Sunday Morning Shivers
Dec. 8th, 2002 11:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skydarkBaby it's cold outside! I'm an old school smoker with home saving morals so I smoke outside on my enclosed patio and never in my house. I know it's winter when I go out to smoke, don't bother to sit on the patio furniture and hop from foot to foot as I puff away in my pajamas and winter coat.
I must be insane.
Aeris finally dragged Kamree out of the bar after a few barbed comments exchanged between he and Arnie concerning certain aspects of their respective parentage. Kamree still clutched his little pile of sample invitations, to afraid to make the choice on his own.
Aeris waved down a hovertaxi and pushed Kamree in, then hopped in himself and leaned forward over the driver's seat.
"Hi there" he smiled, "We'd really like to go to the Royal Heights, did you know that years ago it was the Avenue Building but when my father, the KING of the Steep" and he looked back at Kamree before turning back to the cabby, "Bought it he had the named changed to Royal Heights. Isn't that a hoot? It's because the penthouse is a royal diplomatic residence and considered Steep territory." Aeris glanced at the cabby's expression in the rearview mirror. He folded his arms over the seatback and rested his chin on them.
The cabby shrugged. "Whatever, the meter's ticking your highness" and he pulled out into the hovlane above the regular street traffic.
Kamree sighed. "Yes yes alright, I'm name dropping, but he is a King" Kamree whined, "And I should be allowed to name drop. Not everyone knows a King."
Aeris sighed and sat back, rubbing shoulders with his dark paramour. "Yes baby alright, you name drop but try not to scream it across the dance floor at Pucci's tonight" he grinned. Kamree gave a grimace.
"I don't want to go to Pucci's, can't we go somewhere nice? The entire populace of Crystal City's weirdos hang out at Pucci's and you end up ignoring me because I don't want to bump and grind with the unwashed masses on what they laughingly call a dance floor. And those old sofas are always soaked in beer!" Kamree folded his arms, looking petulantly at the invitation samples on his lap. "Besides" he wheedled, dropping into a lower tone, "We do have a lot of planning to do and I thought we could spend the evening in for a change" and the tone warmed a bit and he let his blue eyes drop to half mast.
"Oh no, not tonight, you've been saying we'll go for weeks and I'm going tonight, with or without you" Aeris emphasized, "And I'd rather it be with you because we looks so good together. I'll wear those pants you like and you can do a slinky number in black and be almost invisible." Aeris leaned his head on Kamree's shoulder.
Kamree knew of course if he put on the pout and told Aeris to go by himself, well, he would. The pout only went so far. And yes he had told Aeris he'd accompany him to this hellsdamned hole in the wall with loud music, cheap beer and cheaper company but it was all so…beneath him. But he decided to try it once again, maybe the guilt factor would win out this time.
"I've got a headache and that dreadful Arnie, I'm not going to go" and he looked at Aeris for sympathy and the hope that the pout was working overtime today.
"That's too bad baby" Aeris crooned, "But Ty can look after you tonight."
Typhoon. The bane of Kamree's existence. Aeris' supposed royal bodyguard.
6'2 from eattips to floor and orange. Tawny orange stripes all the way down her back. And she was big. She was one of the Steep Warrior class and cousin of Aeris, like all the warrior class. Kamree sighed. He didn't want to be babysitted by Ty, who wouldn't babysit him at all. He tried another tact.
"What if, instead of Pucci's..hear me out hear me out, we went to Sisters and Brothers in midtown, they play the same music and have the same beer…" Kamree turned his head and noses Aeris' ear, "And it's across the street from that darling late night bistro…"
"No, Pucci's, a promise is a promise" Aeris straightened up and folded his own arms.
"Fine" Kamree said.
"Fine" Aeris said.
They rode the rest of the way home in stiff necked disagreement.
I must be insane.
Aeris finally dragged Kamree out of the bar after a few barbed comments exchanged between he and Arnie concerning certain aspects of their respective parentage. Kamree still clutched his little pile of sample invitations, to afraid to make the choice on his own.
Aeris waved down a hovertaxi and pushed Kamree in, then hopped in himself and leaned forward over the driver's seat.
"Hi there" he smiled, "We'd really like to go to the Royal Heights, did you know that years ago it was the Avenue Building but when my father, the KING of the Steep" and he looked back at Kamree before turning back to the cabby, "Bought it he had the named changed to Royal Heights. Isn't that a hoot? It's because the penthouse is a royal diplomatic residence and considered Steep territory." Aeris glanced at the cabby's expression in the rearview mirror. He folded his arms over the seatback and rested his chin on them.
The cabby shrugged. "Whatever, the meter's ticking your highness" and he pulled out into the hovlane above the regular street traffic.
Kamree sighed. "Yes yes alright, I'm name dropping, but he is a King" Kamree whined, "And I should be allowed to name drop. Not everyone knows a King."
Aeris sighed and sat back, rubbing shoulders with his dark paramour. "Yes baby alright, you name drop but try not to scream it across the dance floor at Pucci's tonight" he grinned. Kamree gave a grimace.
"I don't want to go to Pucci's, can't we go somewhere nice? The entire populace of Crystal City's weirdos hang out at Pucci's and you end up ignoring me because I don't want to bump and grind with the unwashed masses on what they laughingly call a dance floor. And those old sofas are always soaked in beer!" Kamree folded his arms, looking petulantly at the invitation samples on his lap. "Besides" he wheedled, dropping into a lower tone, "We do have a lot of planning to do and I thought we could spend the evening in for a change" and the tone warmed a bit and he let his blue eyes drop to half mast.
"Oh no, not tonight, you've been saying we'll go for weeks and I'm going tonight, with or without you" Aeris emphasized, "And I'd rather it be with you because we looks so good together. I'll wear those pants you like and you can do a slinky number in black and be almost invisible." Aeris leaned his head on Kamree's shoulder.
Kamree knew of course if he put on the pout and told Aeris to go by himself, well, he would. The pout only went so far. And yes he had told Aeris he'd accompany him to this hellsdamned hole in the wall with loud music, cheap beer and cheaper company but it was all so…beneath him. But he decided to try it once again, maybe the guilt factor would win out this time.
"I've got a headache and that dreadful Arnie, I'm not going to go" and he looked at Aeris for sympathy and the hope that the pout was working overtime today.
"That's too bad baby" Aeris crooned, "But Ty can look after you tonight."
Typhoon. The bane of Kamree's existence. Aeris' supposed royal bodyguard.
6'2 from eattips to floor and orange. Tawny orange stripes all the way down her back. And she was big. She was one of the Steep Warrior class and cousin of Aeris, like all the warrior class. Kamree sighed. He didn't want to be babysitted by Ty, who wouldn't babysit him at all. He tried another tact.
"What if, instead of Pucci's..hear me out hear me out, we went to Sisters and Brothers in midtown, they play the same music and have the same beer…" Kamree turned his head and noses Aeris' ear, "And it's across the street from that darling late night bistro…"
"No, Pucci's, a promise is a promise" Aeris straightened up and folded his own arms.
"Fine" Kamree said.
"Fine" Aeris said.
They rode the rest of the way home in stiff necked disagreement.
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Now we're having fun!
Date: 2002-12-09 08:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-12-09 04:41 pm (UTC)okay, okay, here's a, *squee!* for good measure. because i can't help it.
*squee's* again.
*squee!*