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Post by Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke on Feb 22, 2019 6:51:02 GMT
 Everyone deserves a little oblivion
Married life with a brand new baby was exactly what his parents had told him it would be. His relationship with Clementine was as strong as ever, having learned of her secret life and making himself a part of it to prove his support of her and their way of life, not to mention the ecstasy of seeing a perfect little mix of Burke and Nott asleep in his cot. Alexander was perfect in every sense of the word, right down to his perfectly functioning lungs. Lucian had spent much of the day at home with Clem and Alex but the crying was becoming a bit much for him to manage and he knew that if he didn’t have a reprieve soon he would snap at Clementine who was only doing her best to keep the babe quiet and content. Lucian couldn’t fault her for their child being fussy, it was what infants did best and Lucian had been warned not to expect silence in the home for some time. In fact, his mum had advised him that with a child, silence meant something worrisome was happening. That was not the advice Lucian had wanted to hear but he took it on the chin and reminded himself of it whenever the fussing became too much. Leaving with Clementine and Alexander with a nanny, in case Clem decided to have a witches night out as he had suggested, Lucian headed out to meet friends in an environment full of a completely different sort of raucous noise.
Not the sort of place one would expect a man of Lucian’s status to be found, he and his mates had agreed to meet up at the Rellik Tavern in Whimsic Alley for a few rounds of billiards and pints. The Hook had finished their most recent tour not that long ago, and Lucian had demanded that when Raph was back in town they would get together. Plans had been delayed with the arrival of Alexander Theodoric Lucian Burke but tonight everyone’s schedules had aligned, and Lucian stepped into the seedy dive bar and scanned the tables for signs of his rock star friend. Ordering a pitcher of beer and paying for a set of balls, Lucian set up the pool table and poured himself a glass of cold beer. He picked out a cue and chalked the tip, spotting his friend in the crowd and nodding his head in a silent greeting as he acknowledged the man’s presence.
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Post by Raphael Caspian Hookum on Feb 26, 2019 16:37:14 GMT
 Yeah, there was a funky singer playing in a rock and roll band The tavern was busy, as was fitting for a Friday night, and Raph seemed to be the first there. He'd agreed to meet Lucian for a few pints and a catch up, but had apparently been a tad overeager. Never mind. There were plenty of people there to keep him company, and Raph could talk to most people without too much fuss. He wore a simple t-shirt and jeans, his leather jacket slung over his arm as he chatted happily to a lad he'd just met twenty minutes ago. Frank? He thought it was Frank, but it could have been Fred or something similar, he wasn't the best with names. Anyway, Frank was a mechanic, and had offered to give Raph's car a magical tune up for a cheap price one day next week. He seemed like a top bloke, and they'd exchanged numbers. There hadn't even been a mention of Raph being famous, which just made him like Frank even more. Anonymity was hard to come by these days. The bromance was going swimmingly until Raph spotted a gorgeous blonde across the bar. He watched as Goldilocks ordered a pitcher of beer and grinned. Just his type. Even better, the pool table was being set up. He had no choice, he had to make eye contact, and to his delight he got a little nod of encouragement in return. He excused himself from Frank's company, giving the lad a quick hug and at least ten pats on the back as they took a while to say goodbye and promised at least four times that they'd keep in touch, and that Raph really would take his car in. Of course he would, he loved a good discount and his car had seen better days if he was honest, he didn't have the time to look after it like he should have. He crossed the bar with a grin on his face, blue eyes twinkling as he approached the blonde. "Alright, gorgeous," he greeted, pointing to the pitcher of beer. "Pour us a drink and I'll show you a good time." He winked. Stared. Flirted for a few more seconds before bursting into laughter and embracing Lucian Burke with a bear hug. "Looshy Bear," he said into Lucian's overly muscled shoulder, pulling away and examining his old friend with a critical eye. "You don't look like you've just had a babe," he said. "You've got your figure back already." There were a few shadows here and there on Lucian's face, but he supposed tiny people made you tired. It had been a while since they'd seen each other, and having a baby was a pretty big change in a person's life, Loosh looked like he was coping well with it on the outside. Beer would tell how he was doing on the inside. _______________________ tag: Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke words: 505 notes: <3 outfit: Everyone loves an Irish boy.[googlefont="Stalemate"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke on Mar 16, 2019 20:06:23 GMT
Everyone deserves a little oblivion
The handsome brunette approached and if Lucian had at all been inclined toward men, he certainly would have swooned over the greeting Raph gave him. He knew from observation that those baby blues worked wonders on the ladies but the flirty looks only made Lucian chuckle. “So famous now we can’t even pour our own drinks? You pompous sod.” Loosh broke into a wide grin and embraced his friend’s lean build, the pool stick he was holding tapping on his friend’s bum accidentally but with perfect timing. Raph made a joke about Lucian’s post-baby body and Lucian patted his trim stomach. “Never thought I’d be able to lose it all.” Loosh had gained a couple sympathy pounds while Clementine had been pregnant, but nothing compared to the transformation his wife’s body had undergone. She had already lost a tremendous amount of the baby weight but there was still more to go. He only ever complimented her though, knowing from experiences with past girlfriends that total honesty was not always appreciated when it came to a woman, and besides, Clem still made herself presentable and put in the effort. She wasn’t one of those witches who gave up on everything just because they’d had a child. She really was a pretty perfect wife considering their situation, but Lucian needed some time away from her and the baby. He needed to go out with the lads – it was nearing three months since his last big night away – and most importantly he needed to be wooed by a sexy musician who called him Looshy Bear and complimented his physique. Handing Raph the pool stick, he turned toward the table where the pitcher of beer, his own glass, and an empty glass sat. “You break, pretty boy. I’ll pour the beers.” He turned his eyes up to Raph's. "And I expect that good time," he added with a cheesy wink.
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Post by Raphael Caspian Hookum on Mar 26, 2019 16:53:30 GMT
Yeah, there was a funky singer playing in a rock and roll band Half an hour later and the lads were well into it. The beer was going down a treat, and they'd won a game of pool each. Raph was laughing through his words as he finished the story he'd been telling Lucian about the concert in France. "-and ye know me, I don't speak a word of French, so we drove in circles around Paris while I tried to pronounce the name of my bleedin' hotel. He took me to the wrong hotel twice before we figured it out." He sipped his beer happily as he recalled the tale of getting lost on the way back to his hotel. The driver had been pretty patient with him, he had to admit, but Raph had learned a lesson when he'd realised how much the long-winded journey would cost. Learn French! Or get a bloody translator, it probably would have been cheaper than the taxi ride. "Ye speak French, don't ye?" he asked Loosh, unable to remember. He knew one of his mates could get around Paris without much trouble, but Raph couldn't remember for the life of him which one. Loosh had a good education, it could have been him. "Come and be my translator next time we're over there," he laughed, picking up the pitcher of beer and filling both their glasses again. "Ye can bring yer lad, introduce him to the rockstar lifestyle early." He didn't know when the band would be back in France, it could be months or years until their next gig there, but friends were always welcome to tag along and enjoy the ride. "Speaking of, when do I get to meet the fruit of your loins?" he asked, attempting to pot a ball and missing. He held the cue out to Lucian, thinking it was time to meet the son of one of his closest friends. Raph knew he was away a lot, and missed out on a lot of big events in people's lives, but he would always try and make an effort once he was back home. He even had a little present for the baby tucked away at home that he'd been meaning to pop around to the Burkes at some point. _______________________ tag: Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke words: 403 notes: <3 outfit: Everyone loves an Irish boy.[googlefont="Stalemate"][googlefont="Cinzel Decorative"] |
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Post by Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke on May 28, 2019 5:01:28 GMT
Everyone deserves a little oblivion
Lucian looked up at his friend who was well into his story now. Getting lost in Paris was easily accomplished, even if you did speak the language, which Lucian indeed did. He could just hear Raph’s thick Irish accent trying to get his tongue around the delicacy of the French language and mangling it like a butcher’s apprentice on his first day. “Aye, I do.” He answered, taking the pool stick from Raph and sizing up the table. “Doesn’t mean I want to go play tour guide / groupie for you and your lot. Hire yourself a pretty little French girl like a respectable rock star and leave me and my son out of it.” The idea of taking Alec on the road to tour with a rock band was laughable, but he wasn’t above taking his son to hear the band play when he was older and could appreciate the experience, not to mention being able to handle the volume. So much as closing a door briskly would startle the babe, causing him to scream bloody murder. Loosh could only imagine what an actual concert would do to the child.
The cue ball rolled directly for the number four ball, slamming into it with a crack that was muffled by the sounds of the pub, then veered off course. The four ball now spinning towards the center pocket, Raph broached the subject of actually meeting Alec. “What are you doing Sunday?” he countered as the four ball sank into its intended pocket and Lucian grinned. “I’ll have Clem whip us up some tea and you can meet the lad properly. If you’re lucky, he might even spit up on you. I’m told it’s a sign of affection but I’m pretty sure it’s just barf.”
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