A Day In A Life [TOM/ABRAM]

[alexwonders]

Thomas leaned back against the counters behind the bar. He was fairly new to the job of bar-tending but he knew how to handle it adequately as all that was needed really was a certain level of friendliness, efficiency and looking good; though in this case, looking good meant exactly the opposite. One thing Thomas did not like about this place surely was the uniform. He understood that it was a strip club and clothing would be pretty much optional if he were to have gotten the job but the uniform turned out to be a little too revealing, even the open mind he had on showing the human body freely.

He wore a tight, V-necked, short sleeved, fishnet shirt with ultra-low rise jeans, the bottom of his belly and his hipbones in plain view to anyone that dare sneak a view over the counter he was behind. But that wasn't as bas as having to pretend that he was actually enjoying himself in the club. The heating bodies of the strippers working out as they did their, very much so, choreographed dance on-stage, the bodies of the men and woman enjoying the show as their hearts pumped faster and faster with the momentum that the music and excitement in the club shot out at them, the heat of the bodies pulling closer to other bodies, you get the idea. It was HOT in there.

How tempted Thomas was to just take a sip of some of the Vodka. He bent down, elbows reclining on the counter, staring closely at the bottle in front of him. A drop of condensation falling down the bottle, his tongue licking his top lip from right to left, keeping his lips moist, not that the room needed to feel any damper than it already did, to him at least. The endless wait for his shift to end for him to finally take a break from the Cave of Wonders. Away from this Hell.

[Abram DeBeithiem]

Abram tossed his cigarette to the ground, putting it out with a slight twist of his foot, he had been standing in line several minutes to get in, and it was coming up to be his turn. The sun was just tipping over the edge of the horizon, casting long shadows across the city, putting the entrance of the club into shadow. Just like Abram thought it should be. He had spent his morning lounging around then did some window shopping in the afternoon, he would have liked to go back to Thomas’ place to relax, but it wasn’t just the same without him. At least that’s what Abram planned to tell Thomas, were as he actually lost the key to the apartment earlier in the day. The line started shuffling forward, Abram kept in pace, not wanting anyone behind him to try and slip by to get in faster, it would be something he’d try to do. As he passed in front of the bouncer, a man who was bigger then him in more then one way, Abram nodded, and as the man nodded back, the last glint of sunlight in Abram’s day ‘peared on his shades.

The music was immediately too much, and as he got through the main entrance, so was everything else. Abram had nothing against a good time or dancing, but it was crazy in this place. He wondered how people actually spend a great deal of time in one of these places, it felt more crowded then a market, way too loud, he could barely hear his own thoughts, it was hot and it smelled. Thought that wasn’t too bad, he did pass by a guy and got a whiff of something delicious, but it faded as soon as it came. He looked back, the guy was wearing a nice suit too, and before he turned around the corner to exit, Abram could see a flash of what he guessed would have been a nice watch. Too bad, he would have liked to have it. Returning back to what he originally came for, Abram scanned for the bar. He had no idea why Thomas wanted a job here of all places, but it was nice to have a place to stay, so he wouldn’t complain, after all, it wasn’t like he was actually doing anything earn his own keep.

Walking to the bar, Abram smiled and sat down right in front of the bartender. Leaning over for a moment to check out his entire outfit, his smile widened a little bit. Perhaps he wouldn’t mind coming here a bit more then, there was after all something to see. Looking at Thomas straight in the eye, he said with a joke voice, “I’ll have a shot of your finest whiskey, sir!” And if that was good too, he wouldn’t mind being here at all. He could barely even hear the music now.

[alexwonders]

Thomas' eyes keen on the bottle as the drop dripped down to the warm wooden and darkly tiled counter. His hands grazed the bottle as he heard steps approaching. Thomas straightened up, smirked and tried his best to maintain a chilled, friendly approach which would attract all of the guys and girls both, completely forgetting his attire and showing a bit more than intended. His fishnet shirt went up, exposing his chest (as if it was "covered" in the first place) to whoever it was just walking in. His pants, at the sudden movement, slid off of his cheeks though luckily he was facing forward, his boxer briefs totally showing from the mirror behind him.

Before looking at the costumer, Thomas fixed himself, pulling his shirt down as much as possible (which wasn't much), put his boxer briefs in a point where they couldn't be seen under the pants and pulled pants up, though with these pants, they really never went up and just kind of stayed there showing the area where his private hair would be, if he hadn't shaved as a requirement for this job. Thomas knew that the club was bizarre, as he had always heard rumors of what went on inside but this was just plain unexpected. He knew it was a strip club but did everything have to be so... skanky? He gave a goofy smile to excuse himself from the guy who sat in front of him.

As the man spoke, Thomas finally took the time to inspect the man before him. His fake voice gave it off but he couldn't believe who he saw before him. Thomas sighed in relief that a stranger had not caught him getting used to, well, the job. He pulled up a bottle of whiskey smiling down at Abram while serving the drink in two bottles.

"Well if Abram is ordering, I'm surely paying, so why not have a treat for myself?", he thought.

"Abram! What are you doing around here? I really didn't think you'd ever come by, already a week I'm here and this is your first visit."

Thomas laughed at the remark, he knew Abram didn't like this place at all. On his interview, he had wanted to bring him as company and maybe even get him a job here at The Cave of Wonders. Just one step inside the club though, and Abram said the music was too loud, the place too dark, the smells too strong. Thomas was aware that Abram just wanted to slum around though and do whatever he did while he was on the streets but Thomas had to admit, it would have been nice to have Abram's company during his shift; it'd be less endless. He at least stuck around outside to wait for him and all once his interview was done.

Thomas knew he would get teased a bit for the clothes he wore. He hadn't showed it to Abram because of that reason. He even tried to come to work early while Abram still slept in the late afternoon to avoid his judging eyes. Thomas put on a genuinely happy smile to see him around. Maybe he could encourage him to drop by more often; if he didn't drink the entire time that is. Then this job would be counter-productive, and this job was NOT worth the price if it was even adequately productive in money.

[Abram DeBeithiem]

He sipped on the whiskey, most nights he would have just taken the whole thing down, but even though he was only here to make sure he could get back into the apartment, he decided that he would like to be able to talk to Thomas with some clarity. Drinking to the point of being silly was fun, but a nice light buzz was also good. And it tasted pretty fine too! Abram smiled, “I know, this isn’t really my kind of place. But being back home isn’t the same without either you or Scott there, so I thought I would come by and give this another try.”

Abram’s grin still hadn’t faded even after a few minutes. He was still enjoying seeing Thomas in his outfit, it might have bothered him if he was a stripper, but since he wasn’t really display for anyone except those who sat at the bar, and knowing he was really the only one that would be able to touch him later on in the night, Abram did not mind at all. He was actually a little turned out by it, imaging all the things he’d like to do when they went home. Although, later they would probably be to tired to do anything, and eventually Thomas would find out Abram lost the keys and probably be a little upset with him. Still though, Abram’s eyes continued to undress Thomas.

He laughed lowly at himself, enjoying his own perversion. He took another sip of his whiskey. He was glad that Thomas was paying, because it tasted too good to be cheap. A silent part of a song came up, where all the music died down for a moment before lifting back into its normal uproar. And despite not liking the music, that one strange moment of silence was also equally as annoying, so when the music came rushing back, it didn’t bother him much. He was getting used to the base beating against his body. Strange place this certainly was, that it even started making Abram comfortable being there. A thought ran across his mind that he probably should have asked earlier in the week Thomas was working here. He spoke after having another sip, “So are you enjoying it here?”

[alexwonders]

Thomas watched as Abram placed his lips to the shot glass, smiling as his body responded to the alcohol. By now, he had tasted most of the alcohol in this place since he tried as often as possible to flirt people into buying more drinks, ending in them buying him drinks many-a-times. Today though, there hadn't been much activity but luckily, he didn't have to work on the next day. He had chosen Sundays as his off day. Him and Scott had agreed that that day was a much more enjoyable day to be out of the club. Thomas would have liked to have Saturday off but that wasn't permitted as it was the busiest of the nights though slowest of the days. He knew soon, people would start arriving and the place would be packed, another replacement bartender coming in to help with the overload of people. He didn't know if Abram would want to have sticked along that long though. His shift ending soon but not soon enough, a good two hours to go. He could always try to ditch the place and hope the replacement can handle it. The replacement had been doing this job for years so he was very well experienced behind the counter though he felt guilty for thinking to leave someone to face the myriad crowd of bodies and heat in the strip club. Thomas really just wanted to get home, rest up, as he knew that he would probably be going out with the guys, wherever it was this week, on their one day of rest.

"It's not really so bad once you get used to it, you know. After while it's strangely relaxing." He saw Abram's eyes light up with what seemed to hunger. Maybe he hadn't eaten yet and was waiting for Scott and him to get out so they could go out and eat together? Though the hunger Thomas was looking at, seemed to be alot different somehow. Abram and Thomas had experimented a little bit in the past few weeks though not as often once Thomas had found this job. It never got as far as Thomas had hoped though as they shared a bed with his younger brother. It helped make his and Abram's relationship closer though and not at all awkward like he was afraid it'd be. Thomas eyed Abram weirdly as he chuckled to himself and grinned at the gesture. Thomas turned around, putting the whiskey away back to it's shelf as Abram spoke.

"It's been going really good. Busy, you know? Once I get home, I just want to sleep, me and Scott both. It probably seems like a bother to you huh? Us being drained of energy when we finally get to see you at night." Thomas felt bad about being too tired lately but hopefully this weekend, he would be energized and ready to enjoy himself. "Lucky thing I have the weekend off though! We should plan something for tomorrow night though." Thomas placed his elbows back on the counter a bit off from where Abram sat to have some resting space, knuckle connecting to chin, looking over to Abram, his back arched to the motion.

[Abram DeBeithiem]

It was true that both were rather tired when they came home late at night, early in the morning really, Abram was a little frustrated by it, but didn’t try too often to make a fuss for he knew they were the reason he had somewhere else either then the street to sleep. Abram sipped his whiskey again and just stared into Thomas’s eyes, reaching his arm across the bar, just gently touching Thomas’s arm with his finger tips. After a few seconds, or minutes, he wasn’t really sure, he smiled and said, “We can do whatever you want tomorrow night then.”

Having some alone time, even if they weren’t at home, would be nice, though at the moment, Abram wanted to fulfill his carnal desires more then anything else. He wouldn’t push for it though, it wouldn’t be that fun if Thomas was tired. Abram decided he should probably let Thomas work for a bit and turned around to watch the show. It was certainly something.

[alexwonders]

As a few people started appearing at the bar, and not just walking into it, actually appearing out of thin air, Thomas paid his attention over to the other costumers coming towards the bar, Abram's touch sending tingling sensations across his body. He tried to not act upon what he wanted to do, as one look over at his roommate would turn his gears adamantly; Thomas was hot enough here in the Cave of Wonders.

Thomas had a night planned out for them. It was common for him to have to pick places to go out to. It was the only way they(Abram and Thomas) didn't get into an argument, with their hot headed persistence, it was fairly hard to get along when they spent too much time together at home. Scott wouldn't every really try to drag people to go out to the places he desired whilst Abram would much rather stay at home all day and just "hang out" which rather involved much sex and alot of exclusion of his step-brother, Scott. He heard this place was relatively dangerous; though he had been at the Cave for enough time to know that it was no sanctuary. He couldn't really see what could be more violent than a little troll trying to live under the bar. He had the bite marks to prove that it wasn't easy "treating the customers with respect." That little bit of information though, he wouldn't mention to Scott. Maybe he had heard about it too though but he knew that if asked enough, he would nonetheless accompany him.