dash for the exit. He looked more than a little perplexed - because hello, those girls were cute - until Jay explained, at which he laughed a little.
"I'm sure disappearing with a handsome guy will do wonders for disproving this theory, then." Warren was mostly joking, though a part of him hoped no one really noticed it was Warren Worthington he'd disappeared with. The last thing he - or his father, let's face it - needed was the gossip blogs outing him.
"Ah'd be lucky if they thought of that. So far, they ain't listenin' to nuttin'. Actin' like a bunch o' stalkers. It's kinda normal though." At least every few months, he had some girl latch onto this theory that she could straighten him out, thinking she'd be the first to rock his world. "It kinda gets old, so Ah stopped tryin' to convince em Ah'm not," he explained, completely ignorant that Warren was worried being seen with him. "So yer here - alone?"
"Poor Jay, with his legion of fans." He flashed Jay a grin. "You do realise any straight guy would love having girls throwing themselves at you, don't you?" Not that Warren didn't sympathise - the amount of people that had thrown themselves at him over the years was staggering. "I am," he said with a shrug. "Visting a mutant club isn't high on my business associates' to-do list, and besides," he said with a smirk, "I wanted you to myself for the evening." He glanced back at the door into the club. "Relatively speaking."
Jay thought to point out that the last guy that threw himself at him had been almost too drunk to fly and crashed in his suite, although his lopsided grin probably spoke volumes of that. Let alone, arching that brow up. "Well," he started, tossing the rag over his shoulder and knocked on the door. "What time is it?" he asked the bouncer, Tom, as the man opened the door.
"Twelve thirty--" The door closed promptly, suggesting this wasn't the first time Jay had to sneak off with someone.
"Ah get off in a half hour or hour, depends. Ah might be able to sneak out earlier if you wanna do somethin'. Tho' Ah dunno what Warren Worthington wants to do at one thirty in the morn, unless you like cruisin'--" He didn't think Mark's favourite cruising hot spots was something up Warren's league.
Let's not go there, Jay - particularly since the same guy just showed up at your place of work alone to visit you. Give him a point or two, won't you? Warren shrugged at the comment, thinking for a few moments.
"I can keep myself entertained until you're finished, no worries." The benefits of being young, good looking and rich. "But I have to say, if I'm not surrounded by paperwork I have to read at 1.30, I'm usually in bed."
Just not necessarily asleep.
Jay snorted. "Ah thought ya just had to be drunk," he rolled his eyes. The man was incorrigible and he saw a side to Warren he never noticed before. Or maybe he just turned a blind eye to it. "Ah think we can be a little more creative than bed," he suggested, knocking once on the door.
Warren laughed at that. "You make it sound as if you're not worth hitting on sober." And he was a good looking guy! Not that Warren was looking to leap into bed with anyone quite right now, but if it happened to happen... "Now you're just making me feel old and boring," he finished with a very slight whine in his voice.
Jay's hand caught the door but he leaned against the wall. "Maybe you are old n' borin'," he teased. There was no point in touching base on the whole worth thing, he was either hit on by drunks or girls, nothing else. "Don't worry though. We'll remedy that." Before Warren could reply, Jay pulled the door open and disappeared through it, tugging the towel off his shoulder and immediately caught in a wave of three girl fawning over him, especially one in particular, who hung off his neck as he headed for the back room without a single look behind him.
"Hardly!" Warren tried to protest, before disappearing after Jay. He had no idea what Jay had in mind, but he was terribly curious - and a little apprehensive, dashing through the group of his stalkers. He was recognised more in New York than he was in California, and he honestly didn't need a crazy stalker of Jay's to recognise him and report it to the gossip blogs. So he kept his head low and turned away, following in Jay's wake. Thankfully, most people seemed more interested in paying attention to their favourite bartender than they were to him.
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