004 » broke all the promises i made last night

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OPEN POST: BARTENDER.

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[ricochetlove]

I don't know if I'd say that... but I stop in every time I'm in town. I travel a lot!

[He's almost envious of the glass in Caelus' hands, getting so much attention from him. All polished up to an immaculate clarity, held so gently in those dexterous hands. A guy might like to get worked over like that.]

[Siobhan's warning makes that smile twist a little, going from easy friendliness to a something a little sly. Oh, did she say that he might get fresh? Sampo wouldn't get fresh with her, he knows the wrong tree when he's barking up it, but it's a very funny thing that she'd be able to take one look at Caelus and go yeah, that one is Koski's type.]

Fresh? Me? No, I would never. Miss Siobhan must be talking about other patrons, some of them can be real scoundrels.

[He knows a thing or two about scoundrels. The stories he could tell you, Caelus! One or two of them might even be true.]

I'm a stand up kind of guy. She'd tell you herself, if she were here.

[She'd tell him something, that's for sure! She'd probably tell him 'let me deal with Koski, new kid, he's too much for you', and spend the whole night being a solid wall of lesbianism between himself and Caelus. The galaxy's second worst wingwoman.]

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[ There are nights when Caelus very much appreciates the wall of solid lesbianism that Siobhan puts up between herself and some of her more unruly customers, but tonight, the bartender suspects that he'll be glad that she's out of town for once. It's very obvious, despite Sampo's fervent protestations otherwise, that he's exactly the type of sly scoundrel that Siobhan likes to warn Caelus about; it's just something in his inherent demeanor, in the glint of his green eyes even as he's trying to make them warm and wide and friendly.

But Caelus doesn't hate that. Really. There's something very attractive about it, actually.

He finishes polishing up that glass of his and lovingly puts it to the side with all his other clean glasses. Really, it's almost as if he's trying to show off how gentle those gorgeous, long fingers of his can be. ]

Really? [ He sounds amused, even as he's trying to keep his voice flat and carefully neutral. ] And what else would she tell me about you, sir?

[ Opportunity for an opening, here. The question could also be phrased: What do you want me to know about you? ]

[ricochetlove]

All kinds of things! She'd tell you that I'm a real charmer! [She'd say that he thinks he's a real charmer.] And that I'm a gentleman, [an absolute scoundrel] and a successful businessman. [a con artist] I'd like her to mention my good looks, but you can see that all for yourself, right?

[He smiles at Caelus over the rim of his glass as he takes another sip. A nice cocktail and some eye candy, this is shaping up to be a very good night! The only way it could be better is if the eye candy ends up in his lap by the end, but that remains to be seen.]

And if I asked Miss Siobhan about you, what would she tell me?

[To keep his hands to himself, probably. To quit eyeing the fresh meat. That her bartenders are off-limits, and not to try to sweet-talk them into coming home with him. She doesn't want one of her employees to have to do a walk of shame from his apartment to the bar for their shift.]

It's only fair for me to ask.

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[ Caelus should keep a poker face, but he can't help but let his lips quirk just the barest bit as he listens to Sampo talk, nodding along at face value, and carefully taking apart the surface layer to find the truth beneath. There's absolutely no way that Siobhan would speak so glowingly of really any of her clients, so now he knows that the man is a liar and probably a bit of a scoundrel. Handsome, though — he wasn't lying about that. He really is handsome, and just Caelus's type, too.

...Still. What a question. What would Siobhan say about him? Caelus pauses for a moment, taking the time to seriously and earnestly contemplate it. It's hard to tell, sometimes, with Siobhan' she tends to bully most humans she knows, but she's sweet on her monsters, and Caelus occupies a funny space where he's something in between. ]

She'd probably tell you that I'm a good boy. I learn fast. Pick things up pretty easy, and I don't ask a lot of unnecessary questions.

[ A good boy that Sampo should absolutely not corrupt, or take back home to his apartment. A good boy who is off=limits, and would turn down Sampo's sweet talk, and has the common sense not to let a handsome stranger with wandering hands into his life.

Just kidding. Caelus is a good boy, sure, but he's never been that kind of good boy. ]

She'd probably tell you to keep your hands off me, too.

[ A little bit of a knowing, sly glance out of the corner of his eye, as he gently puts away some of the things he'd taken out earlier to make Sampo's cocktail. ]

...But you won't do that, right?

[ricochetlove]

What nice things Miss Siobhan would say about you!

[A good boy, a smart boy. Too good and too smart for a scoundrel like Sampo Koski, probably. But that doesn’t mean that Sampo won’t try! No risk, no reward, after all! And Miss Siobhan isn’t here to threaten physical violence on him to get him to stop flirting.]

[Sampo watches his hands as he puts the bottles away.]

Oh, you have nothing to worry about from me. I wouldn’t put my hands on you unless you ask me nicely for it.

[But if he asked, Sampo would put his hands in all sorts of places, including places that would make Miss Siobhan very upset with him. Watch out for Sampo’s hands, she’d say, both for what liberties he might take and for the safety of your wallet.]

But if you ask nicely, I’m a very accommodating kind of guy! A real people-pleaser, you know?

[Wink!]