"that Is A Fair Point But, Hey, I'm Not The One Calling The Shots Around Here. We Have A Lot Of Asinine

"that is a fair point but, hey, i'm not the one calling the shots around here. we have a lot of asinine policies around here that feel more aligned with a club. i think they are trying to keep up with the times," he mused. cocking his brow, he let his head tilt to the side with pursed lips at the mention of being able to pay for finlay to clean things while being shirtless. "you know, when you originally told me you were a freelance worker i simply assumed you were basically from a temp agency. now you're just starting to sound like a glorified escort." he teased. "--but i'll have to keep that in mind in case i ever need help cleaning my place up." see, it was moments like this that made the vampire enjoy these slow nights. he could actually hold a conversation and flirt with finlay rather than having to practically ignore him in favor of tending to a crowded bar full of patrons. "careful, give me that kind of power and you'll never wear a shirt again." he mused with a lick of his lips and a loose smirk.

relaxing against the bar counter, he let out a soft sigh and watched the other work. the one patron they had was still nursing the same beer while they rambled on the phone, paying finlay and elgin little to no mind; the vampire could have found something else to do but, for now, he was enjoying letting the other distract him. "oh, it was horrible. i was absolutely soaked, didn't have a change of clothes, and i had to spend the entire night listening to alpha after alpha make some poor attempt at a joke about how wet i was for them. it was painful."

"I'd expect something like that to happening in a more club like setting. Here. Not so much." He playfully responded back as he gave the other a smile. "If people wanna see me clean shirtless then they just gotta hire me to do so. I am a freelancer after all." The weredog winked. To be fair, he had done it before. Nothing happened afterwards but he got paid handsomely for it. "and besides, if you wanna see me shirtless. You just gotta ask."

Following the bartender's instructions, he set the glasses in and closed the door. He was genuinely surprised that it did just start like the other had said. It felt weird that it would but who was he to comment on it. Turning to face Elgin, he found himself chuckling at the end of his story. "You did? That would have been hilarious to see."

meme day prompt - @atlantianfell sent 12b for raen/hector

friends weren't something he was concerned with. even just the word seemed to annoy him. he certainly didn't go out of his way since arriving in new haven to make people like him, let alone tolerate him, but if he was going to ease up for anyone it might as well be a fellow merfolk; who just happened to be an alpha as well.

cramped in his bed, lips distracted from his usual grumblings by the other's, he groaned against the blondes mouth as he pumped his fist around raen's length-- which, the treatment was mutual; raen's own arm stretched out, resting against hector's muscular torso, as he gripped his own hand tight around him and returned the favor. "ᚤᛟᚢ ᚺᚨᚡᛖ ᛋᛟᛗᛖ ᚺᛖᚠᛏ*" he teased. "now-- i know why... staring when we left... jealous."

meme day prompt - @allfangnostake sent 23a for cj/tristan

rather than spending another night on his own, or making questionable choices at one of the bars in new haven, the fairy chose to call on a new friend of his. it wasn't anything special, having cornelius refer to you as a friend. in his mind everyone he met, and even those he hadn't, were a friend. so while he might have used that term for everyone tristan should have felt special, at least, in the fact he was the first person the fairy thought to call. and the intentions were innocent-- really they were. cj wanted to get to know him more. he just wanted to spend the night talking and drinking with him. he had no other intentions.

well, for someone with no other intentions, it certainly didn't take long for the two of them to wind up naked; cj climbing onto tristan's lap as he sat back on the loveseat he helped move into the place. it was fitting, in a way. moaning as he lowered himself onto the other's arousal and began steadily bouncing himself, his right hand fell to grip onto tristan's powerful thigh to support himself as he looked back over his shoulder and watched as the other disappeared into him.

closed event starter || @auricfairyleo

forced out of the group home against his own will-- something about not being such a grouch and actually integrating himself into the community that had taken him in or some other bullshit like that-- the merman was trying to play along and enjoy the festivities that were currently littering the streets. he didn't care much for what it was about, he wasn't touched by the moon like so many other's were, but even he could appreciate a hero's sacrifice; even if it was just from some lumbering land mass like a bear. a hero is a hero.

he already wasn't known for having the best temperament and, well, the people working the food booth he regretfully stopped at seemed as if they only wanted to make it worse. "ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᚨᚱᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚾᛟᛏ ᚢᚾᛞᛖᚱᛋᛏᚨᚾᛞᛁᚾᚷ*?" his voice was a low, frustrated grumble as he glared at the person behind the counter while pointing at the food he wanted. "give." he even put his stubbornnes on pause just long enough to try speaking english and yet they still wanted to act as if they couldn't understand.

in an act of frustration, he turned away from the booth to look for someone that could help him; even though he had no intention of really asking. reaching out as someone caught his attention, and came close enough to him, the merman grabbed the pretty little thing and pulled him over to stand next to him at the food booth. he didn't know what a bearclaw was, or if it was even good, but he was hungry and he wasn't about to walk away now without it. "get... me," he growled, using english again, as he looked at the man he was forcing to help him; his left hand squeezing tight around the blonde's bicep as his right hand pointed at the themed pastry.

"mhmm, it's a new policy they just started," he continued his playful, and in his opinion harmless, teasing. "something about wanting to show off our bartenders and give people a treat, watching you flex and all while you clean the glasses by hand." pity he didn't make himself sound more believable. finlay almost seemed gullible enough to have gone along with it and, well, no one would have complained about that. chuckling under his breath, that toothy grin still showing flashes of his fangs, he set the shaker down he'd been holding and walked over to join the other at the dishwasher.

"it's actually fairly straight forward. pull the door open and load everything in," he explained as he moved to lean against the bar counter, arms crossing over his chest as he kept his attention on finlay, "and once you shut the door it automatically runs on it's own. you don't have to push a button or anything. you do, though, want to give it a least three minutes or so to go through the whole cycle-- i've made the mistake of opening it too soon and wound up soaked. that was a long night."

The bar seemed rather cosy. To an extent. Though he was here on a night that wasn't busy. He wasn't sure how things were when it was. Maybe it didn't have the cosy vibe. Either way, he was enjoying himself and he was thankful for Elgin for giving him some tips when it came to pouring pints. Could he see himself doing this work more. Perhaps not but that wouldn't stop him from helping out when he could.

"My shirt? Policy?" Finlay uttered out in response. "How...how does that help me clean them?" He tilted his head in thought. Was he to use his shirt to wipe the glasses or was it so the water didn't splash in his shirt? Or was Elgin just teasing him. Either way, he smiled as he set the glasses down near the dishwasher. "I don't have a change of clothes with me so best just to let the machine do it." He began to place the tumblers in, back to Elgin. "How do you turn it on?"

@wintertouched || a closed starter for raen and øyvindullr.

though he wasn't going to admit it out loud, even he was a bit impressed with how far new haven had gone to make sure every species that found themselves living stuck there was comfortable. rising out of the salt water lake, which really was a marvel, he began to wrap a towel around himself since he was in public and, according to some of the people around the group home that complained when he walked around naked, modesty was best and errant smirk began to form on the usually crabby merman's lips as he saw him approaching.

again, he wouldn't dare to claim he had made any friends here in new haven but out of everyone he had bumped into so far øyvindullr was certainly the most tolerable. he respected the other; considered him an equal. gods forbid, he might even go as far as admitting he liked having the other around.

"ᚨᚱᛖ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚠᛟᛚᛚᛟᚹᛁᚾᚷ ᛗᛖ?*" he questioned, his tone teasing as he finished tying the towel around his waist with a knot. "can you not... sleep?" raen added on as he turned to face the other fully.

"let... me guess..." stepping forward, his eyes dropped to look the other over as that smirk managed to linger on his features. "ᚤᛟᚢ ᚨᚱᛖ ᛟᚢᛏ ᛚᛟᛟᚴᛁᚾᚷ ᚠᛟᚱ ᚨᚾ ᛟᛗᛖᚷᚨ ᛏᛟ ᛒᚢᚱᚤ ᚤᛟᚢᚱ ᚴᚾᛟᛏ ᛁᚾᛏᛟ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚾᛁᚷᚺᛏ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚤᛖᛏ ᚤᛟᚢ ᚠᛟᚢᚾᛞ ᛗᛖ. ᛁ ᚨᛗ ᚾᛟ ᛟᛗᛖᚷᚨ.**" though that wasn't him saying no.