The Skittles Room [Open]

[Phillip Lauer]

At chess tournaments, a skittles room is where one goes to play for fun
while waiting for the next formal game.

Phillip had never, ever been to a gay club before. He had refused to let his ex take him to one, even though he begged and pleaded. Phillip just couldn't do it. He was just discovering himself around that time and didn't need for every one in Vermont to know he was interested in guys. It was already bad enough that he occasionally stripped and escorted, but at least then he could serve female clients as well. But to step into a gay bar kind of meant that he was most definitely gay, and while he had no problem being so, didn't need for the world to know.

But now, he had time to kill. And he was no longer with his ex. And he lost a bet to his sister. The cover charge was pretty cheap, and they even let eighteen year olds in -- which would explain why he suddenly felt overdressed. But he'd deal with the slight awkardness that came from his style.

He didn't feel like dancing right away, so he propped himself on a column near the bar. He'd wait until a decent song came on... or a decent person walked in. He was quite sure the latter wouldn't happen. How many people actually met decent people at a club? Weren't most of them interested in just flirting and sex? While the two weren't bad things and Phillip had done his share of both, he just wasn't in that kind of mood. Besides, he doubted he'd find his type of guy here.

He couldn't stand the next song either, so in order to make the night a little more bearable he decided to get a drink. A blue motorcycle. Just as quick as he had left his spot on the wall, he was now back, sipping the blue-colored drink. At least TRY to have fun, he told himself... Maybe on the next song.

_{OOC: "overdressed" is two links, 'over' and 'dressed'.}

[Ethan White]

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Ethan knew it wouldn’t be easy convincing his womanizing homophobe of a best friend to come and check the new gay club out with him. (It wasn’t entirely new per se; it’s just that it opened while he was out in Boston so he hasn’t really had the chance to visit it until now). If he had other guys to drag with him, believe me he would’ve. But Jack was out of town with his girlfriend (Olive? Or was it Rebecca?) to meet her parents, Danny tends to hit on him bad when he’s drunk (as attractive as his fellow frat member was, he just wasn’t his type), Scott’s currently taking medication so he can’t drink for the next five weeks and the rest of the guys just weren’t as comfortable with the gay scene as the other three. Reggie would’ve been the perfect companion (and it’s been long since he hung out with her), but she’s currently busy with her graduating boyfriend.

Hopefully there’d be a blonde lesbian couple to keep Brax entertained and give him enough time to at least scan the area and maybe even grab a drink or two.

Things went rather well, as they’ve been in the club for over an hour now and Braxton still hasn’t bugged him about guys checking out his ass all the time. (He did tell him that he shouldn’t have worn such tight pants). In fact, for the last half hour, he hasn’t seen or heard the Carson boy. Not that he’s complaining; the (temporary?) separation allowed him to dance with a guy he’s seen around campus before but never really had the opportunity to ask out.

Unfortunately for Ethan though, just as he thinks things were going to get a bit more interesting, Braxton suddenly appeared, dragging him to the bar yapping something that he couldn’t really understand over the music. “What?” he asked, obviously disgruntled, “I can’t understand you over the music and-OOPS! So sorry!” Walking backwards never really is a good idea, as he accidentally bumped into a man and quite possibly, caused his drink to spill.

ooc:
Apologies for the rambly-ness. .
-Jam

[Phillip Lauer]

He remembered back to around his junior year at Hammel, when he was training with his powers. His reaction time was getting better, but not enough. And with his power, reaction times were critical. Not really... but if he wanted them to be useful they were. If something were to happen, he wanted to be able to throw up some kind of defense at a moments notice. It could mean the difference between protecting someone or losing them.

... Or protecting a shirt or losing it.

Phillip didn't initially see the man begin his backwards motion to him, but he did feel the initial bump... not that it helped him in any way, though. He had just began to raise his right hand, with the glass, up for a sip when Ethan came and disrupted it all.

Liquid and ice flew from the glass towards him and the wall, and the glass managed to slip from his hand, crashing to the floor. His reaction time was a split-second too late, though Phillip was lucky enough to catch a good portion of the blue liquid in some sort of invisible shield that spawned from a visible portion of his skin, protecting some of his clothing from the drink, the liquid sliding off what seemed to be nothing but air in the dark, yet flashy, club. Phillip was lucky to have the club's lighting mask the use of his powers to an extent. There was still a decent-sized blue stain on his freshly dry-cleaned white shirt, though. Right in the middle, where his jacket didn't cover.

"Damn..." was his first word, causing any liquid left on his shield to simply drop, causing a few random blotches of blue to now reside on his left sleeve. This is why I don't go to clubs! Not even twenty minutes and already... He shook his head, looking to Ethan... "It's... it's okay, man."

... He was cute. Not exactly what he was expecting to find here.

^{OOC: lol, looked fine to me!}

[Braxton Carson]

After being told of hundreds, and even millions, of blonde lesbian couples making out while dancing in a very sexual way with little to no clothes in the dance-floor, Braxton agreed to go with Ethan to the gay club. Of course, expectations over-exceeded reality in a big way: only a handful of lesbians and none of them blonde. Braxton did nothing but look angry at Ethan, but he was promised that they would come, that the night was young still. And they did, blonde lesbians, which pulled the Carson twin away from his bff. Things, of course, didn't go as you would expect.

"They said they didn't want a threesome!" Braxton yelled at Ethan once he walked back to him. "I said, they said, they didn't want a threesome!"

Trying to top the music's volume seemed to be harder than Braxton thought, which was probably because of the fact that they had a speaker next to them. He attempted move away from it with Ethan when he bumped unto someone else. Typical. He thought to himself as the other guy proceeded to... be completely fine with it.

"You're from Hammel, aren't you?" Braxton asked, remembering having seen they guy somewhere before. "Anyway," He turned back to Ethan. "I was telling you they didn't want to have threesome," He was smiling. "I told them I was with you and they said they want to have a foursome! I love this place!"

[Ethan White]

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Ethan had never really been big on the whole ‘group sex’ thing. Unlike his best friend, he’s never experienced one, and is definitely not looking forward to be in one within the foreseeable future. (He believes the whole thing seems to a bit too complicated to be fun; the only reason why they seem so appealing in porn scenes, he says, is that they have scripts to make sure everyone’s in and accounted for, so to speak).

So yes, tempting as it may to finally be in bed with Brax, he just had to decline. “A foursome? With me? I’m already sick of seeing your junk, thank you very much,” he said with a tired smile, “And if they’re lesbians, I think it’s less of a foursome and more about two couples having sex within the same room.” He gave Brax a slap on the butt and let the image sink on the younger boy’s mind for a bit. “Told you those jeans made you look gay,” he whispered with a smirk.

With Brax’s business covered, the boy then turned to the other man, completely ashamed. “I’m so sorry, my friend wasn’t really paying attention to where he’s going,” he said initially, but then gasped when he saw the stain the spill did to the man’s shirt. “Oh god, I’m sorry. So, so sorry.” He quickly grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to the man. “Let me buy you a drink. Or two.”

“Three beers please,” he said when they reached the bar, tugging Brax’s pocket to grab the boy’s credit card. (It’s his fault after all). “I’m Ethan by the way.”

[Phillip Lauer]

He could hear bits and pieces of the other two's conversation. Something about a threesome, junk, and lesbians? Phillip was a little confused, but he chalked it up to mishearing information due to the loud music -- and whatever sips of the blue motorcycle he had in his system. He was sure he heard something about Hammel, too, but… Nah. He had to be hearing things.

"It's o--" Phillip had no plans on making either of the two get him a new drink, but it seemed he didn't have a choice in the matter. He shut himself up and simply took the handkerchief, blotting the stains. It didn't help, but oh well. Back to the dry cleaners it would go tomorrow.

He stayed near the other, who he had now learned was named Ethan. The other guy must have been his boyfriend. Or just a friend, Phil. Just because they're together doesn't mean they're 'together,' Phil thought. He wasn't sure why he cared about the other's relationship. After all, he had just met Ethan.

He looked down to the stain and decided to cover it up. The jacket had buttons, after all, so he chose a strategic one and closed the jacket. He wasn't too pleased with the look now, but he didn't feel like taking off the white shirt. He didn't have anything else underneath and he wasn't ready to show the goods to the club just yet. His eyes went to scan over Ethan for a second before he introduced himself. He was much taller than Ethan. If he could guess, he'd say somewhere around 5'11… maybe six-feet even. Phillip, on the other hand, was a good six-eight.

"I'm Phillip. Nice to meet you, even like this," he chuckled, putting his back to the bar, and extended his hand to shake.

[Braxton Carson]

"Well that's fine." Brax said after listening to Ethan's explanation of the foursome. "I'm ok with having sex with one of them while you have sex with the other."

Afterwards he checked his jeans again, probably for the hundredth time. He still couldn't understand how they made him look gay, after all, he wore them all the time and he never looks the slightest gay. Or so he swears anyway.

"Oh great." Braxton smiled as he received the three beers from the bartender, giving one to Ethan and grabbing the other two, one in each hand. "Thanks, I was starting to get a little dry and all." He then turned to other guy as he introduced quickly giving his elbow to the extended hand since he had both hands busy with the beers, even if it was clearly directed at Ethan. "Yeah sure, nice to meet you too." He took his first sip. "Oh wait, are you hitting on me?" He asked as he realized he had just met a guy at a gay bar. "Because I'm not gay." He took another sip. "He is, though." Braxton pointed at Ethan with his right index before leaning a bit towards Phillip to whisper. "He has a tiny dick, though."

[Ethan White]

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And so with that, his plan on making his best friend so uncomfortable that he’d leave him be just went down the drain. Don’t get him wrong, he loves Brax and all, but he just doesn’t make the best wingman. Just look at what he said about him to Phillip.

In any case, a disappointed stare and a grunt were immediately heard from Ethan when he saw Braxton take the two beers. “B, that was for-Ugh, never mind,” he said, rolling his eyes and asking the bartender for another one. (Still charged to Braxton’s credit card, of course). He turned red when Braxton said the whole ‘I’m not gay, he is’ thing, thankful that the club’s low light would probably have hidden his blush. “Thank you for that, Braxton,” added Ethan, his features quickly shifting from an unimpressed glare to Braxton to a sweet smile for Phillip, “Just so you know, if I’m small, then yours is microscopic. I have pictures to prove it.” (Nope, he doesn’t).

The bartender later returned with three more bottles, with Ethan happily taking them with a wink. “Here,” he said handing Phillip one, “And these are for your blondes. Maybe they’d agree to have sex with you without me if they’re a little bit more inebriated.” He gave the boy a subtle(?) nudge on the side, hoping it’d tell him that Ethan wants to be alone with the tall guy for a bit.

“Sorry ‘bout that, I’m still training him to be nicer around people.”

[Phillip Lauer]

Yup. He knew he had heard something about lesbians… and multiple people in one sexual act. Phillip wasn't sure how such a thing came up, but maybe they were in to that sort of thing… Phillip wasn't (…at the moment…)

The beers had come… and the beers went away. Quickly. He could tell that this friend, who was apparently straight, was a handful. Did he really come to a gay club and expect to hit on chicks? I mean, I guess there's bi-girls here somewhere… Maybe he'll find a… He couldn't finish the thought without laughing softly to himself. He'd have to be sure to stick around these two to find out what happened to Braxton tonight. The small dick statement threw him off his guard, ending with him letting out a louder laugh.

A fresh beer was handed to him. A "Thanks" and a smile, and he took a sip. Beer wasn't really his thing, but the guy had just ordered SIX (with his buddy's card), so he would definitely at least drink the one offered to him.

"It's okay. I thought you two were together at first, though," he said, getting a little louder towards the end to make sure he was heard over the music. He was quite pleased to find that the opposite was true though… unless, of course, he missed something and in fact the two were lovers and the one talking about foursomes was just too drunk.

[Braxton Carson]

"It's still bigger than yours." Braxton said, sipping from his right-hand beer. "Oh good idea!"

How did he not think about getting them drunk so they can accept the threesome? Not like making women agree to his means through the power of alcohol was not his usual plan anyway. Most of the time, it's probably 60% his charms and 40% alcohol, even though Braxton's percentage goes 50% his charm and 50% his dick. He argues that alcohol just lets them see this clearly.

"Wait, you don't want to have sex with them?" Braxton managed to pick the two beers, having now two in each hand. "So I can have them both for myself! God I LOVE YOU!" He started to walk away back to the blonde lesbians when he turned around to the two boys. "Please teach Jack how to graciously share too, thanks." He walked away. Mid-path, however, he returned once again to the bar. "Also text him I'm about to nail two lesbians." Again, he walked back to his lesbians, but just before sitting back with them, he returned one last time to the other two boys, four beers still in hand. This time, however, he talked to Phillip. "Do you have a place? Don't let him," He pointed at Ethan in the lest subtle way possible. "take you to our place, there's no gay sex happening there ever again." Braxton leant to Phillip's ear again, attempting to whisper again. "I'm punishing him for being an ass."

[Ethan White]

“Don’t mention it. Besides, Jack did say that you haven’t been able to get some these past few days. What’re friends for?” He’ll just be wasting time and energy (and probably looking like a complete fool in front of Phillip too) should he try and argue his way out of Brax’s ‘small dick’ comment. He should just be happy he’s finally found a way to get the man-child off his case, hopefully for the rest of the night.

Ethan let out a small chuckle after hearing what Phillip thought about him and Braxton, taking a quick sip of his drink as he shook his head. “We get that a lot. I’ve actually been dubbed as his ‘girlfriend’ a lot, so it doesn’t really bother me anymore.” It’s amazing how Jack’s off-handed comment stuck to him really, to the point that even his friends who he’s fairly sure had no other connections to K-Sig other than him knew of such a moniker. “Though I tell you, I’m more like a ‘mom’ to the boy than anything. Food, laundry, class schedule, even homework. It’s crazy.” Worse part is he couldn’t even remember when the whole thing started. One moment he just met the boy when he’s enrolling, the next he’s already separating the boy’s whites from non-whites. “I’m starting to think it’s the reason people think I’m not single.”

Since he couldn’t hear what the boy was telling Phillip over the noise, he just resolved into giving Braxton a deadpan look. “What’d he tell you?” he asked when Brax finally went away, “If he said something about me being a lightweight, I swear it’s not true. It only happened once, and it’s because of that rotten taco I had earlier that day.”

ooc:
Ugh. It's quite crappy. Apologies. ><.
- Jam

[Phillip Lauer]

Phillip took a sip, listening to Ethan talk, though Braxton continuously walking back and forth with a comment was a bit distracting. Luckily, Ethan help his attention more. The 'small dick' comment from Braxton was taken as if the two were brothers. Besides, the way things were going he was confident that he might be able to see for himself… Phillip smiled at the thought.

Braxton whispered something to him, and Phillip could only chuckle, taking another sip as Braxton walked away again. He could now fully focus on Ethan without distractions. Phillip laughed at the lightweight comment, trying to picture the scene he just mentioned in his head. He was starting to feel 'good,' a mixture of the beer and the previously-spilled Blue Motorcycle finally taking effect. He scanned the crowd, mainly to make sure Braxton wasn't coming back, moving a little closer to Ethan in the process. "Don't worry, it wasn't anything like that. He just told me to take you to my place…", he said, finally letting his gaze stop on Ethan, "…if we leave… together… that is…"

Phillip hadn't really given much thought to plans for after the club. After all, he'd just met Ethan… Though, he was cute, and single… Phillip hadn't had 'company' for some time now. Oh god, did I clean up… I think I did… I hope I did… Oh god.

[Ethan White]

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Ethan breathed just a little bit easier when he heard that Braxton hasn’t been telling people that story again. The boy liked telling people that just to pick on Ethan, even though they both know it isn’t true. (He insists that if Brax points out the fact that he almost always drinks less than the younger boy, it’s because he has to take care of him. Heaven knows he does the worst things and gets into the biggest brawls if left unchecked).

He did feel himself turning a little red at Phillip’s (and Brax’s, indirectly at least) comment. “Really now? Did he tell why?” Maybe Braxton wasn’t that bad of a wingman after all. “Then again, for that comment alone we should definitely go to my place then. Teach him a lesson.” He let out a small chuckle as he took one last swig of his drink. And he actually wouldn’t mind going out the club with Phillip, should that come to that. After all, Phillip’s totally not bad looking. And you know what they say about guys with big feet right? (Well, he assumes Phillip has big feet. He’s tall after all).

Yup. Totally not a bad idea.

He motioned for the bartender to give him another beer. This time though, he looked over Phillip and actually remembered to ask him what he wants. “You need another one?” He flashed Brax’s credit card to show that it’s on him. “Don’t worry. Brax has this huge trust fund thing going on. This might make me sound like a golddigger, but I swear I didn’t know about it when we first met.” He got wind of this when he learned that Brax has been paying people to help him cheat during tests. And boy did those telepaths milk Brax good. “So Phillip, you’re not from around here are you? ‘Cause I could’ve sworn I haven’t seen you before, and I’ve lived in this town my entire life.” Ethan would insist that it was the alcohol that made him move just a little bit closer to Phillip, lazy grin on his face as he did.

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Sorry this took forever Scotty! D:. Also I talked to Herl and he says that he'd opt Brax out for a bit and just jump in later. . Hopefully that works with you. .
- Jam[/font]

[Phillip Lauer]

This was quite unexpected. Phillip took another sip of his drink, trying to process everything that was going on. Was it a definite that the two would be spending the night with each other? He smirked at the thought, taking another sip.

"Um… just that it was payback for being an ass," thoughts from what could possibly happen upon leaving filling his head. He was going to have to stop with the thoughts soon, though. Things would begin to get rather… 'uncomfortable'… if they continued.

"Nah, I can't let you keep buying me drinks," he smiled, shaking his head to deny another beverage. Besides, I don't need to get any tipsier than I am now… Is tipsier even a word? More tipsy… tipsier… Whatever! "That's good to know, incase we break anything… Um, y-you know, from drinking so much," he tried his best to say without looking at him, though of course he couldn't help but to look, especially after Ethan moved closer. In return, Phillip couldn't help but further close any remaining gap if there was one.

"Yea, I am, actually. Grew up here in Vermont, went to Ha--", he began, but stopped. He really didn't want to say Hammel; no need for Ethan to know he was a freak just yet… "Went to a private school not too far from here, but I pretty much stayed to myself the entire time…" He took another, the final, sip from his drink and set it on the bar, crossing his arms, making sure to keep his focus on Ethan. "What about you? Why haven't I seen you around?"

[Ethan White]

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Ethan wouldn’t say that he’d be spending the night with Phillip, not just yet anyway. It’s not that he doesn’t find Phillip attractive – and he does – but it’s just that he doesn’t want to seem a little too easy. He says right now it’s a 90% (which pretty much is a ‘yes’ in most people’s books); give him a few more minutes to talk to the man and he’ll make it a hundred soon enough. He’s just a little weird that way. After all, while he wasn’t really as dry as Phillip might’ve been (he has been to quite the number of parties ever since he came back), he still has needs. And athletes don’t really get much groupies as rockstars, so he’s still looking to make up for lost time, so to speak.

“Me? An ass? Ha!” laughed Ethan, shaking his head as he took another sip off his drink, “He should just be happy the phone I bought him wasn’t the same as his old one.” He promptly took his phone out and showed him a picture of Brax’s old phone. “He threw a tantrum when I told him I wouldn’t buy him a new phone and destroyed this one without a warning. A shame, I think it fits him, don’t you agree?”

He’s not sure if it’s the alcohol in his system or Phillip just really knows how to talk, but Ethan couldn’t help but smile and even chuckle at every word the man’s saying. “Don’t worry. He broke my alarm clock and ripped my curtains. Twice. I’m allowed to break things around the room too.” He placed his hand on Phillip’s thigh and (unconsciously?) gave it a slight squeeze. “It’s ok to be a little rough,” he added with a wink.

“Don’t worry, my whole family went to Hammel,” he said as the bartender gave them two more bottles. The ‘private school’ routine’s a little too obvious anyway, especially when you’re talking to someone around Pilot Ridge. “My dad actually teaches there. You had an old, gruff, strict English teacher

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