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[harshboldcharm]

 "Hey," he says, leaning against the wall just outside the bar. It's late, so people aren't really filtering into the place anymore. Instead they've either made themselves comfortable inside or they've left for another place. Wylie, on the other hand, has nowhere to fucking go tonight, so he has no problem with hanging around and kind of looking over the sexy bouncer standing around and watching his post. Isn't that adorable. 

"Long night or not bad?" he asks, just making conversation to start. Wylie wants a feel for the guy. He wants to <I>feel</I> the guy. Hah.

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[war_n_peace]

There's still a couple of hours left to go of the night, but at least things are starting to wind down. But that doesn't mean Warren can relax. By now people are starting to be far from sober and that can always mean trouble.

Now, though, he's simply watching the door, keeping an eye on the people milling around outside for some fresh air or a smoke while his two partners make their rounds inside the bar.

Most of the time he's left alone. The customers have better things to do than to spend time on the bouncers. But sometimes someone will talk to him. Like now.

The guy is just to his right, leaning against the wall close to the door. Warren turns slightly towards him to respond. "Gonna have to go with both." There hasn't been much trouble tonight, things mostly calm. Unfortunately, that tends to make the hours seem longer, when he's just keeping watch more or less.

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"Boring," Wylie replies, leaning back against the wall and looking over at the guy. He looks him up and down with no hiding that's what he's doing. Wylie can appreciate a broad dude like him. He, himself, is wiry and scrappy, but this guy has muscle to him.

"How late you gotta be here?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

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The thing with Warren is that he's always oblivious when someone shows interest in him. But even he can't quite miss being looked over like that. Still, it mostly just leaves him somewhat confused which hr has no problem hiding. He's very used to hiding what he's thinking. "That depends entirely on if there's trouble around closing time or not."

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"That sucks, though. Means you gotta be here until the bar shuts down and then you can't get a drink on your own," he says, "I mean, you could always go home... with someone." Wylie is a little bit tipsy, so he's definitely a little bit goofy and he wiggles his eyebrows at the beefcake guarding the door.

[war_n_peace]

...weird guy. Gotta wonder how much he's had to drink, if Warren should send him on his way or not.

"Yeah, no," he replies with a snort. "I'll be here until closing. Then I'm going home to sleep."

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"Awh, c'mon, man," Wylie rolls his eyes at him. "All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." And on the other end of this, you have Wylie who is all play and no work and it makes him a fucking lunatic, most of the time. It's no wonder people think he's some crazy homeless guy with a motorcycle.

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"All work and no play makes Warren very tired," he counters flatly. "But better that than going all axe-happy." ...and now he's in a mood to watch The Shining. He'll be falling asleep on the couch with the TV on tonight, isn't he? Yeah, he is.

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"Axe-happy. That's not a totally terrifying thing to bring up in casual conversation, "Wylie jokes with him. "What's your name? Just in case you lose it and I can be a witness when your name comes up in the paper."

[war_n_peace]

That first comment earns Wylie an amused snort and a slight smile. Warren is used to be accused of being terrifying. Or, well... More intimidating these days than terrifying. He's got a better grip on his temper nowadays, at least.

But seriously, what is this guy going on about? "My last comment ought to be a good clue."

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"Oh... fuck, you said your name. Warren. I just thought you were picking another name other than Jack. Like you didn't know how that idiom went. Is that an idiom?" Wylie is rambling. He's a bit ADD as far as his life goes, so there's always that.

"I'm Wylie. Like the coyote," he adds, thrusting his right hand out and directed to Warren with a grin. Yes, he means to shake your hand, Warren.

[war_n_peace]

Warren is working. But that doesn't mean he has to be rude. Sometimes you simply have to indulge the drunken behavior of the people around. Giving Wylie a once-over he makes a quick assessment that, no, the guy isn't likely to try anything stupid. So he takes Wylie's hand in a firm and very warm grip for a shake. "Nice to meet you." He's only about half-honest. But, y'know. Working. But they guy hasn't been obnoxious or difficult or causing any trouble, so he's got that going for him.

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He hasn't been obnoxious yet. That is a favorite pastime of his, though. He likes being a crazy person about some stuff. Keeps it interesting when his brain is begging for some kind of stimulation.

"Nice to meet you, too," he says, again looking him over, "You from here?"

[war_n_peace]

"Naah." Before he has a chance to answer further there's raised voices from just nearby, a drunk guy who's hassling a girl. Wylie is promptly abandoned, and half a minute later after a failed attempt to calm down the guy and having to had to dodge a sloppy swing of a fist, Warren has him pinned down on the ground in a firm hold. One of his colleagues comes out shortly after, and the circus of getting the guy into the hands of the proper authorities starts. It all happens surprisingly quickly and efficiently, and soon the guy is taken away in the back of a police car.

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Wylie is watching from where he is casually leaning against the wall and watching all this unfold. He's impressed with how swiftly the bouncer deals with the drunk guy. It isn't long before he's got the drunken moron pinned down and then passed off to police.

"That looked fun," he calls to him, looking as relaxed as ever as he leans there.

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"Yeah, hilarious," Warren responds as he returns to his post by the door, a bit more growly now when he's got an increased measure of adrenaline still running through his system. Breathing a deep sigh he wills himself to relax. Time always crawls by if he's tense.

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Wylie looks at him, out to the street and back to him. "You're kind of a downer, Warren. For a handsome guy who could probably have whoever he wanted..." Wylie shakes his head and doesn't finish that part of the sentence.

"I'd love to help you be a little happier," he says next.

[war_n_peace]

Que one raised eyebrow. Not even he can misinterpret He may be oblivious most of the time, but he has certainly been hit on while working before, but... It's usually women.

If anything, he just seems surprised. But before he has a chance to respond there's another interruption, this time by one of his colleagues - a big guy in his fifties - who comes to trade places with him. "Go on in, kid. Let a man get some fresh air. Besides, I know how much you hate the door. Go on, git."

And so, without further adue, he gives Wylie a look and a shrug, and disappears into the crowded bar.

[harshboldcharm]

Wylie doesn't follow Warren into the bar. That looks like stalking and he's not about to go and do that. Instead, he nods to the older gentleman, gives a farewell salute and heads on down the street.

Two nights later, Wylie makes a trip to that same bar and finds that the bouncer wasn't there, which was dissappointing. He spent some time flirting with a female bartender and asking about him. She didn't give up much, despite what Wylie thinks are flawless charming tactics.

The next day is when he suddenly notices a man, running and bounding off of curbs and walls and planters and whatever else that he realizes he's seeing that same fucking bouncer. He stands there, in the path that Warren is taking. Wylie tilts his head, holding a cigarette in between his fingers at his side and watches. The man has an incredible range of motion, watching how he manages to know where all of his limbs are at once. Wylie has a hard time not running into coffee tables on a regular basis, he can't imagine doing this.

As Warren gets closer, Wylie applauds him, "that's pretty good, bro."

[war_n_peace]

When Warren runs he tends to be in his own little world. He's certainly aware of of the world around him, from the static objects he can use to make his path, to the people moving around him that he needs to avoid. But he's still very centered within himself, concentrated on what he's doing. That's why he's right up close to the tall, wiry man before he even notices, coming to a stop at the applause, crouched on a railing at the top of some stairs.

It takes him a few seconds to recognize him. "Wylie, wasn't it?"

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Wylie grins when he remembers his name. "Yeah," he says, taking one last drag from the cigarette and then stamping it out against the concrete. He's got his eyes narrowed against the light hitting his face.

"So, you what? Vigilante training?" he asks, and then gets a big smile, "Are you the Bat Man?"

[war_n_peace]

He can't help a chuckle at that. "Oh yeah. I'm a genuine superhero." What makes it funnier is that, well, he is. Or at least was, and it's not at all unlikely that he will be again.

He pushed off from the railing and lands smoothly next to Wylie with nothing but a a quiet thud as the soles of his sneakers hit the pavement. "Or it's just a workout."

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Wylie leans in a little, playfully looking him over, "I would say that sounds like a cover up. Thou dost protest to much."

Leave it to Wylie to invade personal space a little more than he should, but he's still looking at this guy. He's drawn in my him. Maybe it's that sort of aloofness to the whole thing.

"Hey, you never told me if you'd let me take you out," he says. Really Wylie? Is that what you asked? No one believes you that it was so innocent as that.

[war_n_peace]

The thing with Warren is that things like flirting and romantic encounters or relationships have never played a big part in his life. He's never really thought about a guy in any romantic or sexual way, but then again he doesn't think that about women either half the time. People are people, and people first. Gender doesn't really matter when things are usually kept at a platonic level, and thus pretty secondary. The idea of a guy hitting on him - which is impossible not to notice, even he's not that blind - is simply unusual more than anything else.

"I don't remember you asking," he simply says, looking somewhat skeptical but not really put off.

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"That's fair," Wylie says, "I don't usually ask. Usually I tell people they're going out with me. I mean, c'mon, I'm really hard to turn down."

He gives an open armed gesture to imply that, hell yeah, I'm awesome.

Wylie seems to have a similar but opposite response to gender. It isn't that he sees certain people as possible sexual partners but rather that he sees people as people and potential sexual partners.

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"I see." The guy was cocky as hell and way too full of himself. But, Warren had to admit, he was at least fun. "And that usually works for you?"

He remained somewhat skeptical, but he couldn't help but to be kind of impressed He sure as hell would never manage that relaxed and sure as hell way of flirting with someone else. Hell, he didn't even know how to flirt, period.