The Proper Order of Things Is Often a Mystery to Me {Carter}

[Lucio & Marco Victore]

24 days. Lucio checked the calendar again before sighing and flopping across the bed. They had been at Hammel 24 days and had yet to experience any of the town's attractions. Granted Marco had dragged them out to the public library, and Lucio had made them stop for coffee, but over all they hadn't seen anything else. Instead they had been stuck inside the school's walls, doomed to be forever lost and bored.

God he was bored.

Lucio rolled over to check the clock before looking at his brother once more, watching as his other half casually flipped pages to the book he'd been working on for the past four hours. Lucio wasn't even sure he was actually reading it and was instead using it as some kind of torture device. An attempt to get Lucio to go stir crazy no doubt. Well, it was working. Lucio sighed again as he turned his attention back to the clock.

"So find something we can do." Marco spoke up without removing his attention from the book, switching over to their natural language (Italian) when they were alone.

That, it seemed, was enough to prompt Lucio into action. Apparently all he needed was permission before his mind was already sorting through the millions of things they could do. But since world domination didn't really seem appealing he went with the next item on his list- dancing. However... Neither boy had seen the town to know where clubs were and there was no way their cranky roommate would know.

So Lucio pulled out his phone and started flicking through the contacts they had acquired, stopping suddenly when he got to a simple 'C' and a picture of a blonde boy. They had met briefly and Lucio stared at the picture with a small frown of concentration before he hit call, already holding the phone to his ear. Marco was now watching him with interest, but he ignored it so he could talk to the other half of the French twins.

"'ello! Carter! We would like to go dancing! Do you know good places you could show us to? We 'ave not been in Pilot Ridge more than twice!"

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter Chevalier was a man of many languages. The relatively worldly individual never expected that he'd find the means to settle in Vermont for another year. Then again, he never expected to be so disconnected from Dominique thanks to the course of graduation. It put a certain strain on things, especially since he was moving out of the dormitory they'd shared for years, but that was simply the way these things went.

When his phone rang, it didn't take him long to answer. Getting coffee on his own was still something of a drag, but he wasn't about to haul Dominique out of the school grounds if he didn't want to go. Besides, they were still doing their best to avoid their parents.

Bringing the device to his ear, he didn't manage a greeting before the other voice started in. And that was fine. An identical twin himself, it didn't take much for Carter to pick out the finer details of who was who between Lucio and Marco. The voice was no exception.

"Lucio," He greeted, the velvet tone to his voice far outweighing the smoother tendencies of the coffee before him, "If you've got ID, I'm sure we can find something worthy of your attention."

[Lucio & Marco Victore]

Lucio had not been spared his brother intense interest when he uttered Carter's name. Which meant, unfortunately, he had barely finished talking before Marco was tossing his book aside to crawl onto the bed with a rather easy smile. Marco was fond of the blonde twin, far more than his brother, and he'd been the one to prompt Lucio into acquiring Carter's number. He wasn't fully sure why he was so intrigued but Marco liked to think it was merely because Carter gave them a taste of home. Even if Carter was actually French. It was okay because both the twins had actually spent much of their Kocher years hanging with the French crowd.

The bolder of the two raised an eyebrow when Marco practically flopped ontop of his arm but quickly turned his attention back to the phone. "Right! ID... ID... ID... We 'ave maybe." With that said he handed the phone over to his brother and scrambled off the bed to try and locate their IDs from the mess of bags they had yet to finish unpacking. "Would de school IDs work, Carter?" This time Marco was speaking in his slightly more musical voice.

He watched as Lucio tore through various bags and boxes, smiling slightly at the fact he could make his brother clean up later. "Where will we meet?" The voice paused before continuing, "We still needing to dress."

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter immediately pursed his lips at the notion of identification. The age for the state itself was something even he didn't quite reach yet, but that didn't usually force him to struggle. "Perhaps leave the proof at home, boys. You'll fair better that way." He replied in time, his tone light. Helpful. He couldn't help but crack a smile at the excited tone to their voices.

"You haven't dressed?" Carter felt the corner of his mouth deter from a smile to a grin, "Dress nice. For me, if you like. Je suis flatté." Regardless of his status with the twins, he still couldn't help himself. After all, he never could. "Though I might like you better without. I could come to you, if you'd prefer."

Still, he glanced out the window rather than at the pale connotations of his drink as he chuckled the advance away, "You could find me at the Velvet-Tone. I'll wait for you both."

[Lucio & Marco Victore]

Marco hummed slightly in his confusion at Carter not wanting them to bring IDs, but the boy wasn't going to question it and instead just pulled the phone away to tell his brother in Italian. Because it was sometimes a game with them to speak to each other while the third person didn't understand them. His brother bobbed his head and continued his search through the luggage, tossing two pairs of leather jeans onto the bed with a wide grin.

Marco grinned back before sitting up on the bed, the phone still against his ear. "We only 'ad the dancing thought for," there was a pause as Marco checked the clock, "Five minutes." A laugh came from over by the luggage and Marco peered over curiously only to have a bottle of glitter thrown at his head, causing the second gestalt to yelp slightly and fall back. "Carter, we 'ave not even been 'ad drinks! You take us for food first, no?" He nodded at the phone, acting as though there was nothing going on in the background.

After a few moments Lucio flopped on the bed and pressed his face against the other side of the phone. "We get ready now! Give few minutes."We get ready now. Give few minutes!" With that done, Marco hit end and both got up to get dressed in their leather pants and tank tops before heading out the dormitory to hitch a ride and meet Carter.

[Carter Chevalier]

Carter grinned against the device, listening to the rambles between the two. Worldly as he was, it should have been no surprise that understanding a stint of Italian wasn't outside the older twin's forte. He simply laughed as Marco spoke, though as he gathered the question, he naturally nodded. "Of course, of course. Anything you want." He replied, noting how his suggestion went over their heads.

Oh well, it hardly mattered. But he did find himself curious as to what was going on on the other side of this call.

"I'll be waiting." He replied, hearing the click on the other line as he put his phone away. He'd settled in his seat again to finish his drink. After waiting a while, he opted to wait outside. Carter pressed a cigarette between his lips, lighting it and drawing in a decent breath of smoke. Five minutes? He could wait for as long as they needed him to.

[Lucio & Marco Victore]

Marco had been well aware of Carter's suggestion. Well, at least he thought he had known what he meant. But Marco was a firm believer in 'romance first, then sex'. So his mentioning of food was actually his attempt to get dating done first. Casual sex just wasn't some he (or his brother) was looking for. It'd be weird and Marco knew better than anyone - excluding Lucio - that he would eventually grow attached to whoever they eventually slept with.

The boys got dressed in what they thought was record time, meaning they took the allotted five minutes to pull on shirts and their leather pants. Lucio was clad in a tank top with strings decorating the back, exposing the skin rather than covering it. Marco had chosen just a simple dark blue shirt with no decoration. Once dressed they headed out the door like they were running from from the scene of a crime.

It only took a few minutes for the twins to con someone into giving them a ride down to Pilot Ridge and possibly even less time before they were jumping out of the back of a truck and in front of the club Carter was at. Lucio waved some at the sight of the blond French man and happily walked up to where the male was standing outside. "Took little longer."Took little longer." They spoke with small grins before leaning in to press a kiss to Carter's cheeks.

"You invite us inside now, no?" Lucio grinned some, acting as the club was Carter's house inside of a public building.