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Post by Wes Ellis on Sept 1, 2016 21:43:33 GMT -5
"Yeah, you're telling me," Wes replied. Clearly, when she'd said "that's HIM," Wes didn't realize she'd meant "that's the guy from the roof" and just thought she was reacting to how attractive Faith's step-son was. "And if Kristen wouldn't kill me afterward, I'd jump his bones so hard they'd shatter." He took a drink. He needed a drink.
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 1, 2016 21:52:34 GMT -5
"Now I get it. Marti's nephew...he meant by marriage. He's Brock Lefabre's nephew." She was sort of talking to herself here, not fully laying attention to what Wes was even saying. Her hand was still clenched on his forearm as she watched AJ Lefabre for a moment...until, that is, she realized what Wes was saying to her. Wait. So he was checking Wes out? That was who Wes had been talking about himself?
"Im so confused right now," she finally said. "So rooftop guy is eye fucking you? So I was totally off the whole conversation with him then..." She trailed off and looked back at him across the room,trying to determine where his eyes were. Slowly she released Wes's arm and took a long drink from her glass,finishing the burning liquid in one big gulp.
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Post by Wes Ellis on Sept 1, 2016 21:56:31 GMT -5
Wes' brow creased and he looked at Amanda as if she had gone completely nuts. "Roof-top guy? No! Faith's step-son has been eye-fucking not your...." Then, it dawned on him and Wes' mouth fell open and he pointed right at A.J. Lefabre, utterly unconcerned that the guy--who seemed to be chuckling to himself as they spoke--would see him pointing, and stared at Amanda wide-eyed. "THAT is roof-top guy? The cougar-seducing violin player with the man-bun? THAT is who you've been talking about?"
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 1, 2016 22:02:30 GMT -5
"Yes!" She exclaimed, meeting his wide eyes with her own. "Now, do you see what I mean!?" She looked over and caught AJ chuckling and then looked back at Wes. "Now I have no idea what I'm thinking or what the hell that conversation was about either," she informed him, "and I need another drink. Like, right now. I can't fucking believe he is a Lefabre and I cant fucking believe that is the guy eye fucking you and I'm standing right here watching it!"
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Post by Wes Ellis on Sept 1, 2016 22:07:37 GMT -5
Wes sat with mouth agape for several lingering moments as he tried to process everything that had just happened and been revealed in the last few seconds. "Uh, honey, on second thought, I'm not so certain I was the object of the eye-fucking," he confessed. Wes had assumed it was him. They'd made eye-contact a couple of times but, the more he thought about it, Amanda had been sitting between them and Wes couldn't say for sure that it hadn't been her that A.J. had been looking at.
"But, you're right, we need more drinks. And since you're the lady and I'm the gentleman, I'll go get 'em," he said, standing up and collecting their empty glasses. "Oh, and by the way, cougar boy is heading this way."
Then, without waiting for a reply, Wes hustled off to the bar, leaving Amanda flying solo as A.J. Lefabre approached.
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 1, 2016 22:14:04 GMT -5
"Right. You know, it would just be my luck that it was totally you he was eye fucking, and I was just the pathetic old cougar who happened to stand in the middle," she remarked, pfffting slightly. She nodded her thanks to him as he got up and started off to the bar but her eyes widened in slight panic at his parting words.
"what? Wes, wait a...." She stopped talking when it was clear that Wes had made a break for it and she turned slightly to see that yes, A.J. Was walking in their direction. She remained silent, letting him take the lead....it was what he seemed to be good at after all...and hope that Wes came back soon. She sort of felt like she needed backup here.
actually, maybe he would simply ask her Wes's name, she thought ironically.
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Sept 1, 2016 22:20:22 GMT -5
A.J. still had a look of suspicion on his face when he finally stepped within speaking distance of Amanda, though his gaze was still on the back of Wes who--by now--was at the bar and probably taking his sweet old time with those drinks he'd promised. "I didn't know you were friends with Wesley Ellis," A.J. said, finally pulling his eyes away from the man and landing his gaze on Amanda.
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 1, 2016 22:27:32 GMT -5
"He's my neice's uncle," amanda replied, following his gaze to rest on Wes's back. He had a strange look on his face which on,y served to convince her that yes, he had been watching Wes just as they had originally thought. Of course.
He Finally locked eyes with Amanda and she looked up at him. She figured she should be shocked and surprised he knew Wes's name, but for some reason she wasn't really. It just added to his mysteriousness. "He will be right back. He was just grabbing us some drinks." She informed him, assuming Wes was who he was looking for.
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Sept 3, 2016 0:00:44 GMT -5
"Really?" AJ said, arching an eyebrow. "Well, I guess what they say is true, it really is a small world. I met him and his husband at my aunt Brandi's wake last year. Apparently he's friends with my aunt Kristen."
With one final glance back at Wes, A.J. moved over to the seat that the other man had vacated just moments before and, gesturing to it, looked to Amanda and asked: "May I?"
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Post by Jagger St. Croix on Sept 3, 2016 7:44:46 GMT -5
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 3, 2016 7:55:10 GMT -5
"Yeah, that makes sense," she said, mostly to herself. Of course he would know Wes, why wouldn't he kmoe Wes? Wes, Marti, Faith...the connections were endless, really. "Yeah, they're best friends really," Amanda radded to him, tilting her head back to look up at him. Damn, he was tall. "They're like, part of this group that you just don't fuck with, unless you want the wrath of the others." She smirked a little. They were kind of scary, really. Well, some of them more than others.
she was surprised when he asked if he could sit down, mostly because she still assumed he was over here to see Wes. The comments Wes had made earlier about AJ's eye fucking him were still ringing loudly in her head, after all. "Sure, go ahead," she conceded, moving her hand in the direction of the open seat. She wondered why Wes was taking so long with the drinks, figuring he would be all up on the attention AJ was surely to give him. Even if he couldn't go through with anything because of Kristen, he'd still enjoy the attention, she was sure. Also, she really could use that stiff drink. Just the closeness of AJ was making her shift uncomfortably in her seat. Idly she reached down her leg, playing distractedly with one of the spikes on her Louboutins.
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Sept 3, 2016 8:04:07 GMT -5
A.J. said thank you as he eased down into the recently vacated chair, leaning against the back in a casual pose while his eyes, much as they had done before, locked on Amanda. With his back to Wes, there was no way he could appreciate the man's attractiveness, even if he wanted to, without drawing attention to what he was doing. But that didn't matter, really. A.J. had plenty of time to get a good look at both Wesley Ellis and his husband Dean at Brandi Lefabre's wake. And, while both older men were definitely A.J.'s type, he wasn't interested at the moment. His interest, and his attention, were focused elsewhere.
After a lingering moment of silence, A.J. took a drink of his bourbon and let the glass rest on his thigh as he stared across the empty space between them at Amanda St. Croix. Finally, the corner of his mouth ticked up in what could, though how could it have been, a nervous smile. "You're probably wondering what the hell I'm doing here," he said, unaware that Amanda had managed to piece together anything of his identity beyond Marti being his aunt. "My name is A.J. Lefabre. Faith is my, well, I guess you'd call her my step-mother."
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 3, 2016 8:14:13 GMT -5
A smile spread across Amanda's face when he finally told her who he was, feeling a strange sense of victory at finally knowing his full name. "Yes, I figured that out," she told him softly. "Although I didn't know your first name, so thanks for sharing, but I knew who you were other than that." There. She was so wallflower girl easily intimidated, and yes if it hadn't been for Wes, she would still have no clue anything about him, but did he need to know that? "We seem to have a few people in common."
she studied him silently for a moment, noting the smile that looked almost nervous, but that couldn't be, could it? His man (well,,boy, but he carried himself like a man more than a lot of the men she actually knee) seemed to ooze confidence from his very pores, so there was no way he was actually nervous. Licking her lips, she crossed her legs and glanced over his shoulder to see where Wes wa and found that, for the moment, she couldn't see him, so heavens knew when he would get back. She could only hope he was in the wings somewhere, watching, and ready to swoop in if she needed rescuing.
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Post by A. J. Lefabre on Sept 3, 2016 8:19:17 GMT -5
"Good," he said, his nervous smile widening and spreading across his face. Gone was any sign of nervousness. "So, should I presume I made a such a good impression on you earlier that you couldn't get me out of your head and had to start asking around to find out who I was?" he asked. He lifted his glass and, still smiling over the rim, took another drink.
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Post by Amanda St. Croix on Sept 3, 2016 8:25:07 GMT -5
"You could presume that, yes," she replied, turning her attention back to him. "But it could have also had something to do with Wes knowing who you were and telling me about the guy over by Faith who was staring at him." She tilted her head to the side. "So I probably shouldn't take too much credit for discovering who you are....but I was very curious. You....definitely leave an impression, AJ Lefabre."
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