"Must be kind of shitty. Life like that. If you play with people and all, and people don't matter, then you're just... alone." Shit. That was sad. To be that isolated in the world where the only fucking thing that motivated like 99.9999999% of people was love and connections and people. Fucking beautiful people. "It's kind of sad."
Wait. He just insulted super powerful guy. He frowned and then paused, looking at Barty for a moment and wincing. "No offence." He tried a smile, looking at his goo again before just eating the bread as is. "But cheers, I guess. But I ain't hot to most. I'm short, I'm not built, I'm a dime a dozen sort in the gay clubs."
"I'm tall. Why would I need you to be tall?" What was the issue with him being short? He supposed he didn't have Sam's power, but Sam's power had never been the draw anyway. Part of the package and undeniably appealing, but not what really sparked his interest. "I bet you're a good shag. Stop selling yourself short."
He hadn't really meant for that to be an order, but whatever. A very powerful way of affirmation, what was bad about that?
"Bring the main! I don't think Bill here is thrilled with your starter." The waiters were scrambling and Barty looked at Bill again. "I've always been alone. Well. Almost always. I got used to it."
Bill shrugged and watched them take the plate, finishing his bread before he spoke again. And yeah, he was not selling himself short now as he looked Barty dead in the eyes and went for it. "I'm a great fucking shag, it's relationships I can't get. But I'm passed that shit. I don't care about people and they definitely don't care about me. All I want these days is to fuck around."
Love was a dead dream and he accepted that. "We can fuck before we part ways. Lemme show you how good I am. I got fucking stamina, I'm verse and I'll do anything. I've done so weird shit." That he was not proud of.
"I've done weirder shit." Stood to reason. Obviously. Still, he couldn't deny that he appreciated the way Bill spoke about himself now. Much more appealing. "You'll come with me tonight."
He didn't ask him, he never saw the point in asking. It happened anymore, when he wanted it. "Then you can show me just how verse you are." He was amused by that, for so many reasons. "You have a nice body."
So much like Sam's used to be when they first met. He gained some since then, a bit of muscle, slightly less scrawny. There was a nostalgia factor there.
Bill grinned and then the waiter came over with the food. Okay, this was better. It was meat, it looked normal and besides a random pineapple, it was all things he'd eat. So he did. It was pretty good too. He supposed that was what happened when you had a really good cut of meat. "I don't mind what I'm doing. I'll put it in you or you in me. Whatever. They're both fun."
He didn't mind either way, as long as he was fucking. "I assume you don't have a boyfriend, going by the 'people don't matter' stuff." Well, he aske Bill so could Bill not ask him?
"No, I don't have a boyfriend. Not now." It had been years now, hadn't it? Sometimes it was difficult to keep track. Time hardly seemed to matter when it wasn't spent with Sam. No matter. He was closing in on Sam now anyway. He wondered whether Sam knew yet. He wondered how often he still thought of him.
"I'm leaving tomorrow. You should come with me. I get bored in the car sometimes." And he didn't like having the radio going. Bill could be like a radio that didn't get on his nerves.
It wasn't an optional thing, Bill didn't even notice that he was agreeable, he just agreed. Maybe tomorrow he'd find it nuts but today, he shrugged. "Sure, I can come. I don't have much going on here. Though you might have to stop so I can get some clothes, maybe an ice pack. My face fucking kills."
He had a dull headache and he felt like shit but he was sure some painkillers, fresh air and sleep would really pick him up off the ground. "Where are we going?"
"We'll get you taken care of." Clothes, sure. And he'd make sure Bill got treated properly, he was sure he could do that tonight before sleeping even. A neighbour was bound to have what they needed and be happy to take care of him.
"We're going to Cardiff." He'd never been, but he'd casually scoped out some property he might be interested in. "It's somehow become the place to be."
Cardiff? Really? Well, he'd never been to Wales before, at least it was interesting. "The Welsh have good rugby players." Was all Bill could think to add before he got up, walking over to his discarded joggers so he could pull out his cigarettes. He sat back down and pulled one out, putting it in his mouth and fumbling to find his lighter too.
"Going for work or pleasure?" He asked with the cigarette between his lips, just curious why they had to go all the way to Cardiff.
That was a good question. Work or pleasure. Because he had to, because he wanted to. Because he needed to confess his love to Sam and prove him wrong in every single bloody point he'd made. "Don't smoke."
All right, so that was an order. But it wasn't as if smoking was good for Bill, so was it really so bad to tell him? He didn't see why. Barely counted.
"I'm going because I want to. So. Pleasure, I suppose. And I'll make sure it's pleasurable for you too, darling."
Bill put the cigarette aside without even noticing and just played with the lighter instead. "I'm sure it'll be pleasurable. I'm riding with an untouchable bloke that can do anything." And wasn't that just exciting. He smiled and then went back to his food, happily eating what he had from this place and wondering what Barty would do in Cardiff. Sight see, maybe?
"If nothing else, we can do a pub crawl."
So hey - Cardiff? The land of possibilities. Clearly.
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Wait. He just insulted super powerful guy. He frowned and then paused, looking at Barty for a moment and wincing. "No offence." He tried a smile, looking at his goo again before just eating the bread as is. "But cheers, I guess. But I ain't hot to most. I'm short, I'm not built, I'm a dime a dozen sort in the gay clubs."
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He hadn't really meant for that to be an order, but whatever. A very powerful way of affirmation, what was bad about that?
"Bring the main! I don't think Bill here is thrilled with your starter." The waiters were scrambling and Barty looked at Bill again. "I've always been alone. Well. Almost always. I got used to it."
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Bill shrugged and watched them take the plate, finishing his bread before he spoke again. And yeah, he was not selling himself short now as he looked Barty dead in the eyes and went for it. "I'm a great fucking shag, it's relationships I can't get. But I'm passed that shit. I don't care about people and they definitely don't care about me. All I want these days is to fuck around."
Love was a dead dream and he accepted that. "We can fuck before we part ways. Lemme show you how good I am. I got fucking stamina, I'm verse and I'll do anything. I've done so weird shit." That he was not proud of.
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He didn't ask him, he never saw the point in asking. It happened anymore, when he wanted it. "Then you can show me just how verse you are." He was amused by that, for so many reasons. "You have a nice body."
So much like Sam's used to be when they first met. He gained some since then, a bit of muscle, slightly less scrawny. There was a nostalgia factor there.
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Bill grinned and then the waiter came over with the food. Okay, this was better. It was meat, it looked normal and besides a random pineapple, it was all things he'd eat. So he did. It was pretty good too. He supposed that was what happened when you had a really good cut of meat. "I don't mind what I'm doing. I'll put it in you or you in me. Whatever. They're both fun."
He didn't mind either way, as long as he was fucking. "I assume you don't have a boyfriend, going by the 'people don't matter' stuff." Well, he aske Bill so could Bill not ask him?
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"I'm leaving tomorrow. You should come with me. I get bored in the car sometimes." And he didn't like having the radio going. Bill could be like a radio that didn't get on his nerves.
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He had a dull headache and he felt like shit but he was sure some painkillers, fresh air and sleep would really pick him up off the ground. "Where are we going?"
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"We're going to Cardiff." He'd never been, but he'd casually scoped out some property he might be interested in. "It's somehow become the place to be."
He didn't get it fully himself.
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"Going for work or pleasure?" He asked with the cigarette between his lips, just curious why they had to go all the way to Cardiff.
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All right, so that was an order. But it wasn't as if smoking was good for Bill, so was it really so bad to tell him? He didn't see why. Barely counted.
"I'm going because I want to. So. Pleasure, I suppose. And I'll make sure it's pleasurable for you too, darling."
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"If nothing else, we can do a pub crawl."
So hey - Cardiff? The land of possibilities. Clearly.