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 Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 2:18 am
They say that New York never sleeps but, according to one young Arab transfer, it might as well be the most overrated city in the world. The clothing was so average compared to the European market. Americans were fat. Women were obnoxiously vulgar, girls were far too mature, men were perverted, and boys were, again, far too mature. "Just how much unnecessary hormones gets pumped into these nasty American foods? It's such a shame. Right, driver? Of course I'm right. The typical American you see in magazines is a beautiful creature but," he plastered himself against the window and gagged, "this reality is a serious disappointment." He sighed as his silent companion pulled up in front of his favorite club, "At least there's one place that's safe and it has my favorite human working for it."
Amir twitched as he waited for his driver to come around and open the limo door, "So slow, please pick up the pace." When the door was finally opened, he swung a leg out and gasped at the wet ground. "These shoes are worth more than your life, you expect me to get them wet?! Carry me, driver! Now!" The spoiled rich boy extended his arms with a demanding look and waited for the other man to, grudgingly, pick him up and carry him inside. "Now that's better. You can run along now, I'll be here until Bernie's shift is over. Go and do whatever you do when you're done for the day, Bernie will take me home."
The once bright host club was merely a cafe now with intentions to reopen the club early next year. It was a slight disappointment to the bored youth, but his lover didn't work as a host anyway so the only thing he missed was seeing the lovely faces of the hosts. I wonder how they are all doing? I know daddy gave a few of them a job, but not all of them. He shrugged at the thought and pushed any unselfish whims and wonders out of his brain. Amir was here on a mission, and that was to find Bernie and get food. "You there, waiter, fetch me Bernie."
((This is Aram :B)) "Err..sir..welcome to Searan's Cafe, I'll get Bernard for you in a moment. Please allow me to seat you--"
"No. I won't allow you to seat me, I want Bernie to seat me." The Arab stared up at the "insolent" waiter with a piercing glare. He was not amused by the waiter's refusal to do as he ordered, and he certainly wasn't pleased that Bernard wasn't within sight or earshot. "What are you still standing there for? Are you daft? Get my pet. Now." He brushed back his long hair with a huff and moved his hands to his hips. It wasn't going to be a pretty scene if Bernard didn't show up within 30 seconds and Aram, knowing full well what the young man was capable of, quickly ran off to snag and drag Bernie to the front.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 1:26 am
Bernard huffed softly as he helped another employee bus a couple of tables. Even though the club had shrunk to a smaller cafe-size, he found that it was still plenty busy. It had been sad to see so many leave, out of work since Searan had closed the club. He felt lucky to even still be working there at all, and he had been working busily ever since, fulfilling the roles of a waiter as well as helping out in the kitchen sometimes with cleaning and bussing tables.
When Aram approached to drag him away, he blushed vaguely, feeling guilty when his supervisor told him who had arrived. Bernard loved Amir, but he could never help but feel a little embarrassed over how pushy he always acted, demanding to see him. Amir always got his way, and Bernard was sure some of the other waiters, ones he wasn't as close to as others, talked about it when he wasn't around. He was a loyal customer, though, and no one dared to disobey his orders or not fulfill his whims in a timely matter. Many of them knew that things could get nasty if demands were not met.
Bernard let his anxiety dissipate a little. No use fretting over it now, anyway. They were, for now at least, slow enough that he could leave what he was doing to seat Amir, and serve him. He smirked softly as he walked up, nodding to Aram as his boss went away. "Always have to have me, huh?" he teased his boyfriend a little. "Aram is my friend, you know, he's very nice, you should let him seat you sometime." he continued to tease as he lead Amir to a nice spot, providing him with a menu and utensils. He had become quite adept at his work as he went through the procedures of waiting on his friend, looking sharp in his black and white uniform. "It's nice to see you, though." he said, voice hinting his affection.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 11:21 pm
Amir's usually beautiful face was scrunched into a bratty pout that could even compete with a 2-year-old Texas pageant contestant. He didn't like waiting, no sir, not in the slightest. Being raised in an environment fit for a prince, the Arab was catered to at all hours--no, seconds--of the day and the longest he'd have to wait was a few minutes and even when it took longer, his staff was there to distract him. Here? Well the young man was already steamed that he was left alone at the entrance while Aram went off to find his pet, and the wait just made it worse. Bernie should ONLY serve me. No one else. Me. ME. If he had not already disrupted the peace and received strange stares, he would have verbalized this thought but, for the sake of saving a little face, he remained silent.
When Bernard came around the corner, Amir kept his feet planted and crossed his arms, turning his nose up at the other man. He was tempted to give the cold shoulder for the long wait and the tease, but honeyed eyes couldn't resist a sideways glance at the waiter. "Yes. I always have to have me, and you should only serve me." He mumbled the last part and felt slightly guilty for saying it out loud. Bernard works hard and the little prince knows that; he just doesn't want to admit that he's jealous. Ask Amir if he's prideful and he'll nod in agreement, but jealousy? That was a very negative characteristic. I prefer possessive.
"Aram may be your friend but..." Gloss lips puckered into a frown as he contemplated the 'but'. "But fine. I'll let him seat me sometimes. If you consider Aram a friend, then he's my friend, too." Amir's arms released their choke hold around his chest and fell limply to his side as he followed his lover to the booth. However, his fit wasn't done just yet. "Nice to see me, huh? Where's the proof?" His finger casually traced the rim of a wine glass as his tongue peaked out from between his lips. "A simple greeting will not suffice." And I'm not about to go first.
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Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 11:56 pm
Bernard had come with great haste, knowing that his boyfriend was not good at waiting. "You weren't waiting so long were you?" he asked, before stifling a soft giggle at Amir's pouty comment. His lover was so amusing sometimes, and so possessive. It was cute to Bernard, but he knew that Amir knew it couldn't be done. "Now, don't be silly. I wouldn't have hardly any work if I served just you." he said softly, and brushed a hand over Amir's shoulder.
"Good, I'm glad to hear that...almost all the waiters here are my friends." he said with a wink, and a soft chuckle. He was about to pull out his pad to jot down whatever Amir might like to drink, but his inquiries made the long-haired waiter blush softly. "Oh, good grief..." he murred softly, and, after casting a quick glance to make sure no one was looking, leaned down to kiss the other tenderly.
"You'll get me in trouble one of these days." he whispered, a saucy smirk on his face as he got out his pad and pencil. "Now what would you like to drink?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 12:09 am
Amir began to shake his head 'no' before abruptly changing his mind. "Yes," he said with another pout, "I waited a long time. Your friend wasted time greeting me when he should have been getting you, please tell him the procedure next time you see him. I only come here when you are working so he should get used to the idea." Petite shoulders shrugged at the next comment, "I wouldn't mind that. You shouldn't mind that, either, since you don't really need this job anyway. Take it as a gift to let you relax and enjoy 'work'~" The Arab's lips curved into a smile as he brushed his hand across Bernie's wrist.
The touch was subtle and lingering as Amir's fingertips brushed over the fine hairs of his lover's arm. However, the friends comment distracted him and he pulled away with another frown. "I don't want that many friends so you choose a few for me." Cheeks pulled tight again as the young man attempted to withhold a scoff; how dare he have that many friends? He doesn't need them! I'm the ONLY one he needs. Again, the prince had a hard time keeping the monologue internal but his heart felt for Bernard and didn't mind the friends. The waiter was happy and that was all Amir wanted in the first place.
Amir's lips were cold and offered nothing in return when Bernie kissed him. "You shouldn't precede a kiss with 'good grief,' Bernard. It makes me feel unwanted and you know how much I detest that." His brown eyes scanned the room for a moment before he reached out his hand and jerked Bernie roughly by the tie, "Besides, this is how you kiss a lover properly." Amir's lips overtook their target immediately as a hint of tongue flicked out to trace the other's lips before pulling away. "I'll have whatever you just had, I can taste it on you and it was good."
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 2:06 am
Bernard sighed softly, a smiled gracing his lips. "Well, thank you for being patient. I'll try to get here faster next time, I was helping someone else clean up." he explained, trying not to let the sting of the Arab's comments show on his face. He wasn't used to being doted upon like Amir was, and he took pride in trying to be self sufficient. Amir's attention had taken him by storm, and he often found himself trying to balance things, to continue to do regular things without displeasing the other.
He tilted his head, the smile fading a little. "It's not so many." he said, holding back a bit of a sigh. He rather wished that Amir could be more social...even if it was just a mask. He actually wasn't sure if Amir even used deceit to get his way ever. Money, yes, power, check. He never seemed to drop that bossy, spoiled front.
"I'm sorry, Amir, it's just that I could get into trouble for it." he said, before gasping as he was yanked down by his tie. He blushed vividly, and straightened quickly once he was released, straightening his tie and trying not to grin too widely. "Oh, yes, alright then...I'll be right back, in that case."
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