LOCATIONS

[farrowday]

(placeholder-- will have toplevels for common locations, players welcome to add their own for private spots like dorms)

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[ex_outofcontrol435]

Dude, don't insult me. I can pull something like this off without getting caught.

[His eyes flick downward, catching that rosy sheen on Petre's throat as it works around the exhale, but he pulls them back up.]

Just depends on how bad you need it.

[broil]

[He hasn't forgotten this time, John, just how their drunk night finished. Not on good terms, if there ever were good ones between them, so much that John's sudden act of generosity leaves him wondering just how it's going to backfire on him.

One can't say there's remorse for what he did or the things he said. Petre doesn't get remorse. If anything, he can just recognize that he could have played things out differently to have a more agreeable result.

(And then he remembers how John taunted him. The thought of Harry's hands and mouth on him.)

So he tries a different angle other than engaging on suspicion, tilting his head with his tongue on his lower lip, wetting it slowly.]

I need it pretty bad.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Blatant seduction. He knows this angle far too well from Petre by now, but Petre doesn't yet know that on some level, it could work. He's just too determined to let that distract him right now.]

So make me an offer. What's it worth to you?

[broil]

[He has to break character, now. There it is.]

What's it worth to me? I don't know. What's my offer worth to you?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

No games, Petre. You know what I want.

[Despite the sharp intensity in his eyes, his lips curl up a little.]

I just wanted to see how far you'd go.

[broil]

It'll take a lot more than cigarette contraband to earn my trust, Allerdyce.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

And if I never find out what it is, you never have to do it.

[He sighs. Should've known better.]

You want me to march Harry out here to tell you right to your face just how much he doesn't want to fuck me? He said he'd even take fun at his own expense, and I bet that'd be a good time for everyone. If he doesn't, and I don't, then - [Arms out at his sides. No point in carrying this on.]

[broil]

[Well, this could get interesting. He blows more smoke, sits back and removes his other glove. Looks like it's gonna be a conversation.]

So who do you want to touch? There's gotta be someone.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

You realize I can't just char the skin off everyone who pisses me off, right?

[Hmm. Maybe it's blatant lying time, but with a potential for truth.]

Not to mention a teacher tried to take the marker from me after I wrote something on the board yesterday and I nearly threw it across the room trying to get away from his hand. I look like a fucking nutcase. This is practical, not sexual.

[broil]

[Lips spread, showing teeth. It's an amusing thought - a vision he wouldn't have mind experiencing for himself. John making a fool of himself is always a good source of entertainment.]

So tell the teachers you don't like to be touched. No one's gonna blame the minor who got picked up off the streets.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Okay, yeah, misfire. He'd find it just as funny were it anyone else. He's just getting desperate here.]

Okay, just once, level with me. Is there anything I can do to convince you here?

[broil]

'Course there is.

[And he cuts off there. He's going to make you ask for it.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Silence stretches out between them for a long moment, pure obstinance on his part, before he finally crosses his arms over his chest.]

Can I get a hint? Buy a vowel?

[broil]

[His eyes narrow slightly. Didn't get the vowel reference.]

Come here.

[He'll whisper it to you.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

This is really bottom of the barrel, even for you. Maybe especially for you.

[Whispering as an excuse to get him closer? But he'll play along, stepping in to meet Petre and leaning in slowly and deliberately.]

[broil]

[He watches John while he leans in, smiling all throughout the comment. And then he blows some smoke to the side and does as he promised, lips against John's ear.]

I want you in my bed. And I get to do whatever I want to you.

[And he's fully confident that John's going to say no in some other comical way, so he's ready for another good laugh. It shows on his lips.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[It's odd: until that moment, John doesn't realize that Petre has really backed off the aggressive flirting since that first drunken night. John's been watching him more closely, been caught in guilty looks, moments of observation that could be used to put the lie to his continued objections, but nothing's come of them. It took the threat of someone else, not a flat rejection, to push Petre to the point they're at now.

And now he's playing his full hand, laid out on the table more explicitly than it's ever been before, and John's response is to flush so hotly that he knows it'll reach his face this time.]

That's what you've always wanted. You couldn't pick something more original?

[There's his comical no. Delivered with about as much force as a slap with a de-boned fish.]

[broil]

[And he leans back. There's more of a sense of victory to hearing his rejection than there would've been otherwise, and that's smack plain on Petre's features.]

So that's a no, then.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

[Of course there is. He's tied John's freedom to the one concession he can never make - the only acceptable exchange for him is one tiny freedom for the loss of every other one.

Why in god's name couldn't Petre just wake up sane someday? Wake up as something he could actually desire without dreading and avoiding the fact for his own sanity?]

You're only fucking yourself over right now. [His laugh is cold, but not arrogant. He knows he's been caught in checkmate again.] That's the best part, that you don't even get that.

[broil]

No, the best part is that this time you're the one who can't get what you want.

[cigarette goes back between his lips.]

[ex_outofcontrol435]

So no one getting what they want is the best outcome? How fucked up is the inside of your head, anyway?

[Not that anything could really change the situation, but Petre's actually enjoying it. He's guaranteed that John will never, ever give in, and he's enjoying it.]

[broil]

You're the one who keeps insisting I'm never getting what I want. You don't honestly expect me to just compromise.

[ex_outofcontrol435]

And you're an idiot.

[He's finally been pushed far enough to break the lock on a secret he swore he'd never tell. That's how much he needs leverage right now. This time he's the one who leans in, whispers in Petre's ear.]

You almost had it. You were just so drunk that you can't remember, and now you can't make good on any of it because every time you open your mouth, you make things worse for yourself. But keep it up. Keep feeling superior 'cause you're digging your own grave. That really is the best part.

[And he makes to walk away, sure that for once, he's struck the ultimate blow.]

[broil]

[Well. That makes the smile fade, even if it just gives place to mild puzzlement, because he's pretty damn sure he can remember the night in question. He really must have been drunk if there's any detail from that mess he's missing.

(It's the wrong night. He doesn't even think about it, but he's got the wrong night.)]

What on Earth are you talking about?

[ex_outofcontrol435]

Think hard enough, you might get it. [He pauses, glances over his shoulder.] Won't do you any good now, but it'll be something to keep you occupied in the shower.