lets drink to feelings of temptation OPEN

[JACOB RYMORE]

Fully dressed for a good night out in his dark blue skinny jeans and crisp black shirt Jacob entered one of the most admired night clubs in town, ‘The Astoria’, with the task of meeting someone interesting. The night club scene hadn’t seen the nineteen year old in quite a while, for no reason in particular the young lad had decided to become a hermit crab. His drama finals had limited his time out on the town. Now was the night to socialise.

It was unlike Jake to turn up to the venue alone, but he hadn’t really felt like familiar company and he was already certain he’d be able to find someone new to occupy his attention. He seated himself in one of the high propped bar stools and ordered a bottle of ‘Stella’, winking at the made up barmaid behind the counter. He handed her the money and swivelled around in the chair, contemplating whether or not he really was in the mood to be here or not. He had no choice now as he spotted a girl he recognised from a few weeks ago heading over to him, well, at least he thought it was the same girl.

She smiled a smile of blinding white teeth and pushed her blonde hair behind her ears before sitting next to him on one of the empty bar stools, “Hey stranger” She purred, linking one arm around his and slipping her other hand beneath the top of his shirt. This was a tad forward, wasn’t it? Not that that had never bothered Jacob before. Maybe they’d met before. Oh shit, Jake thought as he smiled pathetically, trying desperately to remember her name as she continued smiling at him before pecking him quickly on the lips. It didn’t come. Jake just repaid the smile, smirking slightly, placing his hand on her exposed thigh. The blonde didn’t seem too impressed, “You don’t remember me, do you?” She protested, removing her hand and snapping back.

“Of course I do…” Jake insisted, the name still floating around in his mind somewhere or another. Next he felt a short pain in his arm, then having realised she’d just hit him he frowned himself, “What was that for?” rubbing his arm and glaring at the now irritated pretty girl to the right of him.
“You’re such a fucking wanker” she huffed; Jake looked offended, although he’d heard that many times before, and just shrugged. “It’s Nicola!” the huffing continued, and she jumped up from the chair, looking pissed off, “You know, last weekend, Nikki, Nicola?” she continued. Jake just frowned at her, what did she expect, was he supposed to remember her name, he was drunk most likely.

“Nico what?” Jake piped up, suddenly looking defensive, but something stirred in his eyes which made him look suddenly angry. The blonde blinked. “Nicola” she repeated, folding her arms and walking off in the opposite direction leaving Jake alone at the bar again.

The beer bottle to his side was empty in no time, and a few others didn’t go a miss after that. It occurred to him just at the minute that he didn’t have his watch on and he glanced anxiously at his naked wrist. The small tattoo inked in cursive writing entirely visible for anyone who saw curious to take a peek. Running a hand though his hair he frowned again, then ordered Jack Daniel’s and Coke, unaware that someone was now occupying the seat next to him.

Jake didn’t even look up to see who it was, he just nodded to himself, “Fucking perfect” he muttered harshly, the words coming out before he even realised. Stirring the small class of brown liquid, watching the ice swirl and clank around in the pool he lifted his head and glanced at the person he'd just ever so rudely greeted.

ooc: i cheated and used the beginning of a story for a post. that's why it's so long. but. yeah. thought i'd post it up because i wanted to roleplay (;

[HART KENNEDY]

“Everybody is someone else's secret, I'll do my best to hide it!” Hart sang loudly as he danced about his room, getting ready for a night out. He hummed along to the song as he did his makeup, unable to concentrate whilst singing at the same time. Finishing his makeup, he bounced over to his hair straighteners and set to work making his hair perfect. Jumping up and putting the straighteners down, he ran to the wardrobe and threw off his bath robe, grabbing underwear and shorts.
“The ground is coming fast before us now! We'll hold our breaths until we figure out a story we can- oh fuck!” Hart smelt a burning smell, and realised he’d left the straighteners on and they were currently burning a hole in his pink heart-shaped rug. Grabbing the straighteners, he was relieved to see he had avoided starting a fire, but the rug now had a lovely black hole in it. Tuting to himself, he put the hair-styling device on his desk – making sure to turn it off first – and returned to getting dressed.

He was still wearing just his underwear and singing at the top of his lungs when his mother poked her head in the door.
“Mum! Ever heard of knocking?!” Hart protested, grabbing the nearest item of clothing and covering his bare chest with it (he had issues with people seeing his nipples, go figure).
“Hart Oliver Kennedy, don’t you be a smart ass,” his mother teased, bustling into the room. She made straight for his wardrobe, carrying an armful of freshly washed clothing. Hart panicked – if she saw that he had a bunch of skirts in there, she’d flip out completely. Rushing forward, he grabbed the clothes from her arms that belonged to him and chucked them into the wardrobe.
“Not now mum I’m trying to get ready,” he complained, fussing over his hair which had got out of place. Sabrina Kennedy raised an eyebrow.
“Oh? Where are you in such a hurry to get to?” she asked sternly.
“Party,” Hart muttered, sifting through his wardrobe. Sabrina laughed and rolled her eyes, before leaving her extremely hyper son on his own. She was glad that he was making new friends already, but she didn’t really like how much he went out at night...

After finally choosing an outfit to wear, Hart left the house that he’d been living in for only a few months, and made his way into town. Walking was the easiest way to get there, but he didn’t think he’d be sober enough to walk home, so he had enough money in his pocket to get a taxi – preferably in the morning, after spending the night with a gorgeous young man. Entering the local nightclub Hart immediately set about searching for said gorgeous young man with whom to spend the night. As he approached the bar, Hart spotted a tall, slender, gorgeous, foreign looking boy. Grinning as Hart ticked off all the boxes in his mind, he made his way towards the empty stool next to him.

“What’ll it be hun?” asked the skimpily dressed barmaid. Hart smiled politely, glancing at what the man next to him was drinking before quickly replying;
“Bacardi Mojito.” After receiving his drink, Hart crossed his legs and daintily sipped at the drink. Glancing again at the man, he smirked quietly. Opening his mouth to speak, he was shocked back into silence when the man swore at him.

“Fucking perfect.”

Hart’s face contorted into purse lipped fury. What was this guy playing at?!
“Excuse me?” Hart gasped incredulously, his voice laced with venom. No one got away with talking to Hart like that – no one. Glaring, Hart fought with himself over whether or not this guy was worth it. Was he even swearing at him? Maybe he had one of those blue tooth phone devices in his ear... Sipping his drink again, Hart sighed in his usual drama queen way, and scowled when the man turned to look at him.
“Wanker,” Hart announced, putting his drink down, “I hope you weren’t talking to me. If you were... well,” shaking his head, Hart let a cheeky – slightly malicious – smirk flicker across his face.
“I’m Hart,” he greeted the man, holding out a slender hand to shake.
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[JACOB RYMORE]

Jake hadn’t expected the person beside him to actually respond to his outburst. It wasn’t supposed to spill out, he just couldn’t control his mouth. Maybe he wasn’t in the mood for company tonight. Otherwise surely he wouldn’t be acting so grouchy and antisocial. Pulling a false smile onto his features he turned to face the voice, which happened to sound quite a fair bit younger than Jake himself. Swirling the drink with one hand, causing the ice to clink against the sides of the he opened his mouth to answer, but ended up laughing instead.

“Don’t sound that offended hun, it’s nothing personal” He said, the grin returning to his face, seeming to forget what he was currently thinking about before the younger boy had sat beside him. The reason for his ‘fucking perfect’ remark vanishing completely, he had no idea why he’d said it in the first place. Jacob didn’t exactly feel like communicating much right now, but he might as well get over it. He’d come out for the evening. He wasn’t going home early and he wasn’t going to sit alone like a hermit crab.

The boy beside him, well Jake was almost certain he was a boy, the hair confused him a little bit, and those large brown eyes, spoke again. Jake blinked, taking a mouthful of his drink and setting his glass back on the bar counter in front of them. Wanker. What was with that word? It seemed to be attracted to him or something. Already it had been used as an insult towards him twice in one evening, not even perfectly spaced out either. Sighing slightly Jake frowned again, what’d he done now? “So it would seem” He shrugged, shuffling in his seat to face the younger boy properly, “You’re the second person tonight to call me that, s’not exactly a fair judgement is it?” He asked, grinning again, grabbing his drink from the ledge, “You haven’t got to know me yet”.

He twisted his arm awkwardly wishing he’d worn his watch, before looking up at the boy, Hart. Now was Hart a boys name? It didn’t help matters really, because now Jake found himself thinking it could also be a girl’s name. “Unusual name” He said, smirking without realising it and tossing his head slightly, purposefully shaking the hair out of his face, “I’m Jake” He added, “preferably, not, a wanker” he moved his arm to shake Hart’s much paler hand.

“So, what’s a youngen like you doing out and about alone?” He questioned, he was guessing the age, but Hart did look rather young, well below drinking age at least, “Not past your bed time?” He joked, although it didn’t sound like he was trying to be funny, it was a pathetic attempt. Jake couldn’t help but find the younger boy rather adorable, if you could put it that way, it was the eyes, he blinked stupidly and turned his own brown eyes back to his half empty drink, "How old are you anyway?" he asked, feeling that little bit curious, just because.


ooc: the audition! (:

[HART KENNEDY]

Hart rolled his eyes when the man next to him laughed, called him hun and implied that it was nothing personal.
“Baby, just forget it yeah?” Hart smirked, sipping at his Mojito like a seasoned nightclub veteran with a lot of money (which he really wasn’t). Hart was finding it hard to avoid glancing constantly at the other guy, but he really was gorgeous. And he clearly was interested – or at least no homophobic – because well... straight homophobes didn’t call you hun. Blinking his puppy-dog eyes, Hart broke into a manic grin at the man’s comment about being called a wanker a lot.
“Well, you know, it’s scientifically proven that masturbation improves health and can even prolong life. It’s nothing to be ashamed of,” he chimed, looking pleased with himself for god knows what reason.

Raising an eyebrow and smirking in the cutest way possible, Hart leaned slightly closer to the olive-skinned boy. If he were to guess, Hart would say he was Italian, or maybe Greek. It was hard to tell the difference and – disappointingly – he didn’t have the sensual Mediterranean accent that Hart loved so much.
“You saying I’m actually going to bother getting to know you, sweetheart?” Hart drawled cheekily, before leaning back again and picking up his drink, peering over the glass at the man in his most seductive manner. Coughing when Jake implied his name was unusual, Hart couldn’t help himself from making another smart comment.
“I know what you’re thinking – it sounds like a girl’s name. Hart is actually a synonym for a male deer, or stag. So there,” smirking proudly, Hart tucked his hair behind his ear and winked.

Shaking the man’s hand – the man, who turned out to be called Jake – Hart noticed how long and slender his fingers were. Hm, promising.
“Nice to meet you Jake,” Hart smiled pleasantly. He looked almost genuinely offended, and slightly pissed off, when Jake called him a ‘youngen’. If the barmaid overheard, he might get kicked out or even worse, arrested and his parents would be notified. That would be seriously bad.
“No, it is not past my bedtime,” Hart muttered, slightly moody, “I haven’t had one since I was twelve.” He almost laughed out loud when Jake asked about his age. This was moving more in the direction he wanted it to go.
“I’m as old as you want me to be,” Hart purred, finishing off his drink and then putting his hand on Jake’s thigh. He leaned closer, still smiling.
“You’re not exactly a grandpa, are you darling?” he continued, blinking up at the much taller boy from under his thick, long eyelashes.

[JACOB RYMORE]

Jake stopped himself from laughing again, little youngen seemed to be a confidant one. He grinned instead, fidgeting in the uncomfortable stool. They could have at least shoved a cushion or two on the chairs, would have made them much more comfortable to sit on. He waved his hand as Hart spoke again, as if to say he’d forgotten it already and took another mouthful of his JD and Coke. Still grinning he raised an eyebrow at the next comment, “The wonders of science, eh?” He replied simply, smiling immaturely at the smart comment. This kid was interesting, well according to first impressions. Jake was interested already. He shook his head slightly, flicking the hair out of his face again, which was really starting to irritate him, and just as a general gesture. How was it possible to say these things when looking so young and innocent?

The two had seemed to move ever slightly closer to one another without perhaps realising, but Jacob didn’t see point in moving further away. The grin still in tact Jake chuckled, “I’m not saying anything, sweetheart” he couldn’t help the word ‘adorable’ from popping up inside his mind. But although adorable and cute, Hart had something about him that Jake didn’t feel like walking away from, however bad a mood he was in at the moment. He shrugged, “S’not my choice” a small smile flashed across his handsome face.

The witty comments just kept on coming, it made Jake grin even more, “A psychic and a health expert” He laughed, indicating the bar maid with his hand and a wink to get him another drink, “Oh, so you’re a stag” He grinned, taking another mouthful from his recently filled glass, “My mistake then cutie” Jake needed to stop drinking soon, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to drive himself home. Why did he even drive here? Jake frowned at himself before looking up across at the other boy again, nodding when Hart mentioned it was nice to meet him.

Jake smirked again, finding it hard to resist another age comment, “Fair enough” he shuffled again on his chair and cracked his knuckles, “Let’s just make sure you get home before curfew” the grin still unable to be removed from Jacobs face, “and what age do I want you to be?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow again and seemingly not even noticing Hart’s hand which was now on his thigh. He just smiled, holding back another laugh, unable to move his own eyes of the younger boy’s face, “That’d be a bit disturbing, don’t you think?” Jake didn’t even plan living to the age that considered him ‘grandpa’, “Another drink?” Jake offered, noticing Hart had almost practically finished his first drink, reaching out to push a fallen piece of hair from Harts face, “If you don’t tell your parents” He added with a chuckle, "Wouldn't want to get in trouble now, would I?" he joked.

[HART KENNEDY]

“It may not be your choice, but you better fucking well make it worth my while. I don't get to come out often, so I'm not gonna waste my time, believe me,” Hart sniped, smirking impishly. Hart knew he was really good looking – he couldn’t deny that. Girls loved him, boys loved him (but sometimes changed their mind when they found out he was actually a dude too) and so he could afford to be a bit selective about whom he spent his time with. There was a fine line between being a whore and being a scene superstar, and Hart was eager to play more to the second mentioned title than the first. Not that he hadn’t been called a whore plenty of times enough.

Hart knew he had Jake wrapped around his little finger when his grin grew wider and wider at the smart comments he was making. Hart really knew how to play this game, but sometimes it didn’t work. If it didn’t, Hart knew he didn’t want to spend time with the guy. But this Jake bloke... he seemed like he had a few brain cells in addition to his devilish good looks. That was a definite bonus, and the kind of thing that Hart really liked. It was more fun when you got to make smart remarks. Blindly fucking with some meat head bimbo was no fun at all.

He didn’t stop himself from laughing when Jake tried to sound surprised that Hart was a ‘stag’.
“Babe, you can check if you need proof, but I’m fuckin telling ya, I’m not a girl!” he giggled, sipping at the very diluted dregs of his Bacardi Mojito – the crushed ice was melting now and making it mostly water. Rubbing his thumb gently on Jake’s thigh, he glared at the comment about a curfew.
“Sweets, you’re really going the right way about making me getting up and finding someone else to waste my time on so I’d shut up about my bedtime alright? Unless you’re trying desperately not to get laid tonight, which I fucking doubt because I know your type sweetheart – you’re not gonna let a catch like me go so easily, are you?” Hart spoke low and fast, his voice surprisingly sultry for being apparently quite irritated. The last couple of words were more of a vicious threat than a question.

Relaxing when Jake offered him a drink, he leaned back slightly and smiled dazzlingly.
“I don’t let strangers buy drinks for me. But if you promise we can get to know each other better afterwards, why not?” he said, his voice silky soft. He scoffed at the next comment.
“If my parents found out, my father would kick your ass so hard his foot would come out the other end,” he grinned maliciously, as if he would very much like to watch that happen – which he certainly wouldn’t, he was squeamish as hell. But regardless, he loved to make boys like Jake squirm with his razor sharp words. He was a little bit of a sadist like that – and that translated to his bedroom behaviour. It’s always a surprise to boys when Hart turns out to be a bit violent when the lights go out. Hart let a tiny frown flicker across his pretty face when he realised that he'd relaxed perhaps a little too much, and had become his rather bitchy, take-shit-from-no-one-but-dish-it-out-like-no-tomorrow night club alter-ego. Running his hand through his hair, he sighed and gave Jake his best adorable face. He didn't want to scare the poor bloke away.

[JACOB RYMORE]

Jake didn’t know whether to be shocked at the younger boy’s behaviour, or just laugh. It was rather amusing, entertaining in fact but then, Jake still couldn’t bring himself to walk away, and he wasn’t complaining about the what was being said either. He’d very much like to stay exactly where he was, or perhaps elsewhere, but that’s not the point. He put on a look of surprise, as Hart spoke, this time keeping his age comments to himself, seeing as apparently they pissed the other boy off, “Oh, then I’m privileged I’m the chosen person you sought out to not waste your precious time, sugar” He laughed, still finding it quite cute that the innocent looking face was actually surprisingly a saucy young man. Deep down Jacob really didn’t want Hart to walk away, but with his half drunken state already he couldn’t think of any sensible comebacks that’d get him on top of the conversation.

He shook his head again, perhaps slightly dismissively but still sat there with a grin on his face, “But then, here’s hoping Mr talk-big is all he’s cracked up to be in or out of the bedroom” He grinned, shuffling slightly closer and swallowing another mouthful of liquor, feeling it burn his throat a little.
He’d never seen this kid around town. A newbie? Perhaps, Jake wasn’t sure. “So, how long’ve you been in town?” He asked out of the blue, going with the guess that Hart wasn’t from around here. He was pretty certain he would have noticed Hart around before now if he wasn’t new in town.Although it wasn't as obvious as when his family had arrived, people could tell they weren't exactly born and raised in Cornwall.

The cute little catch wasn’t particularly Jake’s type, not that Jake really did have a type, but Jacob would have instantly been interested. “Mhm” not knowing what to reply to that with, so just making a coherent sound was enough according to Jake, at least indicating he was still listening and hadn’t lost interest. He laughed again, “My type?” the question intriguing him, and he shrugged, “Well, I don’t know” He smiled, not even sure if he was making sense, his eyes still attached to Hart’s large brown ones, “Would your type give up so easily on a catch like me?” he continued, the stuff he was saying making perfect sense in his mind, although, whether or not the alcohol had invaded his system, he didn’t know, placing his own hand over Hart’s, on his thigh.

“I wasn’t aware we were complete strangers, stranger” Jake replied, tapping the bar counter with his fingers, “I know your name, you know mine, we’re practically best friends, sunshine” He grinned, indicating to the bar maid again and ordering Hart another drink anyway, smirking to himself at the ‘get to know each other better’ comment.
Still grinning, he leaned forward himself, “I’m not sure that’s a risk I’d be prepared to take” He muttered, pushing Hart’s hair away from his face again, “You see, I do quite like my ass as it is” and that was true, Jake pretty much loved his entire appearance. And he'd already had a pretty bad experience with other peoples parents. Jake didn't preferable want to re live those memories. “But-” He shrugged, a new sort of grin suddenly appearing on his face, moving his hand to Hart's own leg, his thoughts going dizzy already, completely forgetting the next part of his sentence.