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Published : 8 months, 2 weeks ago (Tue, 28 Oct 2008 15:41:54 PDT)
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Title: Do you think I’m pretty when I’m standing on top the bright-lit city? [RP] [1/?] Pairing: William/ Patrick, Implied Pete/ Ashlee Rating: R for mature concepts. Author: Me (Xmexandxyoux) and Jenn (xkissxbangx1) Patrick = Jenn William = Me Disclaimer: I do not own them. This [ unfortunately] never happened.
Summary: William didn't have the patience to lie, to pretend he wasn't really just here for a fresh crop. So he didn't. Bravely gulping down the last of his drink, he told the truth.
A/N: I have no effing clue what happened with the font.
Patrick sighed to himself as he sank down onto a bar stool, in a random bar, a random casino. He'd been in Las Vegas for three days and was close to broke. The young man had come down to Nevada for his best friend’s secret ‘shot- gun wedding.’ Though, he figured the girl’s parent’s would know when they got home. But that's beside the point; the happy couple had ditched Patrick to have a "honeymoon," leaving him to drink and gamble alone. He felt ridiculous drinking himself stupid, but there wasn't much else do in a gambling town when you didn't know anyone.
The blonde sighed again and took off his glasses, letting them rest on the counter top and he ordered his third, or fourth, he wasn't sure, rum and coke. By this point, he was wishing he had someone waiting for him back in his room. It was just after midnight and William Beckett was a little drunk, very tipsy, and looking for trouble. William was what most people would call "promiscuous"- whereas most people went out of their way to avoid trouble, William practically scouted it out. He turned off the ignition in his red convertible, cutting off M.I.A.’s "Paper Planes," tossing the keys to the valet and sauntering into the casino, in search of his next contestant.
Tucking a lock of sandy brown hair behind his ear, he surveyed the room that was buzzing with excitement. William stared at the rear of an Elvis impersonator before dismissing it as a very flamboyantly dressed straight guy with great hair. A black guy by a blackjack table caught his eye and winked. William wasn’t racist, he just preferred vanilla. Several more unappealing flirty guys (and girls) later, William decided to check out the bar before he set off on his next destination. Walking over, to get his umpteenth shot, the only patron, considering it was still early, Vegas time, a blonde guy, tapped his fingers to the Michael Jackson cover band and glanced up at William. William considered him - he’d never done anything less than a size four, and he was always up for a challenge.
"Uh, hi?" Patrick asked, slurring his words and stumbling over them as well. He'd clearly had too much to drink, there could not possibly be a pretty girl, or was it a boy? Patrick couldn't really tell, but he was going to take advantage of it. The gender didn't matter, the male played for both teams and pretty people didn't usually talk to him. Before he said anything else, he grabbed his glass and tossed back the rest of his drink. "I'm Patrick," he slurred and smiled, holding his hand out for the other. "You're gorgeous." William smiled; a smile that would have made any girl( or guy) weak in the knees. "Actually, I'm William. Or Bill. Or Bilvey. But, oh hell, gorgeous works just as well." He stuck out a hand and after Patrick let go a full twenty seconds later, whispered conspiratorially to the bartender who had a killer smile and nice cheekbones. Just because William was interested in one guy, didn't stop him from hitting on another. Technically, William couldn't even be called a serial dater. William didn't do relationships. Casual sex, however, was no foreign territory for the twenty-three-year-old. One thing was for certain, he wasn't sleeping alone tonight. "Well, Bill," Patrick started, smiling stupidly at the boy. The older male was more than a little excited about being approached by a boy, he was becoming bored with girls and all of their drama. Boys came with less baggage and emotions. "Why don't you have a seat, I'll buy you a drink?" he said, though it came out as more of a question. He was nervous, William was giving him butterflies, but that could have easily been all the alcohol he'd consumed. William snapped out of his mentally undressing Patrick trance long enough to answer him. "I’d love that." William had to steady himself on the glossy red barstool because the alcohol was starting to make him dizzy, but he loved the feeling. He managed a half-hearted smirk while Patrick ordered him a Cosmo. "So why are you in Vegas?" William heard someone ask, before realizing the words were his.
He needed to sleep, or fuck something. That usually put things in better perspective. The bartender set William’s Cosmo on the counter, and taking a sip of the sugary sweetness mixed with the bite of the alcohol, he thought the enamel on his teeth might dissolve in protest.
"Uh, well," Patrick started, ordering himself his fifth Rum and Coke. By now, he was past buzzed and close to wasted. "I'm here for my best friend," he answered, frowning as he slurred his words. "My best friend came down to marry his girlfriend cause she's . . . she's knocked up. I came down cause he wanted me," Patrick finished, shrugging and handing over another five for his drink. "What are you doing here?"
William didn't have the patience to lie, to pretend he wasn't really just here for a fresh crop. So he didn't. Bravely gulping down the last of his drink, he told the truth.
"Vegas has the hottest guys. What can I say? I like my men sexy." William immediately felt like he was going to puke, not just from the alcohol which was also beginning to affect his stomach as well as his mind, but because he had actually told someone he slept around. But it felt slightly liberating, even with the nausea. Patrick blushed a little at William's answer. He was hardly called hot, or at least he was hoping that William was calling him hot. Instead of showing a little burst of confidence, he opened his mouth and showed the beautiful boy his insecurities. "I.....I..... Well, I'm not actually from here. I'm from Chicago, well, the suburbs. It’s easier just to say Chicago, since no one really knows the other areas. "
William’s jaw dropped in a classic, "oh- no- you- di’int" fashion. "You’ve got to be shittin’ me. I grew up in Hoffman Estates." Only it came out more like "youse-gotta-be-shitting-meh. I grew-umph-in-hompman-esates."
Patrick chuckled and sipped slowly on his drink. "Oh, I'm from Glenview!" he said, sounding a little over- excited. This was like fate or something. How lucky could a guy get? Maybe if this went anywhere, they'd stay in touch, maybe stay together? He took another sip of his drink and grinned into the cup. "So do you want to maybe, dance? Or uh, I don't know, maybe go back to my room?" He hoped the question didn't make him sound easy but he was sure that William was coming onto him, so it didn't seem like it was going to be a problem.
William had seen this before. Shy, awkward guys anxious to get into your pants, so they subtly throw it out there, because they were too scared you’d get a false impression of their intentions.
William didn’t usually bother with them. But he was drunk and horny and something seemed a bit different about this one, so he went along with it. "Well, then, you lead the way." William smiled crookedly, sounding a bit more like Jack Sparrow than he would have liked, with his tone.
Patrick grinned, this kind of thing hardly happened to him. Sure, he'd had a couple of night stands before, but the guys were never really good looking and they were always gone in the morning. William seemed different though, like maybe he'd stick around.
"Okay," he replied, standing up from his barstool. He tossed a few more bills out onto the counter to tip the bartender, then he took William's hand gently and led the taller man across the floor towards the elevators. But before he got there, he noticed a sign near a set of stairs that read "Circus Circus Wedding Chapel" and before he realized what he was, he asked, "William, Bill.. you, uh, you want to get married?" |
