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Posted: Sat Oct 14, 2017 10:03 am
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 Name: Nathan "Nate" Klein. Age: 26 Height: 5' 9'' Eye color: Blue Hair color: Black Occupation: Bartender at a downtown gay club Background: After coming to terms with his sexuality, Nathan began to become distant from his family, specially his older sister. Being only a year younger than her, the two of them used to be really close, that was, until she started to resent him for being the 'family's star'. Everything that went wrong in her life, apparently was all Nathan's fault. So he decided to simply... Avoid her as much as he could. Despite that, he does care about her, but prefers to stay at a good distance from her. Likes: Going on morning jogs, pets, naps, sweaters, rainy days, winter, mystery novels, coffee, having his hair played with, teasing others, flirting. Dislikes: Spiders, hot days, heights, family meetings, tea (may add more later), cleaning dirty dishes. Personality: He is a little distant towards his family and is always arriving late or going early to any family event. When things aren't interesting for him, Nathan puts little effort into doing something, but when it's something he enjoys, the young man puts all his effort and more into it. His family thinks he is waisting his talents away, thinking he would be a great business man if he wanted. Nathan is easy going, a little flirty and cares deeply for those he considers close to him. He can be a little playful and flirty at work, but deep down is a hopeless romantic and hopes to one day find the one. |
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2017 10:25 am
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 Name: Andre Beltran
Age: 28
Height: 6'0"
Eye color: Light brown
Hair color: Dirty blonde
Occupation: Account Manager at an Advertising Agency
Background: Andre had been used to dealing with a split identity for a long time. The side of him his family and most of his friends know shows up to work in a button-up ready to meet with clients, takes his girlfriend out for nice dinners, reads at coffee shops on Sunday afternoons, and has been in a committed relationship for three years to date. The side of him that comes out only after midnight and only when he's left to his own devices goes out to gay bars downtown, has a strong preference for men, smokes pot, and has a talent for painting... mostly n***s. Even though he had been successful in balancing the collision between responsibilities and his true interests, with every month that goes by and he doesn't propose to his girlfriend her mood sours. Andre knows he'd due to make a big decision that could make or break him.
Likes: Scotch on the rocks, cooking shows, blunt people, the smell of leather, sleeping in, soccer.
Dislikes: Nosy people, sugary drinks, pop music, haircuts, being idle, cellphone ringtones.
Personality: Andre has too many secrets to be an outspoken person, so he keeps conversations succinct and doesn't reveal anything other than whats strictly necessary. He is honest to a flaw, and at the same time will be quick to deflect conversation about any personal topic that makes him uncomfortable. Due to his job he can force himself to be social and charming when meeting with clients (or his girlfriend's parents), but the effort exhausts him. All in all, there are very few people he loosens up around and allows his true self to shine through, to all others he can come across as calculating and difficult to read.
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 4:43 pm
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 Nathan "Nate" Klein
Ah. He was so glad that he didn't live with his parents anymore. Or else he would have to listen to his sister voice until God knows what time. Nathan had been tricked! Again to make the matter worse. Seriously, one day he will end up not believing his mother ever again. She had promised it will only be the three of them, that Regina had canceled on family dinner. And Boom. There she was. Chatting away all the night about how wonderful her boyfriend was and how certain she was that Andre was going to pop the question soon. Not to mention the times she would try to poke fun at his love life or turned any questions or comments their parents have for Nathan to herself. It was quite frustrating and irritating. Seriously. He didn't know why she was that way to him, no matter how much he tried to think about it, Nate could never phantom a clue as to way his sister disliked him so much. Sure, he was happy for her despite everything and he guessed Andre was an okay guy, to be honest he wasn't sure as he hasn't really spent that much time with his sister's boyfriend. But still... Give him a break. Nathan left early, as soon as he was done with his food and rushed back to his one room studio apartment. Changing into a black deep V neck shirt and some tight jeans. Black ankle boots and a silver chain necklace and left for work. It was only there that he started to relax, the dark haired male finally forgetting about his family troubles, busy mixing drinks for the costumers of the gay bar downtown where he worked as a bartender. Today wasn't a busy day, it was a week day after all, but there was still a good amount of costumers. While he was mixing a cocktail for a costumer, his blue eyes caught sight of a dirty blond. Somehow, the other male seemed familiar... And he couldn't help but stare... Aah s**t, it can't be! Was that Andre? No... No way! Why would his sister's boyfriend be in the bar? Was he accompanying a friend? Or.. Maybe he was just confusing the other? Ah! He needed to get a closer look! ChewingGumBomb I was watching Mean Girls and Thus, the name Regina x3 |
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 7:19 pm
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 Andre moved the mouse to click the ‘send’ button on the screen and sighed, stretching his arms up towards the ceiling until he heard a crack in his spine. He looked around and saw only two other people remained in the office. He picked up the green beer bottle next to his monitor and took the last sip, chucking the container in the bin next to his desk. His phone’s screen warned him of three text messages awaiting his response– two from Regina asking him if he could come by now that she was done with dinner, and one from an acquaintance he had made last weekend whose contact he’d saved as ‘Tarzan’ due to his dashing bone structure coupled with idiocy. The young advertising executive easily deferred his girlfriend’s message by claiming he still had an important project to finish off before tomorrow morning, and then moved to accept the brute’s invitation for a drink about a twenty-five-minute walk from his office. It was a nice breezy night out. His steps echoed in the office as he collected his jacket and moved to the exit, bidding goodbye to his coworkers.
The bouncer let him in without even glancing at his face, so he immediately confirmed it was a slow night. Once inside, a quick scan of the room was enough to spot his acquaintance sitting at a booth with long hair raining down his shoulders, two martinis set on the table. Andre slipped into the seat across from and took the the martini glass closest to him, clinking the glassware for cheer without waiting for his counterpart to pick up his drink.
Exactly thirty minutes later he was picking the olive off the toothpick and popping it in his mouth in an attempt to entertain himself from the monologue currently taking place across from him. The young blonde waited patiently for a natural pause in his dialogue to propose another drink– after all, he’d have to raise his blood-alcohol level if he ever wanted to get through this date. “I’ll get it this time” he offered, standing up to move to the bar.
Andre’s phone vibrated in his pocket, he pulled it out and saw a paragraph of a text message from Regina and began to scan through a spiel about his neglect, his fear of commitment, and how much things were growing stale between them. “Two martinis please” he said barely looking up from his screen when he was approached by a bartender, eyebrows knotted as he tried to figure out whether he should respond to the message or not. He knew this was most likely the effect of a single glass of wine too many, but he also feared the young woman was approaching her breaking point. Something resembling guilt poked at his chest, but he quickly brushed it away.
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MonstersOfMen Hahahaha the meanest girl, now I have a good mental image to go by |
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 7:42 pm
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Nathan "Nate" Klein
It was a bit... Conflicting. Nathan wanted to give his usual amazing service. Which was usually being charming and offer a bit of playful flirting for the chance of bigger tips and well, who knows, maybe the start of something? Though, it rarely was. And keeping an eye on the blond that had grabbed his attention. The young man did his best, however, to achieve both things. Keeping his sky blue eyes on the man he suspected to be Andre. That was him, right? For what he could see and interpreted with the help of his own imagination, Nathan was between two possible scenarios. The first being that Andre had gay friends and was playing wingman for this one. The second one was that perhaps Andre was a two timing b*****d. Sure, Regina could be horrible but still! His sister was obviously really into the blond and he could at least break things off with her first! And as the clock ticked by, it was obvious that the blond wasn't here to play wingman. He was arranging some clean glasses, conveniently at a perfect angle to watch the pair. When the blond stood up and approached the bar, the young man's body became tense and Nathan stood tall. Now that he had the man in front of him, there was no doubt in his mind that this blond was in fact his sister's boyfriend. His mind already racing with all the things he wanted to tell Ande but instead, found himself asking " Straight? " Referring to the martinis. But wanted to see what the other would respond once he saw Nathan. Wondering if he would recognise him. ChewingGumBomb Hahaha I think, in a way it was quite fitting ~ |
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 8:49 pm
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Andre sighed deeply and decided to ignore the text until he was in a position to give Regina a call, she would have to wallow in her paranoia just a little longer. It usually took him some time to talk her down from such an emotional state, all things considered he simply wouldn’t be able to do that in here– the background music wouldn’t back his story of being stuck in the office. The bartender’s voice called for his attention “yeah, straight” he replied as he tucked his phone into his shirt pocket and looked up.
The blood in his veins froze, his heart doubled its rhythm, his jaw clenched.
Andre held his breach for a moment as he caught sight of Regina’s little brother currently taking his drink order. He finally exhaled and felt the need to control a sense of panic building up inside him. This was it, it was the end. There was no doubt Nathan would let Regina know exactly where he had been and with who the minute he got the chance. There was no way in hell she would ever forgive him for using her as a cover for his sexual preference– an excuse not to face his fears. The blonde’s mind thought about all the possible courses of action: he could try to talk him down, he could make a run for the door, or he could pretend nothing had happened and try to get out of this place without furthering the situation. He could almost feel his brain overheating form the pressure to come up with a strategy on the spot.
He reached into his pocket to pull out his wallet and took out enough money to pay for both drinks and leave a handsome tip and set it on the counter. Andre’s eyes meet his bartender’s, holding his attention, “how long have you been working here, Nate?”
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 9:05 pm
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Nathan "Nate" Klein
Aw. He had hoped for a bigger reaction, but the way the blond's eyes widen ever so slightly as he realised who Nathan was and the slight decrease of color in the other man's skin was enough to satisfy him. " That was a lovely expression, Andre... Mmn.. " His hand reached for the money that was offered, quickly glancing at the bills. The younger man's lips curling into a small grin. Damn right he was getting a nice tip! " Ah. What a generous tip.. How kind. " His every single word was laced with playfully cold tone. Nathan arched a brow at the question. Hmm. Was Andre worried he had spotted him before? Just for how long has the blond being doing this then? " Sometime, but this is the first time I have seen you here... " Nathan paused for a moment, leaning in closer to the blond, pressing his weight slightly against the bar. " So... I'm guessing you come here often then? Or.. Are you just starting to try out the bar? " Nathan's voice was a low coo. " I should probably call my sister... Let her know, you got off of work early today... She is always complaining that she doesn't get to see you enough.. " A smile spread across his face, blue eyes narrowing some as he smiled. A wonderful idea had manifested itself. A perfect way to get ride of two problems. " Or.. You can do something for me instead. " |
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 9:32 pm
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The blonde quickly realized this wasn’t going to be an easily predictable situation and, quite frankly, it scared him. His lips arched up on one side at the mention of his tip, realizing perhaps this could become a negotiation of sorts without further ado. However, his expression fell once Nathan retorted, almost instantly spotting the intentions behind his question. He worried the bartender knew more about him than he let on so he’d have to be careful not to misstep. “This is my first time here, actually” he replied, without having to lie. This wasn’t his first time at a gay bar, but it was certainly his first time at this gay bar.
Andre’s eyes narrowed into a glare with the threat that was now being presented to him– the dark-haired man didn’t spare a second in cornering him. He chose to remain silent, there was nothing he hated more than a threat and he wasn’t about to entertain one from his girlfriend’s little brother. He dug in his memory for a counterargument, something that might successfully reel him out and even the playing field.
Epiphany struck him. How could he forget? All the jarring homophobic talk that sprung up from time to time over dinner conversations with Regina’s parents inclined him to think they wouldn’t be too fond to know where Nathan was currently serving. He ached to bring it up, but he decided to tuck that away for the time being. Andre held Nate’s azure stare daringly, “Regina’s not feeling too well at the moment, perhaps it’s best if you leave her alone.” He took one of the martinis and brought it to his lip, taking a sip “what could you possibly want from me?”
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 10:02 pm
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Nathan "Nate" Klein
That daring stare didn't face him at all. Or that is what he wanted to believe when in reality it did make frown lightly. It was a little annoying that Andre was playing all of this so calmly. It lasted for a second, as the younger man quickly reassured himself that his idea was quite foolproof. " Aren't you a kind boyfriend?" The roll of his eyes came involuntary, his arms moving to fold across his chest. " It is rather simple... I want you to brake up with Regina. ." The black haired male said quite simply and bluntly. " Do it harshly or gently, I honestly don't care. I'm sure she can take it... And it will be more kind than leading her on like you have done so far. " His folded arms went to rest on the bar, moving them so the elbows were propped against it and Nate could rest his chin on the top of his hands. " Regina may be horrible, but... I don't dislike her enough to let her waste time on a cheater. " While he indeed thought it was better for Regina to be free of this relationship, Nathan also wanted to see her crying her pretty eyes out for Andre. Perhaps it will make her rethink her personality and do some needed changes. " I don't care if you find another dumb girl to fool, but I would rather her not be my relative. " He paused for a moment, studying the expression on the blond's face before continuing. " The second thing I want from you, is to also keep Regina and my family in the dark about my job..." His smile returned. " Easy, right? " |
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2017 10:44 pm
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Andre convinced himself that he could’ve seen that coming. He thought about the proposal thinking he didn’t have much time before his date realized how long it was taking him to procure the drinks. The blonde looked down at the counter, a winning smile taking place on his face as his suspicions were confirmed: the awkwardness of the moment was mutual. He nodded to himself, looking the part of someone who understood the terms. As much as he agreed that the moral thing to do was to let go of Regina and cut things off with her, he couldn’t let years of pretending go to waste just like that.
What the bartender wasn’t aware of was the amount of physical and emotional energy Andre had invested in playing the part of the good boyfriend. Sure, he had been slipping lately, but it was only because a recent invitation to her friend from work’s wedding had brought tension between them– she wanted a ring and he wasn’t ready to take the farce that far. Not yet, at least. Breaking up with her would mean having to start over, having to spark another heterosexual relationship to fool his father into thinking he was the son he was so proud of. “Easy?” he chuckled “not so fast, Nate” he noted, letting the man’s name hang on his tongue for emphasis. No deal.
The blonde leaned into the counter, his face softening into nonchalance “what time do you get out?” He asked, glancing at his watch and hoping Nathan’s shift would be over soon given he had to be at work early tomorrow.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 2:48 pm
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Nathan "Nate" Klein
Nathan's brows furrowed at the chuckle. Huh. While it wasn't really what the younger man was expecting, there was something off about the way Andre said his name gave him an uneasy feeling. A sudden weight appeared on his chest and his heartbeat speeded up. Why? It sounded so easy to him... The best way to help and hurt Regina while also letting the blond have his secret. Nathan jaw's tighten. He was trying to remain calm, but not knowing what Andre was planning was causing him a lot of worry. While Andre leaned into the counter, the bartender straighten his back with a small surprised gasp. This time, Nathan did glare at the other. He wasn't exactly enjoying how nonchalant the other looked at the moment, adding annoyance to his already existing worry. " My shift ends at midnight. " His tone of voice trying to come off as harsh though a tad of his worry still showed. " ...But I can take a half hour break in and hour, If you can't wait. " With that, the bartender moved away to busy himself with other costumers that were sitting at the end of the bar. Time seemed to move so slowly. Which, only made him more anxious. Normally, Nathan liked to prepare himself mentally to multiple possible scenarios when having a confrontation. But between work and throwing harsh glances in direction of Andre and his date. To any outsider, Nathan may just come off as perhaps jealous. If only he had his cellphone with him, Nate could take a photo of Andre.. But the bartender's boss made him leave it at the staff's room, so they won't be tempted to use it during work. |
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 3:26 pm
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Andre tapped the counter twice with his index finger as he watched Nathan return to his shift. All the exhaustion from today fell of his shoulders with the burst of emotion he had just experiences, adding a pep in his walk as he brought back the drink to this booth. Tarzan commented on the delay, but he blamed it on some innocent misunderstanding with the bartender about the preparation of their drinks. The blonde sipped on his martini, granting the bartender what done a good job at making it. Time ticked by and his interest in the man sitting in front of him subsided by the minute– the more he dwelled on the tense interaction, the less he thought about getting laid by the brute.
Their drinks neared the bottom of the glassware. Andre peeked at his watch, noticing there were only twenty minutes left to the break promised by Nathan. He yawned and excused his feigned tiredness, citing an early meeting tomorrow and hinting he should head home soon. On his own. His date assured him he understood, and suggested they should talk later in the week. The blonde nodded but kept truth about his disinterest to himself, thinking he should lay off cheating on his girlfriend for the time being. They both exited the bar, standing off to the side of the entrance to bid their goodbyes and in a matter of seconds his date was swept away by a cab.
The blonde stayed behind, lighting a cigarette and sticking his idle hand into his pocket while he waited patiently for the bartender’s shift break. He took a few steps down the block away from the bouncer in the name of privacy and smoked silently watching the cars drive by.
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 3:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 17, 2017 4:05 pm
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Andre’s thoughts were interrupted by Nathan’s voice as he was approached. He turned to face the other, pushing a stray strand of hair out of his face to get a clear view of the man confronting him at present time. Now that they were out of the bar and on the street he could get a better view of who he was dealing with– fine features, piercing eyes, slender figure. Hell, if he wasn’t so preoccupied with loathing the other for putting his entire scheme on thin ice he might have have considered jumping his boned.
The blonde laughed at the mention of his date, had the really come to think he’d run away from the situation? No, Andre liked to suffocate problems before they had a change to evolve, it was part of the reason he was good at handling his team back at the agency. “He wasn’t my type” he clarified with some humor. “I think that’s exactly where we don’t see eye to eye, I just don’t think what you’re asking of me is the best solution.” He took a step towards the dark-haired man “I’m sure you’ve learned by know every relationship comes with caveats, but all in all Regina and I have a good thing going. She wants someone who will put a ring on her finger, provide for her, and treat her with respect… don’t you think it’s a bit cruel for you to take that away from her?” He spoke calmly and studied the other's face for his reaction.
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