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ironwomanjones:

sinkpipehorrors:

ironwomanjones:

sinkpipehorrors:

*shrugs* Alright, I guess.

You ok?

*pokes nose* Nice to see you care. Yes, I’m fine.

*grins* Good, babyface <3

You’re going to drive up my smoking habit, and here I was trying to cut back.

♂

ironwomanjones:

sinkpipehorrors:

ironwomanjones:

sinkpipehorrors:

No, but considering that you were willing to find out that he has good hands probably indicates that.

He’s a really great guy, you’d like him.

*shrugs* Alright, I guess.

You ok?

*pokes nose* Nice to see you care. Yes, I’m fine.

screamforsadik:

Dmitri brought out his lighter, lighting Sadik’s cigarette with ease and pulling one out and lighting it in, taking a drag. There, that felt better.

“Spaniards? I heard we have a couple at our school.” he said. “You met one of them?”

Well, at least Sadik seemed enthusiastic about this. “Sure,” he said, shrugging. Couldn’t be too bad, right?

“Oh, I am dating one of them! Her name’s Isabel and she’s one hell of a woman!”, he said, proud of the damsel he’d managed to woo. “Come on in. As soon as you take a look at the girls you won’t want to leave, I promise.”

Just as he implied, the club was actually a strip club and the tar of it happened to be Reina, Sadiks second biggest cruh in life, and actually the first too, if only he could notice. 

“Alright,” Dmitri said, stepping in a little cautiously. Looking around briefly, he noticed with relief that it was quieter and calmer than the ones he’d been roughly acquainted with.

He took another drag on his cigarette, thankful for the nicotine. “So…what do we do?” he eventually asked Sadik, looking at him curiously.

ironwomanjones:

sinkpipehorrors:

No, but considering that you were willing to find out that he has good hands probably indicates that.

He’s a really great guy, you’d like him.

*shrugs* Alright, I guess.

A Wine Bottle or Two | Dmitri and Francis

youdontgetdrunkwithwine:

sinkpipehorrors:

Dmitri waited for Francis at the front of the bar, rocking back and forth on his heels like he always did when waiting for someone. He was pretty sure this was it, having taken a peek inside and silently marveled at the fact that someone would actually pay extra money to make it look like the inside of a wine barrel.

He hoped he wouldn’t be expected to drink much. He just wanted to taste the wine, see if it was any good, not get drunk or anything. Wine hangovers were terrible, anyway.

Francis was never one who made his appointments wait, whether to date or just a few friendly cups of wine with a friend. One bottle, maybe two? What would it hurt? Its not as if he was going to drive home in any case. 

“Ah, Dmitri~! Mon ami~!” Francis’s voice filled the room, musical and resounding. With a pat on the other’s back, the Frenchman sat by the Russian’s side by the bar. “You have not been waiting long, I hope?" 

"No,” Dmitri said. He was a little bit uncomfortable with how loud Francis’s voice was, but mentally shrugged it off. “I just got here,” he clarified.

He glanced over the alcohol list, and then looked at the blonde. “So, what did this Spaniard recommend, exactly?”

ironwomanjones:

sinkpipehorrors:

*incredibly jealous* Mm, I assume Matthew is your boyfriend?

Yes, you know him?

No, but considering that you were willing to find out that he has good hands probably indicates that.