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Post by AUBREY VALENTINE on Nov 6, 2010 17:35:17 GMT -5
 I'M TRYING REAL HARD NOT TO SHAKE; I'M BITING MY TONGUE
but i'm feeling alive and with every breath that i take i feel like i've won, you're my key to survival
AND IF IT'S A HERO YOU WANT, I CAN SAVE YOU JUST STAY HERE.
Crimson eyes gazed into the small crowd for a moment in nervous anticipation. Normally, Aubrey had no problems when he was playing at the bar on his breaks. He didn’t know what it was this time. Maybe the lack of sugar coursing through his veins? Aubrey hadn’t eaten all day. His little sister had dragged him out of the house before he had the chance and was forced to play game after game after game.
Ruby orbs jumped from person to person – face to face – until they fell upon the familiar face of Keiran. A smile started to curl on his lips and his gaze lowered to the strings of his guitar as a cute idea to try and fluster his co-worker in innocent playfulness floated into his mind. “So, this song is called Awake. It’s one of my favorites and I hope you all will enjoy it as much as I do. It’s for someone special out there. They know who they are.” He spoke softly before he started to pluck at the strings of his guitar expertly. His fingers danced against the neck of his instrument fluidly as he willed himself to play all the right notes. It wasn’t long before his beautiful voice parted the silence that had settled around the bar. The first note floated effortlessly from his lips and everything else followed suit perfect.
“With every appearance by you blinding my eyes, I can hardly remember the last time I felt like I do. You’re an angel disguised… ♫
[/I]” The audience had to admit: Aubrey’s voice was absolutely magnificent. It was smooth, soft, yet still held an innocent but sultry and alluring edge. Though, that could easily be explained by the fact that Aubrey’s mother had been a Siren. It would only make sense for him to have an equally tantalizing and astoundingly beautiful voice. His voice grew more powerful near the middle of the song, the strumming on the guitar picking up an urgent but passionate pace. His crimson eyes closed as he poured himself into the song like he did every other time he performed. He wanted to give nothing less than his best. Come the end, his singing ended on a soft note. Only then did he open his eyes again to gaze out at the small crowd. Some of them clapped, others kept their eyes on him in amazement. He really didn’t care what their reaction was as long as he held their attention, and, especially the attention of another. His eyes picked out Keiran’s face from all the others as he walked back to the bar once again, wanting to see how he had reacted – a ritual after a performance. He moved behind the counter, setting his guitar down and out of the way, a devilish smirk lighting his features like it normally did around the ones he enjoyed flirting with. “ How’d you like the song, babe?” The little pet name slipped without him really realizing it. Honestly, it was just habit. It wasn’t the first time Aubrey had called him that and, surely, it wouldn’t be the last. Aubrey turned his back to the bar, leaning against the counter and stretching his arms along the surface to brace himself up. It was his natural, casual stance when he had no one to serve. “ Hopefully it was as beautiful as yourself.” The compliment had sounded as casually as any simple greeting. With his smirk growing wider, Aubrey stood up straight and grabbed a washcloth so he could wipe down the counter as if he had not said a thing. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] YOUR WHISPERS ARE PRICELESS; YOUR BREATH IT IS DEAR
so please stay near. will you stay awake for me? i will share the air i breathe
I'LL GIVE YOU MY HEART ON A STRING; I DON'T WANNA MISS ANYTHING
Tags: Keiran, of course.
Lyrics: Awake by Secondhand Serenade
Notes: Just... Aubrey's really flirtatious an stupid so don't mind him. xD
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Post by KEIRAN WHITE on Nov 6, 2010 18:35:54 GMT -5
• I WANT YOUR HORROR I WANT YOUR DESIGN CAUSE YOU'RE A CRIMINAL • YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A* - - - BAD ROMANCEIt was a typical day working at the bar. Tonight's shift was to be shared with Keiran's coworker Aubrey, and it was something that always promised to involve a lot of flirting. It seemed that Aubrey was always trying to make Keiran flustered in some way, whether it was casually dropping a small remark or barely brushing against him when he went to reach for a cold mug. The sad part was, at least for Keiran, that it always worked. Normally he was the person to make others flustered with his words and actions, but not when Aubrey was around.
Every night that they worked together, Keiran always looked forward to Aubrey's breaks. He liked to hear the other male sing because his voice was simply angelic for lack of a better term. So when Aubrey grasped onto his guitar and headed up to the stage, Keiran paused what he was doing and let his eyes follow the other male's movements.
Of course, the patrons of the bar wouldn't allow Keiran to just stand there for too long and in no time he was back to concocting random drinks. He had to admit that at this point he was only halfway listening to what Aubrey was saying. That is, until Aubrey dedicated the song to him. Honestly, who else would it be for? Keiran's dark eyes looked up once more from behind his round framed glasses, catching the stare of his coworker. Instantly he could feel a burning rush deep within his cheeks but he found that this time he couldn't tear his gaze away just yet.
Sometimes he wondered if Aubrey were truly serious when he sang such words and claimed that they were for Keiran. Obvious logic wanted to point out that no, he wasn't serious, he was just doing this in jest.. but there was still something always tugging at the back of Keiran's mind that made him wonder.
He was quickly pulled from his doe-eyed stare at the man on the stage as a particularly rude customer slammed his open palm onto the counter top and demanded his drink right away. Keiran looked to the man, a bit startled, the blush still clinging to his cheeks. "Yes, of course.. My apologies." As he was fixing the drink, he noticed that the song had stopped and he was actually slightly disappointed.
After he handed the drink to Mr Rudeass, Keiran watched Aubrey carefully when he returned to his place behind the bar. Purposefully but very nonchalantly, he stepped back just as Aubrey reached for his washcloth so that their hands brushed together ever so lightly. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "I always like them, Aubrey.. Especially when you dedicate them to me."
The red tint to Keiran's cheeks returned upon the compliment he received, but he merely picked up a few dirty shotglasses, putting them in the sink. "Next time, why don't you just say my name while you're up there? I'm sure all the regulars have guessed by now that you enjoy my company.." There was a slight teasing lilt to his soft voice, gaze flickering up towards Aubrey.
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Post by AUBREY VALENTINE on Nov 6, 2010 20:20:14 GMT -5
I'M TRYING REAL HARD NOT TO SHAKE; I'M BITING MY TONGUE
but i'm feeling alive and with every breath that i take i feel like i've won, you're my key to survival
AND IF IT'S A HERO YOU WANT, I CAN SAVE YOU JUST STAY HERE.
The red tint that tainted Keiran’s cheeks seemed to have brightened Aubrey’s night all the more. His attempt in flustering Keiran – even in the slightest – proved successful and, honestly, he enjoyed every bit of it. Though, it wasn’t in the hopes of wooing the young man before him. No. The last thing he really wanted was a serious relationship. At the most, he wanted a little fling. Though he expected Keiran to be better than that. The co-worker seemed to be the one that wanted true love. Aubrey, on the other hand, would rather not face the pain that usually accompanied the emotion. At least not yet.
Aubrey’s eyes fell to Keiran’s hand as his own brushed against the others in his movement to grab the washcloth. Quickly, his eyes jumped up to the other’s own, the devilish smirk on his lips softening into a teasing smile. “Now, now, Keiran,” almost lazily, he leaned toward the other until their faces were mere inches apart. He whispered softly, playfully, the smile still on his lips, “Someone seems to be awfully vain assuming my songs were meant for them. How do you know?” His head cocked to the side just a fraction before he pulled away and turned toward the counter again. He ran the cloth across the smooth surface, watching his hand move in small gyrations. “Maybe next time I will say your name when I dedicate my songs to you. Wouldn’t you like that?” His gaze flickered the other as if seeking a reaction of some sort. His tongue played along the edges of his lips as if he were hoping to find the lingering sweetness that normally was there. He turned his body slightly toward the sink, tossing the cloth into it before grabbing a glass and a few bottles of liquor as a request penetrated his ears.
In all honesty, Aubrey would rather not be working. Time and time again he was tempted to just sit on the counter and try to find a way to manipulate his co-workers to do his job for him. Perhaps if it weren’t Keiran, he would have tried something of the sort that very night. He was lacking his usual fix of a lollipop or lemon drop that he normally tucked away for when he needed them.
Once again, he found his gaze jumping to Keiran as he continued to fulfill drink orders as quickly as he could in hopes that, at some point, everyone would be satisfied for at least a few minutes. Eventually, his tactic worked. He backed away from the front counter and just barely brushed by Keiran to reach the sink so he could at least appear to be busy with one thing or another.
Aubrey turned his head toward the other, unable to help himself with the question that followed, “Babe, you wouldn’t happen to have something sweet on you, would you? I mean, besides those tempting lips of yours, of course.” He chuckled softly at – what he thought to be – his sly remark.
[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] YOUR WHISPERS ARE PRICELESS; YOUR BREATH IT IS DEAR
so please stay near. will you stay awake for me? i will share the air i breathe
I'LL GIVE YOU MY HEART ON A STRING; I DON'T WANNA MISS ANYTHING
Tags: Keiran, of course.
Lyrics: Awake by Secondhand Serenade
Notes: Subtle Keiran is adorable Keiran. c: Too bad Aubrey's not as subtle. xD
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Post by KEIRAN WHITE on Nov 16, 2010 21:31:10 GMT -5
• I WANT YOUR HORROR I WANT YOUR DESIGN CAUSE YOU'RE A CRIMINAL • YOU AND ME COULD WRITE A* - - - BAD ROMANCEAs soon as Aubrey opened his mouth to speak once more, that blush only returned to Keiran's cheeks. Now Aubrey had him doubting. Had Keiran really been rash enough to assume that Aubrey's song was dedicated to him? Now he suddenly felt embarrassed, though he tried his hardest not to let this expression show through on his face. If Aubrey noticed it, he would probably never let him live it down. So, Keiran simply decided not to comment any further on the song dedications.
For a while Keiran just attempted to distance himself from that awkward moment. It had unintentionally knocked a little bit of confidence out of his words and actions as well. The blond simply pushed a few long strands of hair away from his face and set to meeting the demands of the customers. All the while, Keiran kept thinking about Aubrey. It seemed that when he was at work, all he could think about was Aubrey.
That was, of course, unless Malakai dropped in for a visit. Malakai was a cute, adorable guy.. though he was seriously socially inept. Keiran enjoyed it when Malakai was around, but he also couldn't help but notice that Aubrey seemed a little more interested in his work than usual. But tonight there was no Malakai. Tonight it was just Keiran and Aubrey.
Keiran was startled out of his inner thoughts when Aubrey asked him for something sweet. He couldn't help but let another small smile tug at the corner's of his lips. "My lips are perhaps the sweetest thing you'd find here.." Truth be told, Keiran wanted to kiss Aubrey. He wanted to take him by the neck and plant their lips together in a sweet, succulent kiss. He wanted to work through lips and tongue until his lungs were aching for air.
Keiran was just waiting for Aubrey to do it first. And even though Keiran didn't know it, it was rather obvious in his body language.
His eyes trailed down to Aubrey's lips. They looked so soft, so kissable. Keiran found himself taking a deep breath, willing himself to stop thinking about it. They couldn't kiss here in the bar while they were both on the clock. Keiran needed this job and the last thing he wanted was to get fired. "But if you want candy, I have some.." He turned to find the lollipop he'd brought in with him.
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Post by AUBREY VALENTINE on Nov 17, 2010 21:42:52 GMT -5
  you heard that i was trouble ,
BUT YOU COULDN'T RESISTJ U S T T A K E A B I T E L E T M E S H A K E U P Y O U R W O R L D- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
He couldn’t count the multitude of times that he has made passes at his co-worker – the flirts ranging from looks to sound to touch to taste. It always came back to the taste. At least that’s the way it seemed to Aubrey. The man was a sucker – no, a lunatic – for anything and everything sweet. That much was obvious. Which was why the bold statement that Keiran made about the sweetest things being his lips made Aubrey bare a devious smirk. And it just grew all the more daring – all the more sultry – as he noticed the other’s eyes falling to his own lips. Could the same thoughts that seemed to dance in Aubrey’s mind flutter inside Keiran’s as well? Truth be told, Aubrey has thought about steal sweet kisses from the other man. He had to admit that Keiran was cute. Handsome. Beautiful even. Did he really just think that?
"Are they, now? Perhaps I should have a taste sometime," he mused lightly as if to himself.
The smirk softened slightly at the promise of candy. By now Keiran must have realized Aubrey’s obvious addiction to sweets. He stepped over to hover close to the other as he searched for the candy that he had promised. His crimson eyes widened slightly, an enjoyed spark flashing briefly once Keiran had found it. A lollipop. Aubrey’s favorite of all the sugary delicacies. “Oh, Keiran…” his voice was actually soft, an appreciative purr lingering on his name, “A lollipop. You know me so well, don’t you? So sweet. Thank you.”
Aubrey reached up but instead of taking the lollipop, he took a hold of the other’s hand. Once again, his smirk was starting to show as he ripped the wrapping off the candy before guiding Keiran’s hand and the lollipop to his lips. He took the candy of the lollipop into his mouth making sure to brush his lips against his fingers – or at least attempting to – before releasing his hand. With the stick of the sucker protruding from his lips, he rolled it around in his mouth for a split second before turning to look like he was getting back to work. He merely just went back to the sink, turned on the faucet and pretended to wash the glasses that had found their way there. Occasionally he would actual wash a mug or two just to pass the time quicker. But all he really did was stare into the sink and hum his melodies to himself.
Though, it didn’t seem all too long before his eyes were darting around the bar, scanning the walls for the clock. When did he get off? He was starting to get tired of just standing there. He thought about clocking out early but the fact that he arrived late most days already cut down on his pay enough. He had two mouths to feed, both demanding sweets – which weren’t exactly cheap. Not to mention half the things he did around the bar were enough to get his ass canned alone. Maybe it would be better to just stay put. Surely it wouldn’t be that long until the bar closed and he could do whatever he wanted. Slowly, his head turned, eyes falling onto Keiran’s working form, lids lowered slightly in content. Lazily, another smirk started to play around the edges of his lips…
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