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Post by frannie on Sept 14, 2010 2:07:56 GMT -7
It was a day off for our Frenchman. What better to relax than to actually go out, get wild, dance, hmn? He had dressed up in the latest fashion. It was a little less revealing than the outfits he usually wore while stripping.
After all he was here to just have a good time and perhaps pick someone up? Dieu- off course he was here to get to know someone better.
He got on the dancefloor. He glanced over. So many people, half of them were drunk. Then he spotted something interesting. Following with his eyes, then when he saw an oppertunity he approached the person. "Bonjour~ Want to dance with moi?" He asked as he came even closer. Francis didn't know the thing called "Personal space" obviously.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Sept 14, 2010 9:25:39 GMT -7
Feliks was just trying to relax. He'd finished his first shift at the restaurant and had been told to mingle or something. His next shift wasn't for a few hours, so he had time. He'd thought the dance floor would be the perfect place to mingle, though now he wasn't too sure. He kept forgetting how shy he was without alcohol. He couldn't drink on the job though!
Someone approached him and Feliks froze. Him! That was the man who was performing while he was trying to serve drinks and food! What was he doing here?
Oh God! Oh God! He was talking to him! Feliks had to say something! He couldn't just look like an idiot! He smoothed his pink satin dress over his thighs and looked up. "Uh, like sure?" he said, not meeting the blond stranger's eyes. "I'd like totally love to?"
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Post by frannie on Sept 14, 2010 13:14:18 GMT -7
Francis chuckled. So cute. He came a little closer. "Don't be shy~ I'm not going to eat you." He told the other and winked. His voice told Francis that it was a boy. Well the Frenchman swung both ways so he didn't mind a pretty boy in a nice dress, non?
He smiled as he dragged they boy further on the dancefloor and start dancing. A new song started to play. Quite some people were dancing, but he didn't pay attention to the rest, his eyes were focussed on his dance partner.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Sept 14, 2010 14:38:15 GMT -7
Feliks blushed at the wink. This guy was like the Casanova, only minus the creepy incest part--hopefully minus the creepy incest part. He was about to pull away, change his mind and go hide somewhere. But the man grabbed him and pulled him to the dancefloor.
He, Feliks thought as he was pressed up against the other, was a very good dancer. He smiled and looked up--a mistake. The blond's attention was focused solely on Feliks and he looked down, face bright pink.
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Post by frannie on Sept 15, 2010 10:00:02 GMT -7
Francis chuckled even more. This boy was so shy, he would have to make him loosen up a bit. He smiled and lifted the other's chin. "Don't hide such a pretty face." He told him and tried to get him dancing with him.
Pretty company, but a little too shy for his taste. Hmn...could be cute too. Though Francis was now focusses on getting the other to become a little more daring and actually dance with him. "I'm Francis, by ze way." He said a little louder as the music was turned up loud. "Et toi?" He asked the boy.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Sept 15, 2010 20:18:55 GMT -7
Pretty company, but a little too shy for his taste. Hmn...could be cute too. Though Francis was now focusses on getting the other to become a little more daring and actually dance with him. "I'm Francis, by ze way." He said a little louder as the music was turned up loud. "Et toi?" He asked the boy.
Feliks blinked up wide-eyed and cursing his unbearable shyness. He took a breath. If he worked here he'd eventually get to know him... And he seemed nice, and he called Feliks pretty. That was definitely a plus. Not that Feliks was susceptible to flattery. He just liked it.
He smiled shy up at the other. Francis. He liked that name, And it totally wasn't because it started with his favorite letter either. He moved to the beat of the song, eyes still on Francis. Relax, Feliks, he told himself, you can dance, You've so totally got this.
"I'm Feliks," he said. "Nice to meet you."
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Post by frannie on Sept 16, 2010 2:14:34 GMT -7
Francis smiled. "Feliks? Pretty name for a pretty boy." He told him and gave him a wink. He moved along on the beat of the song that was play. "Nice to meet you too~" He said as he continued dancing with Feliks.
Pretty, cute, shy definately good company for tonight, non? Francis was glad he had found such interesting company for now.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Sept 16, 2010 14:09:52 GMT -7
Feliks smiled shyly back. Okay, this wasn't so bad. He was just being nice and a bit friendly. That was okay. It totally didn't make Feliks want to run away and hide. Nope. Not at all. He smiled again, less innocently. Boy. Yes, because he wasn't dressed to fool anyone. The dress was a bit too low cut to hide the lack of certain assets and the club apparently did care if Feliks was dressed to pass or not.
The smile stayed on Feliks' face and he felt himself relaxing a bit. Francis. The name sounded different than the names he was used to in Louisiana. Certainly different from the names of Chicago, and far removed from the Candies, Mandies, and Honies of the strip. "So, like where are you from?" Feliks asked, smile still playing on his lips.
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Post by frannie on Sept 17, 2010 6:49:08 GMT -7
Francis noticed the smile on the other's lips. So he did enjoy the company of the Frenchman. He got a little closer. "From France, country of love~" He purred softly, close to Feliks.
He smiled and created some space. "Et toi, Feliks?" He didn't seem like he came from America.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Sept 17, 2010 11:07:47 GMT -7
Feliks giggled. How cliche! Still, his heart was racing as the Frenchman drew closer to him. He smiled up at him and edged closer. He bit his lip when Francis drew back. Did he? He thought for sure the man would kiss him then...
"Oh, you know, around," Feliks said evasively. "Here and there. Places."
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Post by frannie on Sept 18, 2010 0:06:42 GMT -7
Francis came little closer. "Interesting..." He stroked the other's hair. "What kind of places?" He asked him as he leaned in closely. Normal person wouldn't do this, but hey Francis didn't know what "Personal space" meant. He liked to be close to other's.
(sorry for the short post ;n;)
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Sept 18, 2010 1:22:23 GMT -7
Feliks grinned and leaned up. "Oh you know, Louisiana, Chicago, a lot like of places between those two and then like here," he said with a toss of his hair. He tended to Louisiana out of any description. Feliks hoped that Francis would just assume that when he said Louisiana, he meant New Orleans. That was almost like France? Closer than Chicago at least.
He put a hand on Francis' arm. "So you like work here?"
(It's totally okay! ^^)
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Post by frannie on Sept 18, 2010 2:54:09 GMT -7
Francis nodded. "Indeed interesting places..." He said smirking. Feliks was sure interesting. He didn't seem so shy anymore. This could get interesting, hmn? He smiled back innocently as the other put a hand on his arm. He put an arm around the other's waist. "Oui, I do, and you too, non?" He asked him pulling Feliks a little closer.
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Post by Feliks Łukasiewicz on Sept 18, 2010 16:44:05 GMT -7
Interesting was right, Feliks thought. He caught Francis' look and smiled, squeezing his arm. Feliks let Francis pull him closer, ducking his head to get a look at his little watch. His break was long, but it wasn't that long. The watch face was just out of view and Francis had asked a question.
"Yeah, but I'm like only a waiter," Feliks said. He moved his wrist to the side, pushing down on Francis' arm. Better he could see the watch face. He leaned up, on tip-toes, trying to get a look at his watch.
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Post by frannie on Sept 19, 2010 14:04:51 GMT -7
Francis smiled and pulled him even closer. "Mais, waiters can be quite interesting too." He purred softly. Then he noticed that the other tried to look on his watch. The Frenchman chuckled lightly. "Wanting to leave already? Am I zat boring, hmn?" He asked him teasingly. He knew the other was just checking what time it was because he was still at work.
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