Brad/Seb @ Xquisite

[Sebastian Terrace]

Sebastian didn't normally hang around strip clubs -he had never even been into one! But here he was, drinking a beer and leaning against the brick wall between the Xquisite Club and the Liquor Store - what a great alley way, combining two things that go perfectly together. He glanced across the street towards the group of friends he had met up with were, noticing how they were all laughing, smoking, and pointing at him. He shrugged his shoulders and tried to adjust his jacket, ending up looking like a dork with his collar half popped up. Not to mention he was constantly sniffed, as effect of a slight cocaine withdraw and too much alcohol running through his veins. "You guys are assholes!" He shouted across the street, rolling his eyes at the calls of 'chicken!' and the snorts of laughter from the drunks.

Daring him to go into the strip club and steal a girl's panties was one thing - they'd tried to get him to do that last night - but daring him to walk in and try to get freaky with that... Rocky Mountain guy, or whatever his name was? The guy was most likely not gay, and not interested in some young dude's ridiculous pleas to make out. That was the bet - get him to make out and you've got yourself a whole shipment of cocaine coming in half price. He had to do it - he was out, and it was killing him. But really, it was going to be embarrassing, especially since he figured he wouldn't win.

He was waiting in the alley because the bouncer wouldn't let him in; he was too shitfaced drunk to even pull out his ID. The cast and staff exit was on the side of the building, and he wanted to catch him coming out, so that his friends would see the kiss. When the door swung open, however, Seb realized he was not prepared at all for this. Rejection is one thing... but being rejected by a stripper? "Uh! Excuse me?" he had to do this before he lost his nerve. "Mr. Mountain dude? I need to talk to you, man!"

[Brad Hug]

Brad hopped down from the stage, grabbing the pair of black basketball shorts his manager was holding up before running out the side door to escape the pack of girls chasing after him. He giggled excitedly as he flew around tables, somehow managing to slip the pants on leg by leg. That kind of thing comes with being a stripper: getting clothes on an off rather easily.

Once out the side door, his manager and a few stage men following close behind, Brad sighed heavily with a smile on his face as he leaned against the wall at the other side of the alley and ran a hand over his sweaty forehead. Then he heard a voice. Startled, Brad's head shot to the side to see a man coming towards him. His manager acted quickly, but Brad put a hand up. "Its cool, Jake," he said as he went over to the man, pushing away a stage boy who was trying to hand him a shirt.

"What's up, bro?" Brad asked the man with a smile as he rubbed his chest.

[Sebastian Terrace]

Stop drooling... stop drooling, he's just a normal guy and you can't have him! Sebastian had to coach himself, staring at this man's chest for longer than he had meant to. Looking toned was something Seb had a thing for - if you were scrawnier than a rat, you really didn't stand a chance with him, that was just his rule. When he found a guy that was physically attractive, he always had trouble making eye contact, just because he got nervous and ended up just checking him out. Tearing his gaze from the man, he comforted himself in the fact that at least the poor guy was used to being ogled at. "Hi, urrr," Seb glanced back at the group of howling hooligans, afraid for a moment that he would chicken out, and forced himself to gulp back his fear and face him.

"Look, I'm supposed to get you to make out with me." Or more, much more if you want to... Oh my god those abs... Sebastian couldn't help it - he was ogling again! His eyes were probably as wide as saucers, which didn't match up with the straight forward way he was talking. When he was drunk, he could let you know exactly what he wanted, but he couldn't control the way his mind wandered off during that little conversation. "I mean, uh, my friends over there." He gestured with his hand that was wrapped around the beer bottle, sloshing a little bit of the amber liquid on the ground. Oops. "I've been dared to do something dirty with you because I find you good looking, ok?" He spat out, a little more harsh than he had wanted. "I know you probably don't roll that way, though." He furrowed his brow, mentally thinking of all the ways to kill himself tonight - god this was embarrassing!

[Brad Hug]

Brad sort of smiled at the guy when he mentioned it being a bet and whatnot. "Friends. They do the damnedest things, don't they?" he said before walking around Seb so he was in clear sight of these so called 'friends of his. He waved at them slowly, pointed at Seb then shot them back a thumbs up as he put his hands around the back of Seb's head and pulled his lips to his own. They stood together for a moment, eyes closed as Brad laid it on hard. The 'friends' across the street were beginning to woot and holler at the two when Brad pulled back.

"There yeh go, buddy," he said. "I can't stand to see people lose bets." He patted Seb on the shoulder and leaned back against the wall a bit on his shoulder. He expected Seb to walk away quickly.. but there he stood, motionless. Brad chuckled under his breath and looked to one of the stage boys. "Ay, Thomas. Get this guy a drink of water, huh? He looks ready to pass out," he shouted down the alley. Thomas, the stage boy, practically saluted Brad before running back inside for the water.

[Sebastian Terrace]

Sebastian's inhalation of breath was so sharp, he could feel it scratch the back of his throat as Rocky Mountain - the stripper Rocky Mountain - grabbed hold and kissed him. He couldn't believe it - his body went limp and his eyes were wide as these unfamiliar lips just pressed against him. For a moment though, he closed his eyes and relished in the feel - it was a spectacular kiss, if not somewhat forced upon him. When Rocky pulled away, Seb looked at him wide eyed, unsure as his friends started cat calling and cheering. Stunned, for a moment all he could do was blink, staring at the man in wonder. "Oh my god I just got kissed by you!" He squeaked, somewhat fan girling over the thought. He hoped he wasn't over heard though, as it was embarrassing to have a stripper think you talk like a little girl.

"I mean, uh, whoa." He cleared his throat, voice back under control, and licked his lips nervously. "Thanks, I guess. You just won me a lot of money." He laughed, trying to make this all seem like a normal conversation, but it just wasn't. He was breathing hard and his heart was racing. A kiss from a stripper! Just because he asked for it! He couldn't believe that. Accepting the water from the stage guy, he tossed back half of the plastic bottle in less than five seconds. He was practically panting with excitement, and ended up dropping the empty beer bottle. "Shit. Sorry - uh, thanks for the water, man."

He ground a piece of glass into the pavement with his foot, watching his shoe for a moment intently as if it were important. Then he looked up at Rocky and had to grin, excited and anticipating something more. "You know..." he stepped a little closer, trying to look nonchalant as he leaned against the wall. His arm sort of blocked him in, something he tried to do flirtatiously so that he seemed cool as he half-pinned a stripper against a wall in an ally way. The situation seemed impossible even to him! "You are a great kisser." He slurred, trying to look sultry.

[Brad Hug]

Brad smiled, a bit unsure, when Seb leaned on the wall. "Thanks?" he said a bit confused then looked to his people all standing just kind of.. watching them. "I'll be back in soon, guys. Go get Ben ready," he said flicking his hand at the door signalling for them to go inside.

Clearing his throat, Brad readjusted himself on the wall so he was face to face with Seb. "You come here often, stranger? I mean, you seem to know who I am.. that wasn't a pickup line," Brad said rather seriously, a small smirk creeping up the side of his face.

Who was this guy? And why did he like.. totally freak out from the kiss? It was a solid. That's all. A bro to bro solid. The dude was clearly in a bit of a pickle and here was Brad, just trying to help him out. Why'd he almost like... faint?

[Dalton Boyd]

"Me? Come here often?" Seb laughed, suddenly finding it extremely hilarious. Why would he come here multiple times? It wasn't like he knew anyone in the club or was actually going to watch a show - he wasn't into seeing something that he could ask for someone to do for him at home. When Levi lived with him, the guy practically stripped at a whim, so it wasn't like he needed to pay for a private viewing. "I go there often." He pointed at the wall they were leaning against, the side of the liquor store. "I'm just here goofing around with them," he pointed over his shoulder. "I'm supposed to make the viewing interesting for them before they'll actually give me what I want. If I get them to think I kiss so well that you actually want to talk to me - man, all the shit they've promised will make things so much easier." He hiccuped, then frowned, a slight after affect of the beer. He moved his arm to lean his shoulder against the wall, too short to actually block Rocky from view of his friends, but just tall enough to make it seem like they were at least talking.

"Should I go?" He widened his eyes, suddenly very aware that he had no clue who this guy was. He was probably used to being stared at from on stage, not out in a freaking ally way. His head was starting to hurt from the confusion of it all - drugs mixed with alcohol, plus withdraw symptoms from not getting more drugs? It was enough to make the dim lights flash and the music pound. Not to mention he wasn't sure if he was dreaming or not.