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“Yeah, I’m good. I think I must have slept weird or something like that, because it’s already hurting a bit. But I’ll be fine, just need to keep weight off of it for a while,” Corbin explained.
“Yeah, I’m good. I think I must have slept weird or something like that, because it’s already hurting a bit. But I’ll be fine, just need to keep weight off of it for a while,” Corbin explained.
"Do you want me to carry you through the apartment, then?" Bastian teased, smiling as he began to drive off
“No, no, I’ll be fine with my crutch,” Corbin said as he put his seat belt on. Orion gave a small yap from the backseat, so he reached back to pet the dog.
"Well, I offered," Bastian said with a shrug. Eventually they pulled up at the nightclub they had first met at, and Bastian stepped out before walking around to help Corbin out
Corbin opened the door, waving Bastian off as he slowly got out of the car, grunting as he did so. Orion hopped out after him, his fluffy tail wagging back and forth. “This is the nightclub… You live here?”
Bastian nodded, chuckling a bit as he did so. "Yeah, I live in the rooms upstairs. Place used to be a hotel before the bottom half or so got remodeled," he explained
“Huh,” Corbin hummed softly, nodding his head in understanding. “There’s an elevator, right? Because I don’t think I can do stairs right now.”
"Yeah, there's an elevator. You'll only have to walk a little bit," Bastian assured him. He walked around to the back entrance, opening the door for Corbin before walking inside
“Alright, that’ll be fine, then,” Corbin said with a nod. He thanked Bastian when the door was opened for him, and he walked into the building, looking around.
It was definitely an elaborate building, seemingly very vintage. Bastian made his way to an elevator at the end of the hall, humming faintly as he did so
Corbin walked a bit slower, taking a moment to look at all of the decor. “This looks a lot different from the actual nightclub,” he commented.
“Like I said, this place used to be a vintage five star hotel,” Bastian hummed. He made his way to an elaborate elevator before opening it and stepping inside
Corbin stepped inside the elevator, leaning up against the wall. Orion sat down next to him, panting a bit with his tongue hanging out.
Bastian pressed the button for his floor before leaning back. He glanced at Orion, chuckling a bit at the dog. “Your puppy is awful cute,” he hummed
Corbin looked down at Orion and smiled softly. “Yeah, he’s a good dog,” he said, bending down to pet Orion’s fur.
Bastian chuckled. “Yeah, he’s pretty.” The elevator dinged, and Bastian stepped out. He led Corbin down the hall, eventually stopping at one of the doors without a number. He unlocked it before stepping inside
Corbin limped down the hallway, going over to the door. He went inside after Bastian, looking around the entryway.
It wasn’t too bad of a space. It was big enough that it looked like a few hotel rooms put together, with a kitchen off to the side and even a living room and bedroom. It was a bit messy, with the odd band poster here and there and even a few guitars propped up in the living room. There was even a pole off to the side as well, which Bastian had tried to tuck away from sight
Corbin glanced around, taking in the appearance of the rooms. “Nice place,” he commented. He noticed the pole, though, and arched a brow with question.
“Thanks, um,” Bastian began, but he looked at the pole when he realized Corbin was looking at it. “Oh, I poledance,” he said as if it was the most logical thing in the universe
“Yeah, I know that,” Corbin said with a nod. “I saw you in the nightclub before I met you,” he added.
“Right, yeah,” Bastian said after a pause. “So ignore that, uh. You want food?” he asked as he made his way into the kitchen
“You did say that this would be a lunch date, so I would hope that you would have food,” Corbin said. He chuckled slightly, following Bastian into the kitchen, where he set his crutch aside and leaned against a counter.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ve got food,” Bastian chuckled. He reached into the fridge, pulling out a tray of small sandwiches. He couldn’t cook to save a life, so he had bribed the chef downstairs into making him stuff
Corbin ran a hand through his hair as he waited, Orion laying on the floor next to him. “You make those?” He asked.
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