Something You'll Regret (open now <3)

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Liv didn't like going out as much as he liked the accoutrements that accompanied going out.  In this case: his blue silk shirt (which, despite its provenance in his mother's closet, was not a blouse), jeans with some silver... something--anyway, it was fucking shiny.  And he was wearing boots.  The sunglasses he left, with some regrets.  One could not do shades at night.  It was tacky.  Even if he did have the fading remnants of a bruise left around one eye.  What from?  Oh, who knew.  Maybe Lesky had decided to take out some aggression on him via a new training sim.  Again.

He'd gotten him back, though.  In standard Liv form.  The Tartarus sim now featured a drag queen.  And enough said about that.  He'd downloaded it illegally, so it was only a matter of time before he got into even more trouble, but in the meantime, have fun fixing that bug, Macario.

At Synesthesia, he wandered around the corners of the room, and, as per usual in a new place, decided to fit his appearance to the surroundings.  He made his way to the bathroom and stood on foot in front of the mirror, then approached.

--nothing wrong with makeup, was there?  Thought not.  Well, just something around the eyes.  Something shiny on the lips.  It went with the outfit.  That done, he fluffed his hair, turned in front of the mirror, pulled two imaginary pistols out of his belt, and postured.  Righto.  

Coming out of the bathroom, back onto the strobing, throbbing main floor, Liv glimpsed a familiar face.

"Madam," he said, with great, affected courtesy, bowing to Sabela so deeply he felt his hair fall forward.  He straightened with a flourish.  "Are you drunk yet or should I come back later?"

It struck him a second later that he oughtn't to have said that.

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When in public, public being anywhere not her own room, Sabela always looked good. One never knew who you might need to impress or rub in how very much prettier you were than. And when she went to a club, where there might be cameras, Sabela looked amazing.

She was only dressed in the most technical sense of the word. She was squeezed into a tight black dress with enough structure in them to make even Sabela's b-cups at best chest eye catching. Two large zippers went up the front, letting her change out the middle panel of the dress if she wanted a different pattern. Today was a bright green with a black lace over it. Eye catching but not too gaudy.

Perfectly styled green hair, fabulous makeup and some thigh high black boots completed her perfect look. She had to be careful with moving so the dress didn't come up over her ass, but it was worth it. She looked amazing.

Only the effect seemed to be wasted as Liv was bowing to her. Liv. Really. She must be reaching a new low in her life if she looked this hot and she got him.

Her blond eye brown twitched at Liv's comment, "Hate to break it to you, but I'm not sure there is enough booze here to get me interested in you." Though, Sabela paused. He was looking pretty good. She hadn't really noticed before. And there were a few drinks in her system already, "Well, maybe if you are buying there might be enough for me to not reject you outright."

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Truth to tell, Liv wasn't sure if he wanted her again.  But heeyyy.  She was probably just fucking with him with all that sensitive so-and-such-and-so-on.  Some such.  The strobe lights made his thoughts blink in and out of focus.  

He did not, however, miss her appraising look.  Liv never missed the chance to interpret a glance as attraction.  And even if Sabbykins preferred the fairer sex, as was his working hypotheosis... well, Liv would take flattery for his effeminacy. He worked at it.  Fair enough, it came naturally; but then so did his wit.  The key to enjoying praise for what came naturally was to work at it enough that you'd convinced yourself it was your creation.

Carefully, he looped one arm around what would have been her waist if she hadn't been wearing four-inch heels.  As it was, he landed in a lower, more enjoyable area and had to navigate upward.  

"In that case, come along," he said, doing a fair approximation of aristocratic hauteur mixed with the basest sleaze.  "And this time, dear," he said, in the same tones, loudly, "it would help if I got a drink description more specific than 'lots.'"

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As Sabela was so far in the closet, she didn't want to admit it to herself, she wouldn't have been pleased to realize that she was finding Liv more attractive then normal was because he had that extra touch of femininity. As it was, she figured it was the couple of shots of rum and that amazing green thing the bartender had made her.

Liv would be pleased to find that while Sabela might not have the best chest, she managed to compensate for that fact with an amazing ass. And not much was covering. Sabela gave him a sharp look, frowning slightly before stepping down hard on Liv's foot, taking some pity on him and not doing it with the heel, "Watch the hands or you'll lose them."

His attempt to embarrass her just got a roll of her blue eyes, "Oh please Liv. You will have to do better then that if you want to fluster me." She laughed, "Besides, Liv darling, I am utterly unashamed of my drinking habits. I can drink more then men twice my size." She beamed up at him, teeth bright in the dark club, "So it will take a while before you can try groping my ass again."

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"Ouch."  Liv stood on one foot and carefully shook the sting out of his toes.  Well, fine then.  He'd forgotten she liked to do that.  

"Fine, then."  He slid his arm free of her waist and approached the bar, where he leaned one elbow on the counter and smiled at the bartender.  "Hey, there, chappie."  He did his best 'winsome'.  "I'll have a whiskey, no ice, and she'll have as much as it'll take to get her to sleep with me."  

The puzzled stares he attracted he grinned away.  "Just joking, everyone, just joking."  He put a hand on Sabela's upper back, conscientious, protective, then turned back to the bartender.

"But seriously.  I need the roofies for later."

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Sabela looked smug as the pain that crossed Liv's features. Serves him right. He hadn't been a bad lay before, but the look on his face when she had started crying had been priceless. Maybe she should let him get her nice and drunk, and when she woke up in his bed, cry again. And make sure she winced when she moved.

Approaching the bar, Sabela made sure to look just a touch nervous under her bright smile. Sabela had learned to be quite the actress, perfected during her candidate years. She shied away a little when Liv put his hand on her back, laughing to try and cover it up. But not too much, make sure Liv picked up on it, "Liv, there isn't enough booze her for me to repeat that mistake."

The next comment Liv made, Sabela made sure to have a look of discomfort and fear show for just a moment before giving another laugh, this one a bit more strained, "Yeah. That seems to be the way you like to pick girls up."

Turning her attention to the bartender, Sabela leaned forward, giving the room a great shot of her cleavage in the giant mirror behind the bar and of her ass as she bent over to rest her arms on the bar, "Can you make me another one of those green things?"

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Liv's face fell abruptly, and he turned away from the bartender's questioning look, whiskey in hand.  Muted frustration set heat gathering in his palms, and he cupped one over his glass.  With a faint pop, the alcohol caught fire, and burnt with a blue flame for several seconds, until he bent to blow it out.  Well, fuck.  

He shouldn't say it.  He ought to just put up, shut up, pay for her drink, and find another pliant lady.  But Gods help him, he just didn't know when to stop, do ya Livvy?

No he did not.

"Why," he said, turning to her.  In his hand, the whisky whooshed itself alight once more, a flare of blue-white and yellow.  He neglected to extinguish the flame.  "Is that how you like to pick up girls?"

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Sabela was smug for all of a few seconds as she got her vivid drink from the bartender. She turned to face Liv as he made that last biting comment. And all thoughts of some witty retort left Sabela's mind as she glared at him.

Then threw her drink, glass and all, right at the Pilots head. Then one of her expensive and stylish four-inch heels went right for Liv's knees. Most girls went for the groin shot. Sabela found that smashing someone's knee cap hurt much, much longer. A painful reminder not to piss her off.

"Go to hell. I should have know better then to try talking to you again! Not happy unless the girl is crying." With that, she turned and stomped off, not bothering to make sure she walked carefully in her mini dress.

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Fucking hell that hurt.  

The last think Liv saw before his vision went green and spotty was Sabela's face, twisted into an expression of really unattractive rage.  When things blinked back in, he found himself half-sprawled across a bar stool, his knee throbbing, green sticky stuff all over his face, hair, and shirt.  And he'd done such a fab job with his makeup, too.  He'd have to tell Sabela how ugly she looked when angry sometime.  Ought to go over well.  And it would make him feel better, which was--obviously--the point.  

Sniffing, he cast a glare at the bartender.  "What'chu lookin' at?"  

When the man held up one hand in protest (he desired noninvolvement, and Liv could not rightly blame him) and set to mixing a margarita, Liv let himself relax into a laugh, pushing sticky strands of hair off his face.  

"Don't worry about it, luv, I'm used to it.  Could I beg a bag of ice and a towel, maybe, for when I've--"  He nodded his head toward the restrooms.  "--washed up?"  

"Not a problem, sir."

And there, there it was, the charm had worked.  Still got it when green and slimy.  He slid his hand under the tips scanner and added a generous two credits.  

"Sorry for the ruckus, chap, you know how it is."

Wincing, sighing, he stood up, putting weight on his left leg with some hesitancy.  Ouch.  His knee felt hot and puffy, a water-balloon of pain.  But she hadn't broken anything, just bruised.  Nothing he wasn't abundantly used to.  Candidate training had some practical value, then.  Oh, Sabs.  She was such a predictable bitch.

He hobbled into the restroom, surveyed the spectacle of himself--gosh, his shirt had gotten drenched, unsalvageable really, ah well, had been a blouse anyway.  Besides, he loved an excuse to go about shirtless.  When you had the goods... most of them, anyway...  He stripped it off and used the dry back to scrub his face, wet down his hair, and, after bundling his shirt in the trash, stood in front of the air dryer until he felt right again.  A reapplication of makeup he judged as entirely unworth it.  He would get by on natural beauty.  He wrinkled his nose at himself in the mirror  and went back outside, still favoring one leg.

"Oy, got that ice pack, mate?"  He banged on the bar top and waved one hand at the bartender, who slid it over.  "Thanks."  Liv caught the towel-and-ice deftly in one hand, hiked himself up onto a barstool, and applied it to his knee.  "Ah, fucker."  That instant of cold.  He shut his eyes.

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Thin fingers clutched Frazier's arm sinking into his brown purple and red somewhat fur like coat. He haaated when people grabbed him, unless it was when and where he chose to be grabbed, and by who he chose. The very tall orange haired man looked down and back towards whoever or whatever was clutching his arm. His eyebrows raised up his forehead as he spotted a female holding onto his arm. She had someone dark skin, but that skin that drew the line between whether she was really tan or had an added lineage.

While his eyes combed over her she was saying something about how they had spent the night together. Frazier was paying a wee bit more attention now. He honestly hoped so, she was attractive in the junkie way he sometimes appreciated. Thin, lost, looking to him to save her, with that nothing of a shirt on just begging him to take advantage of what she was offering him, and he sort of wanted to. Too bad she had caught him at Syn on business. People he needed to take care of, perhaps in that base meaning of the word. He just might have to get his hands dirty.

"Not tonight." He pulled his sleeve up and out of her fingers. She opened her wide green eyes looking at him. He wanted to shove her away. When would women learn that shit doesn't work on Frazier? Those boo lips or whatever men called them, they meant nothing to the fairy. Then as he watched her, with just a tinge of surprise in his eyes she wrote down a phone number.

"Well, if you want to ever figure out something but cash for your Bacchanal. Call me." She tucked it into his coat pocket leaning close to him, then turned away. She walked away from him slowly swishing her hips back and forth. He had to admit it was very inviting, whatever she was offering would be a lot more interesting than what bullshit Tyler would be spewing to him later tonight. He made a mental note to call her later...whatever her name was.

Booted footsteps headed the rest of the way into Syneshesia. Not a place he would normally case for customers or lord forbid fun. This place was getting bigger and bigger though, and while that meant he could easily find more customers it wasn't like he was lacking in them at the moment. He thought back to the women in the street, no he should be fucking in them, what an ass Tyler was. getting in the way. Syn, wasn't a place he liked to cruise because it was so high traffic, but some days danger is exactly what he wanted...for him or someone else.

The job here tonight was to find one Tyler Altec, a cast off of Frazier's who was getting lippy business wise. He was trying to "muscle" in though Frazier preferred the term weasel for this asshole. He was badly reproducing Frazier's specialty and selling it for far less. This boy needed to be set straight, even though Frazier's wasn't very straight himself. The fairy's eyes were sweeping over the bar spotting a few people here.

A drink first, that's a very good place to start.

He walked over to the bar and leaned against it. He ordered a screwdriver, and waited somewhat patiently. Frazier looked out of the corner of his eye at the guy next to him. He looked kind of beat up. He wondered what he had missed in the bar or if it was before the man came to the bar. The guy had a sort of familiarity to him like Frazier had seen him on Television or something like that, one where you don't actually know the person, but sort of.

He renewed his look around the bar.

Damn this place is filthy with people that could know Altec.

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It would have been hard not to notice the tall, bright-haired faerie, and Liv was good at noticing people.  He leaned against the bar one elbow, shifting the ice pack on his knee to keep it from slipping, then gave up and slapped it onto the bar.

"Oy, Inness innit?"  He prodded the drug dealer on one shoulder, leaning in, friendly-like.  He needed something friendly tonight, Sabela had been a bit cold.  Perhaps not best taste to ask her for it again, but sometimes, well, joking was its own sort of thing, wasn't it?  Didn't see the point of her being like that anyway.  Besides, moving on, time slid by, slid across the bar... Liv reached down onto the other side of said and grabbed a bottle of whiskey.  

"Did you want any?"  He made a surprised face, as though the whole bottle had been intended for his own consumption, and poured a shot or two into his glass.  The bartender, who'd been serving the other side, turned back, annoyed.  Liv waved at him and keyed the whole bottle into the touch pad, then ran his wrist over the scanner.  "Never mind then.  Right!"  He turned back to Inness, smiling brilliantly.  He wondered if the fella remembered him.  He'd bought a few grams of weed back when, but nothing lately, and--ah well, he was so very memorable anyway, or would be soon.  He chanced a glance down.  He looked good without a shirt.  And then back up at the faerie.

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Glancing over his shoulder Frazier saw the shirtless guy next to him. How did Frazier miss that the guy was shirtless? Far too intent on business. There always needs to be a nice gentle mix of business and pleasure, and sometime maybe not so gentle. He looked the guy over again. He was attractive in a strange sort of way, something that reminded Frazier of himself but he couldn't put his finger on it. there was a thought that maybe this guy knew Altec, Frazier doubted it thought looking him over, this person gave off a vibe that they liked nice things, Altec sold shit replicas of what Frazier had, and nothing worked quite as well.

"It is," He gave a sort of smirk to the his companion. He watched with interest and amusement as he grabbed the bottle from the bartender while his back was turned. A person who took what they wanted, Frazier liked that. Perhaps a conversation would be worth it. Plus now there was a bottle of whiskey he was sure he could get some of. The man's eyes directed Frazier to look back at him shirtless. Plus that business and pleasure thing, always interesting.

"I know you somehow..." Frazier pointed at the man one of his eyes closed in a sort of wink. He was trying to dig out the man's face from his memory banks, but there were so many people in there. So many customers. He turned completely to the bar as the screwdriver arrived and he passed over credits. Then he noticed the ice pack as he took a drink, he set the glass back down keeping the tips of his fingers around the tops of the glass sort of spinning it slowly, his hand looking like a strange spider.

"What did you get beat up by sir?" He pointed at Liv with his other hand moving it to point towards his leg and the ice pack as he asked.

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"That," Liv said, muttering into the rim of his whiskey.  "That was a girl, that was."

His teeth clicked against glass and he inhaled the astringent fumes of the drink.  Then he sat back, grinning.  His embarrassment of a moment before was either false or gone up in momentary emotional smoke; in any case it had faded into his usual chipper mask.  "I got beaten up by a girl!"  He laughed.

"Well, in point of fact she only kicked me in the knee and fled.  And we're both, don't you know--"  He leaned toward the tall fellow and tapped his nose confidentially, drawing him in.  Frazier's approbative look hadn't escaped his notice.  Such things never did.  Liv loved to be admired.  In deed he did.  In word, anyway.  But there was such a small and peculiar difference between the two.

"PIlots, so.  Must as I do hate to admit it."  He tipped his head back and looked at Frazier from beneath lazy lids and lashes.  "No need to call me sir, by the way, I'm Liv, as in live and let Liv..."  His smile turned a little sultry, if self-consciously so.  "... do whatever he likes, because you'll enjoy it.  And you're Frazier, aren't you."

He was Liv, and he did flirt with everything, even very tall, vulpine things who were perhaps a tad handsomer than he was, if oddly dressed.  It was not the weather for fur.  Oh well and besides, it was always handy to talk to one of his sort.  They had a finger on the pulse of the city, and Liv knew he was uncommonly disarming.  He might even get a few little Pilot Points off the talk.  Or just a whiff.  It was all the same to him.  He shifted a little in his seat, easing the last of the sting out of his knee.

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The drug dealer couldn't help but chuckle at the poor guy. Sometimes those females were deadly indeed. They had the ability to get the one up on a fella while he was distracted by their...assets most likely. Frazier liked to keep a close eye on women and keep them at the disadvantage for just such a reason. Plus from the way the guy was nursing the knee she had probably been wearing some sort of shoe that was painful. He also bet they seemed endlessly sexy until she used it to pummel the guy's knee.

"You gotta watch out for those females. They know how to aim for the spots that ache. Also know how to keep a guy looking at something else when they do." He winked at his companion and took a large drink of his screwdriver. They did know how to make a decent drink here he had to admit. Frazier froze when his friend said that magic word in Aedolis.

Pilot.

Even Frazier tried not to play with those people. Luckily not being psychic he didn't have too much to worry about. Delilah passed over his mind for a moment. He heard they had picked up his little play thing through the grape vine. The poor girl she just couldn't seem to catch a break in life could she? You'd think things would go uphill after your sire drops you, not further down. He could just imagine her in those buildings in her raver clothes.

Liv ad let live. Frazier let a small chuckle out shaking his head. How cute.

"Quite good." He looked up at Liv when the Pilot said his name still trying to place him. He arched a brow looking quite dashing as curiosity crossed his features. "And I apologize but besides being a Pilot how does Liv know me?" He asked leaning in towards Liv.

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"You don't remember?"  Liv plastered on his best sad-puppy face and leaned toward Frazier, lip trembling.  Oh, he hoped the guy would wonder what he was talking about.  And now to paint between the lines.  Or embroider.  Embellish.  Damn, he hadn't drunk enough to warrant the mixed metaphors.  Excellent cocktail, that.  Utterly suited to Synesthesia.  The Mixed Metaphor.  He took a minute to invent it in his head: cherry syrup, tequila, lime, and a whole banana.  

"I can't believe you don't remember me," he went on, blinking rapidly against imaginary tears.  "I thought I was special.  You said I was special."  

In fact, he'd only bought weed from the fella the once, but this tactic was so much more interesting.  He wondered if the faerie would believe him.  Maybe.  Probably not.  

"You said," he continued, dropping his voice, "that I was the best you'd ever had, and that you would think of me whenever you saw a flamingo again."

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For a moment Frazier actually got a little worried. He started to question his self and going through people's faces in his mind. A different person might worry about their lifestyle if they couldn't remember their partners over the years. Frazier however barely noted that it might be odd. It was very possible that he could have forgotten the fella. Then Liv started to blink rapidly and Frazier shook his head. Flamingo?!

"Now I know you're fuckin' with me, because I would remember a flamingo. That's not one I do every day." He broke into an electric smile and leaned closer to him, looking somewhat grave. "Unless you drugged me. Which I hope you wouldn't do." He gave a small pout to Liv his lip sticking out. "that would downright ruin our relationship, unless of course I liked it." He grinned again a sort of lazy smile. He remembered Delilah telling him it was like lazy lightning. He never quite understood what she meant by that.

"But really, I do apologize Liv." He placed a hand on the Pilot's shoulder. "How do I know you?"

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"I didn't drug you, but if I did, you would like it."  Liv shifted on his stool and resettled his feet on its bottom rung.  His knees moved in and out, in and out, with the breathless insectoid quiver of a butterfly's wings.  That was nice.  He took another sip of his drink and wiped his mouth.  "Especially if they were yours.  Good stuff.  I'm a one-time customer."

He nodded and offered a salute with his half-glass of whiskey.  He stared down at himself through the liquid ripple, lit intermittently yellow-red-green from strobing lights thrown off the dance floor.  Would have been a bit better if he'd... done something about the patchy stripe of hair running down his sternum.  Cultivated it, perhaps, or given up on it entirely.  Hm.  Tipping his head back, Liv downed the rest of his drink, then rested one elbow on the bar and leaned companionably toward Frazier.

"So what're you doing here?"  He wasn't a usual at Syn, Frazier.  Liv moved on to his next suggestion, flung headlong into chatter by the alcohol and his generally thready mood.  "You should take off that jacket, you must be hot.  But I'll tell you what..."  He wagged one finger in emphasis.  "You'll be hotter without it."

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Frazier left his hand on the Pilot's shoulder for a moment. He got a very pleased look in his eye and squeezed the Pilot's shoulder his fingers pushing in just slightly. It was a gesture of affection, but in it was also something else. Something that Frazier barely registered that he did. A sign that Frazier was stronger than he looked, and that if need be he could try and best the Pilot. To Frazier really though it was only a sign that he was pleased, that he was always glad to hear from a customer. However he was not so happy about hearing that Liv was only a one time customer.

"Only a one time customer?" He acted shocked and offended. "I must have done something wrong!" He batted his eyelashes at Liv as the Pilot leaned closer to him. Frazier's fake discontent expression fell away and only a grin replaced it. What an interesting person he had run into. Pilot affiliation aside, this one didn't seem stuffy and like a cop like he had assumed most of them were. He still had that eerie feeling that any time Liv want to, he could dig into Frazier's head. Liv drew his attention back when he asked what he was doing here.

Frazier had opened his mouth to answer when Liv gave a line that made Frazier give his electric smile, the one that made people melt and fall.

"Oh how suave you are Liv." He slid off the strange fur like coat and laid it gently on the bar stool he had been leaning on, underneath he had on a long sleeve baggy shirt that laced up at his throat, the laces were loose showing the trace of his collarbone. He rolled the sleeves up feeling better but strange without his armor as he liked to refer to it. Then he remembered what Liv asked him, his face wrinkled slightly in disgust.

"I have a little pest problem I need to take care of." Frazier couldn't hide his distaste for the subject he was talking about. Not that he would try. "One Tyler Altec. He's a filthy bug who has gotten to familiar with my home." He sighed leaning closer to Liv. "The darker side of the business and all." He took a long drink of his screwdriver feeling the sweet taste and the sour feeling. He loved these drinks.

"What are you doing tonight at Syn besides hoping that I would show up?"

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Liv was suave.  It was so nice when someone in the same business recognized his efforts.  The problem with encounters like this, of course, was he had no fucking idea what the other guy wanted.  Ordinarily he only had to worry about having no fucking idea what he wanted--which was bad enough.  Had to admit Frazier had the look down, though.  His self-confidence was pure Sabela, without the evil.

Of course, Liv could slide a little mental thread out to gage the situation... but that would ruin the fun.

"Tyler Altec, huh?"  Liv leaned toward Frazier, turning his glass of whiskey side to side in one hand.  They'd been playing the game of closeness and distance for the past few minutes; Liv had paid more attention to the nonverbal than the verbal, and, yes, the charm was working.  About time.  Hm.  More flies with honey than vinegar, maybe.

Liv had never seen a fly, outside of the virtual world, but hey.

"Well, that guy, back there--"  He jerked a thumb over his shoulder and lowered his voice to an ardent whisper.  OK, so a little telepathy now and then couldn't hurt--couldn't hurt him, anyway.  "--he's one of his buyers, but I wouldn't worry about it, he's an idiot."  He leaned further in, until their shoulders brushed, but kept his eyes averted, looking studiedly down at the reflective bartop.  It threw back a doubled image of his own sideways smile.

"Now, about this hoping for you to turn up..."  He looked up, smiling sideways.  Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.  Why was it so much easier to flirt successfully with people he didn't hate?

Oh... right.

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A grin came over the fairy's face as he watched Liv tilt his glass back and forth. He was going to tell him, he was just going to make him wait for it. Frazier noticed his own tricks in Liv and felt even more interest in the Pilot. An equal of sorts would be far too much fun to play with, and he was looking for some fun, if even for a night. He always was. Maybe Liv was looking for some too, drugs, Frazier himself, or something else he wasn't sure.

Frazier felt a weird reaction in his body when Liv said Tyler's name. It wasn't quite jealousy. It was the feeling of a kid realizing someone else picked up a toy they had forgotten about. They wanted it all over again, but not really. He clicked his fingernails together watching Liv closely. He never really thought about how people could move on after knowing him. How they could actually try and make something of themselves in his town. He felt a growl in his chest.

Then Liv pointed exactly at what Frazier needed. He followed the Pilot's finger and saw a blond boy in the shadows. He didn't even look old enough for Frazier to call him a man. Tyler was going younger, even from this distance he could see some random features that looked like his own. He licked a canine staring at the boy. Perfect. Tyler hadn't quite forgotten his fairy drug dealer. It was all over his choices. Frazier looked back to Liv a wicked grin on his face.

He tilted back his head draining out the remains of the glass and setting it on the counter. He grabbed his coat off of the bar stool folding it over his arm.

"If you excuse me one moment, Liv." He put a finger under the red haired man's chin then grinned again walking away. He looked over his shoulder once promising with his eyes he would be coming back to Liv shortly. He examined the blond with his eyes as he crossed the bar towards him. He assume Tyler would have told the boy about him, he wouldn't send his people out into the world without a warning and a full color poster most likely. Frazier was confident however, if there was one thing he could do it was dig himself out of a hole.

"Hello there," He paused speaking waiting for the boy to look towards him. When the boy did the people he had been talking to backed away. Frazier mildly recognized some of them. They walked away as the boy's eyes started growing wider.

"Frazier..." His voice trailed off mutually afraid and in awe. The fairy fed off of it like it was some sort of chocolate cake, like it was life force he needed to survive. His favorite tone of voice. Frazier leaned against the wall trying to appear flirtatious, interested in the boy. "What do you n...need?" The boy fumbled over his words trying to think of something clever.

"Your name would be a good way to start off really." He laid out a hand flat waiting for the boy to take it and introduce himself. The boy stared at it, scared and fascinated. He took his hand and Frazier grinned pumping some of his glamor across the handshake. It would make the boy feel warm, comfy and helpful.

"Cundiff." Frazier grinned and held the boys hand still and leaned in closer breathing on his ear.

"Cundiff, I have this problem. Tyler and I had this tiny fight awhile back. I miss the bugger like crazy I do. However, he seems to be very uninterested in patching things up."

"You upset him, though I don't know how." Perfect, came the word in Frazier's head spoken low and evil like from a snake.

"Exactly, He and I have this history, all I want to do is fix things. Take care of the past and start the future. And I wouldn't imagine leaving you empty handed for helping me." It was easy to see Frazier with the horns and tail of the devil everyone feared and loved at the same time. That ancient demon. He fit the visual perfectly. The boys eyes gleamed in the dark his hand running up Frazier's arm who leaned in closer appeasing the boy.

"What do you need?" He asked moving closer to Frazier's ear as he asked.

"An address, and a phone number. Then I'll give you something that will blow Altec's product out of existence." The boy looked up at Frazier grinning like a maniac. He felt like fingers were running over his skin touching him everywhere. Frazier could make you feel pleasure like you never thought, or pain like you could never imagine. It was far too easy for him.

"How about two numbers? And the address?" Frazier nodded as the boy pulled out his phone and a piece of paper writing down his own number first then the address and Altec's number. Perfect.