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The Villa Is Open

Zephyr had a plan. "We are gonna make you the best electric milkshake that ever was!"

"Or will be!" Pip joined in, clapping her hands over her head as she danced along before him and Roa and generally got in the way of where they were trying to walk.

This gave Zephyr plenty of excuse to pause at the end of the hall and make himself a sweeping gesture. "In the historya... ah..." one that should have ended with him banging his hand on the wall.

Except for the part where the applicable wall had disappeared and not in the usual behold the busted drywall kind of way. It was just gone. Likewise, the hallway and the entirety of Sky Plaza.

Zephyr stood on some low, sweeping stone steps. That happened to be outside, while just a moment before been /inside/ and headed to the kitchen. "OK, what the hell?"

Roa took in the sudden sky all golden up the flanks of the villa before them and held her finger to her lips in curiosity. "I don't know, actually." Then, she attempted to walk down the way they had come. This got her over the steps and almost to the spray from the fountain in the drive before it became quite apparent merely turning around wasn't going to accomplish much besides dampening her shoes. Back up she went. "This *looks* like where they held the last Court of the Manor."

"You dunno?" his next sound was an odd one, not a moan and not a laugh, and awfully feline besides. "Yeah, that's not freakin me out or nothin. Dun you know everythin?"

"Zephyyyr. Same to you."

"You guys," interjected Pip, her bare toes rapping on the stone. "Think this's kinda the same thing happened to Seb."

"Hm?" Zephyr craned himself her way, and their hands tangled together, wires all a-flash.

"Mm!"

"Mnhn."

"Nnn~."

"Well, I like your theory so far," Roa nodded. Mostly, she wasn't being silly right back at their latest ridiculous display. Mostly. "Happened to Siebenkas...?"

"Yeah, he had this dream," the elder of the two evokers almost began to explain, digits working.

Whatever he meant to coax out of the recollections between them, Pip took over, swaying as she did. "He thinks was a dream, but is totally notta dream. I know. I touched him thinkin about it an it was all wrong fora dream. Still didn't make any sense, but not the same kinda way dreams do."

"Also, Seb never dreams he's nekkid. Fun fact."

("So useful, too," Roa remarked, quite to herself.)

"But, he walked outta his bathroom an alla a sudden, he was in this bar in Old New York an there were all these other people an he was almost kinda sorta mebbe flirtin with this mob boss lady over gin an tonic and then there was this real cute muddy guy. Seb didn't think he was so cute, but I did. He got way more distracted by the other lady evoked with her eyes and the booze was good an there were pretty blond polyamourous peeps bonkin in the restroom an... an... an..."

Her not so little description might have gone on another few hours, except that Zephyr reached around with his unoccupied hand and tickled her. The way they'd tangled up together, she must have known it was coming.

Which left Roa to conclude Pip wanted tickled more than she wanted to discuss any washroom adventures. "On one hand, that sounds very much like a dream to me. On the other, if there's some sort of precedent for people in our manor suddenly disobeying all known laws of physics. And you're not playing some sort of elaborate prank."

"Hey! I had my heart set on givin you your first electric milkshake an that's not somethin I'd go back on for any money." Next thing she did know with any certainty, Zephyr had play staggered over, clutching at his shirt, "'m so disappointed it /huuurts/."

"Well, you can make it up to me when the universe goes back to normal."

Grin for the time being, too.

"It is going to go back to normal?"

"Did last time. 's why we still gotta Seb an notta portal to someplace called Dan's," said Pip.

"Alright, so why don't we...?"

"Make the besta it?"

"Yes!" Roa swung from Zephyr's grasp. He only then reached for her, trying to find that place in her moments where the best meant [concrete] he could play after and with her. As it was, he missed her as she skipped the villa steps instead, swirling her skirt in her hands and calling back after: "We're going to get company, right?"

"Woul, that'd be nice, but if not," he shrugged. "We get blitzed an watch the stars come out." A quick little sigh and a pop of his shoulder after, he followed.

Pip watched the space in the sky where the clouds should have been. The end of her nose twitched. "We're so gettin company. Can smell it, almost. Somethin's zactly not right out there." Laughing then, she blew past them both and straight through the doors.

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ETA: This post has not been up thirty-six hours and we officially have more than 500 comments. SO I SUPPOSE THIS ISN'T FUN AT ALL AMMIRITE? XD

ETA II: I am really, really touched that everyone wants to take care of the deceased fellow in the pool. I'm sure he appreciates it (he didn't even have a name in the story where he first appeared ;_;). But, alas, there was only one of him and he's currently being handled. He may be installed in a bedroom shortly, and should that happen, I will give him his own thread for poking purposes.

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"Yeah, 's so totally this again," sighed Zephyr, sidling by with his freshly refilled iced tea and vodka. "Yep, there's no escapin' how mucha this again it is. Everythin's done for. Lions an lambs are doin with each other, the stock market's suckin harder en it ever sucked before an there's nothin but reality television anymore."

Pausing, he took a sip of his drink and a swaying glance around the ballroom.

"Oh wait. You just got invited to a random hyperdimensional box social. Ne'er mind."

And he laughed.

"Yeah," Jack said, not really amused. "It's happened to me before." Then he took a second look, a longer one, at the very hot man who'd asked him that question.

Well, this one he could at least hit on.

Jack put on his very best dazzling smile. "At least this time my sister isn't around to cramp my style. What's this about lions and lambs?"

Now THIS was what impromptu multiversal parties were /supposed/ to be about. Forget hotel lobby flirts. That sort of encounter compared to this? Long division verses calculus.

"I'd say was strictly no style crampin sisters tnight," said Zephyr. "Buuut, think that's not entirely true over there." the last be offered with an elbow in the general direction of a Corlioni-occupied sitting room. "Anyway, nevermind that or the hot lions on lambs XXX action. Nobody boutcha a drink yet? An you've been here thirty seconds? World really is comin to an end, I tell ya."

"Sucks to be that guy," Jack said laconically. "But it's tragically true, nobody's even offered. I'm perishing of thirst here." He gave the other man a lazy smile, intrigued by the lines in his skin and the tattoos-- he'd rather like to trace them with his tongue. "I'm Jack."

"Hey, now. 'm offering. Jack."

Oh, how that name smacked off his tongue. He could hardly helpit. Truth be told, he wasn't really used to people with names like Jack anymore. And he sure hadn't been expecting to meet a /Jack/ at the Villa that evening.

"I'm Zephyr. Zeph's fine if ya wan. An I know the bartender, no joke. You like mai tais?"

Zephyr got up to the bar and slouched right over, elbow resting just above a kalis on display.

He followed Zephyr to the bar, propped himself against it decoratively, raised both eyebrows and smiled again, slow and sultry. "I do like mai tais. Rum's good for most of what ails you." He winked. "Don't you think?"

"'m inta whatever's good. Case in point." answered Zephyr. He might have had his gleamy hand flicked towards the special board, but he was definitely looking at Jack when he said it.

As Pip took to brutalizing yet another member of her lime herd, he reached across the bar and patted her shoulder. His smile echoed on her lips soon after and as she shook the cocktail after, she gave Jack a pretty obvious once over, though she said nothing to him until his cocktail had settled in its highball, rum float, umbrella and all.

She also left a dish of cocktail cherries, stems and all, between the two men before she scurried off. "Enjoy!"

"Thanks, Cutie-pie!" Zephyr answered. And blew her a kiss.

"Friend of yours?" Jack asked, watching the little girl scuttle away. She really was cute, in an extremely bizarre way. Charlotte would love her.

Or, actually... he took a second look at Zephyr. There was a fairly strong resemblance there, and given the ages involved... "Or daughter, maybe?"

Zephyr laughed, that ungentle kind of way that usually ended on playful shoves and how wrong the other parties involved had to be. After a while though, he did manage to say, "You're like onea mebbe three people got that on the first try. Actually, the one girl I work with? Still convinced Pip's my sister. It's been like four years an we keep tellin her."

"Nope," Jack said, shaking his head emphatically. "Not your sister. I know from sisters and you do not address your sister as 'cutie-pie' unless you want her to end you. Well, at least you don't address my sisters that way. If you're me." He laughed, and tossed back a gulp of the Mai Tai. "So which hideously wrong coworker is this now?"

"That'd be my genderfuck, exploitation movie-watchin supervisor," said Zephyr, as if the topics of kimono and children of his had something quite marked to do with one another. "Yeah, she's cool. Buuut, start talkin about Pip an the denial's tangible, man. 'Nope! Zeph dun havea kid. His supervisin bfore my supervisin was just fine.' Prolly not half as smack to the head as whatcha got. I mean, sister's dun usually write up performance reviews, but anyway."

"My sister does," Jack said, dryly. "She uses words like 'irresponsible' and 'dilittante.' I think she's just jealous that I'm a free-range consultant and she has to be a lawyer all the time." He lifted his glass to Zephyr, eyes on his meaningfully. "Cheers."

"Cheers yourself," Zephyr rejoined and gave Jack's glass this lingering sort of clink that made the condensation blot together before either of them drank.

Hmm.

"Free-range consultant, eh? So, didja just tell me you're really inta wetwork?"

Of course, regardless of the answer to that, it was really only a matter of time before Zephyr found out for sure. Looks like that.

"Nope," Jack said. "I don't do anything that might get me messy. Why, are you?"

He didn't really expect an answer to that, so he went on talking before Zephyr answered. "Anyway, my family doesn't really do that sort of thing. We prefer financial murder to the actual thing."

Oh, Zephyr wasn't going to say anything back to that. Not on the first date. OK, well, the first date with someone who wasn't also in the business of murdering their fellow man. Kinda tended to kill the mood with most people, pun intended. Sometimes, you hit that one who was all into it and stuff, but to figure that out, he'd...

Well what the hell. He was going to have to touch Jack sooner or later.

Say. Right then. Playful little nudge to the shoulder. Didn't even get that far off his shirt sleeve. "Oh shuttup, Now you're tellin me your rich. You always go around tryin to pickup guys with kids, or is this new?"

A sip of his drink later, he added: "'Cause, like I said. 'm inta what's good."

Jack grinned at him, eyebrows lifting. "I'm a Hennessy," he said, "if that means anything to you. If it doesn't, then no, I'm not telling you I'm rich, I'm telling you I'm filthy rich." He swirled his drink in his hand. "I don't pick up guys with kids in particular, but if they got kids, I don't mind. I like kids."

"Good!" laughed Zephyr. "On all counts. 'cause hey, there's my kid an bein broke sucks an well..."

He gave Jack's ankle a nudge with the toe of his shoe. "You got evokers where you come from? If not, I wanna playa game. 's called Stuff Even Jack Can't Buy."

"I don't have evokers where I come from, no." Jack set his drink down and propped his chin on his recently-vacated hand, giving Zephyr a slow once-over as he did. "And I would be thrilled to play your game." He smiled, slow, sultry.

Which of course got him the most wicked grin right back. Seeing anybody that smoking hot and /into him/ look at him that way, made things downright irrepressible on Zephyr's end. "Cool. So, that's somethin Jack can't buy cause there aren't any where he comes from. He prolly dun even know what an evoker is or why he should want on. So, why dun you takea guess? Or, yknow, prolly could convince me to tell ya. Not sure if you'd end up payin for that zactly."

"Hmm." Evoker, evoke. To draw forth something. Jack made an educated guess. "You can pull things out of other things. And if that's not right, I could take a shot at convincing you." He glanced around at all the people, at Zephyr's kid. "Not here, though."

"Oh, so close. Could even take it as a metaphor or somethin," said Zephyr. "You're good at this. Knew you would be."

Elsewhere down the line of the bar, Pip gave a careless spin on her toes which put her facing down the two. No surprise followed, though she did mime pushing up a pair of glasses against the fakest of all possible scowls, then made some shooing gestures before someone called for a refill.

"An I wasn't gonna argue with /any/ convincina yours bfore she did that."

Having finished his drink, Zephyr leaned over and, his lips still cool from the straw, nipped Jack's ear.

Jack laughed, for once in his life purely happy and aroused, and said, "I really like your kid. Shall we take this party elsewhere?" He shivered happily when Zephyr nipped his ear, turned sideways and breathed, "I could try and seduce this information out of you."

Happiness really was contagious for Zephyr. Even that one little brush against Jack, just following another, even softer. What Jack felt- his pleasure and his want and his awareness of where he stood; that charming little inside smile he had for Pip -it came welling and deep silky. Limned with this something /dark/ against the rest, but then it slipped away. The contrast alone enticed. And hey, who didn't want to know for sure they were directly responsible for turning someone on?

Dude was seriously making his mouth water.

"You're gonna make me lose, arentcha? Woul damn."

Still, he gave Jack every chance to pull away (it was only sporting) before he met him with this kiss that wound out sloppy, breathless and fierce.

Fuck. Fuck.

Jack kissed back, hot and messy, lip on lip and open mouths, tongues and teeth and yes. Fuck, he hadn't been kissed like this in a long fucking time, and he'd missed it, digging his hands into Zephyr's hair, skin on skin.

Yes. This.

He hadn't... it had been so long... The kiss said it. His skin said it. The way he gasped against Zephyr's lips.

Nevermind- oh /god/ it was good. Even the way he pulled on his hair and somehow their hands got all tangled up together, Zephyr reaching through his fingers and pressing him closer.

When they did part. When that last thread of spit trailed off on Zephyr's gasps and left his achy lips to glisten. Yeah, he probably looked like he'd been hit upside the head. He knew he was gasping.

And he hadn't let go of Jack.

He dragged his hands free of his hair, left himself all mussed and tangled to nibble on those fingertips of his.

"Bedroom?"

(OOC: if Jack would like to pick a room, that's cool. But, I'm happy to find everybody a nice one if he wouldn't.)

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