An independent roleplay and ask blog for Richard Brook. Will interact with anyone from any fandom.
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The sounds and smells were a bit overwhelming to the Gamatom’s senses but it almost had a numbing effect on him. Good thing too because the alcohol wasn’t doing shit for him. Leaning on the bar, Rand surveyed the pub, paying particularly close attention to the back corner with the stage and karaoke machine. A part of him was annoyed with the noise and the boisterous nature of the group - particularly the women who screeched like burning cats whenever they had a mic in their face. But another part of him longed for that feeling, of having fun with a group of people and feeling connected. One might say he had that now, with the tribe, but not tonight he didn’t.
It was a test. Rand was the youngest and the most submissive member of the Gamatom tribe in London’s underground. Although he didn’t mind being the bottom all the time - because it ensured he almost always had a partner and someone to share his bed with - he wasn’t fond of being the brunt of everyone’s jokes. They were laughing at him, the brethren. Constantly calling him runt and whatnot, it was like they didn’t think he could do anything at all. So, he was going to prove himself. It wasn’t hard to hunt down and kill a woman, since they were so much weaker than the mutants, so, Rand decided he’d bring home a man instead. All he needed was to have sex, right? Then bring the guy home to become one with the tribe. Piece of cake.
He’d been in the bar for no more than 20 minutes but was already starting to get cold feet. That is until his eyes set upon the dark eyed beauty who waltzed up to the bar to order another drink. Swallowing the knot of nervousness choking him, Rand smirked a little, catching the man’s eye. “Looks like that lot’s havin’ a good time, yeah?” he asked with more confidence than he felt, nodding back at the group singing on stage. “Wonder what’s the occasion.” Giving the stranger a toothy grin, he spoke up over the loud music to be heard. “Oi, here, lemme get that for you,” he said before slapping some money onto the bar to pay for the man’s drink. Giving the guy a wink and raising his glass in salute, he accidentally spilled some of his Scotch over his fingers and lap in the process.
Although a skinny and short guy, Rand hoped his fashion sense heightened his cool factor. He wore dark leather pants and combat boots hugging his skinny legs and hanging low on his thin hips, with a loose, ratty band T-shirt on. And over top of that was a fur coat, dark plum purple, some thrift store knock-off that had been dragged from hell’s closet of fashionable-never. With his head shaved, nothing but a light peach fuzz covered his head, and he wore a bunch of necklaces and arm bands that constantly made noise whenever he moved.
It was normal to go out on closing night with the crew and perhaps have a few too many drinks… Talking to strangers happened, especially when alcohol got involved – people just seemed more open to speak to one another Richard found. When it came to conversing, the general population seemed to be far too frigid.
The actor grinned, turning to look over his shoulder at the crew he’d just left. “Yeah, they know how to have a good time.” He’d gone out with a few of them before, mostly the backstage hands. They’d worked some of the other shows he’d been in. “Last show was tonight.” Richard turned back to the other, pleasant grin spread softly on his lips.
The shaved head look was a bit odd. Well, truth be told, there was a kind of peculiar look to the other man; the total amount of jewelry was a bit overwhelming and the purple fur was… eccentric to say the least, but the man seemed friendly enough. There was a draw about his eyes Richard found pleasing.
“You don’t have to.” He insisted as the other put down the money to pay for his drink, a slight color going to his cheeks as he accepted the offer, and the drink. Richard had never known how to take things like this. “Thank you.” His voice was probably softer than it should have been to be heard, so he spoke up as he continued, “But I insist on returning the favor when you’ve finished!” The actor nodded towards the other’s drink as he took a sip of his own.
I added a music player. It’s NOT auto play, so if you want to listen to any of it, you’ll have to click the play button. x3 Only five songs. I might add more later. Who knows~
