forum chaotic gay rp (one-on-one/closed)

Started August 11, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Corbin arched a brow as he watched the bartender leave so quickly. He brushed off the feeling it gave him, and he ran a hand through his hair again.

"So…you said you lived around here, right?" Bastian asked, now turning to look at Corbin again. He seemed to get hotter almost the more he looked at him, though he wasn't sure if that was just the alcohol or what

“I do, just a few blocks away,” Corbin answered with a nod of his head. He lived in some small cabin, and it was nice there. Lots of silence and such, just the way he preffeed it.

"Really? Must be a nice place," Bastian said. He glanced over at the returning bartender, who handed him a glass of whiskey. He slid it over to Corbin with a small smile

“Mm, it’s alright,” Corbin said. It was a smaller place, just enough room for him and his dog. He lived alone, and he never got many guests.

"Maybe I could swing by sometime. You seem like the type to need a little company now and then," Bastian hummed. Truth be told, Corbin did seem a little lonely. Okay, a lot lonely by his standards

Corbin shrugged his shoulders loosely, thinking that Bastian would just come around wanting sex or something. “I have my dog, and it’s fine,” he said. The quiet of his home was a much better experience then the war torn area he had been deployed in.

"Yeah, but a dog isn't a person. Unless, you know. You're one of those people," Bastian said, making an exaggerated noise of disgust before taking a sip of his drink

“Oh shut up,” Corbin sneered, shaking his head slowly. “And considering he is a therapy dog, he’s probably better than a person.”

"Well, he's still a dog. Granted he probably is way better than most people, but not being around people for a long amount of time can really fuck you over," Bastian protested. He personally couldn't stand being alone for more than a day or two at a time, though that was probably just because it was easy for him to get depressed when he wasn't around people

“Maybe for you,” Corbin commented. He picked up his drink and took a long sip, huffing softly. He ran a hand over his stubble again, thinking that he might want to shave it.

"Here, how about this. When your sad ass realizes you're lonely, call me," Bastian said before pulling a pen and a stray scrap of paper from his jacket. He scribbled his number down before sliding the paper towards Corbin

Corbin looked down at the paper with a frown on his lips. “Alright,” he huffed, taking it and stuffing it into his pocket. He tipped back his drink, quickly downing the rest of it.

Bastian glanced at Corbin's drink. "You want a refill?" he offered before taking a sip of his own drink. Idly, he wondered if Corbin would ever actually call him. Probably not, since the guy seemed like he pretty much hated him. Well, it was worth a shot

Corbin shook his head in response, pushing to his feet with a grunt. “I’m fine, thanks. I’m probably just going to head out,” he told Bastian, leaning against his crutch a bit now.

Bastian pouted a little at that. "Aw, so soon? We were just getting to know each other," he complained. He really did want to spend more time with Corbin. He seemed like such an interesting person, and he felt like if he left now he might never see him again. But at the same time, he knew that probably wasn't true. He was just letting the alcohol get to him

“I’ll calll you or something,” Corbin said after a moment. Would he really do that? Or was he just saying that in an attempt to make Bastian feel better.

"Cool, cool," Bastian said, flashing him a smile before taking a swig of his drink. He gave Orion a small wave before resting back against the counter

Corbin gave Bastian a brief ‘goodbye’ before stepping away. He used his crutch to help himself walk, Orion’s leash in his other hand as the dog followed right next to him. He left the nightclub, huffing to himself as he walked down the sidewalk. He couldn’t drive, was told that because of his PTSD, he could have an episode when driving and crash.

Bastian leaned back against the counter. He let out a sigh as he finished his bottle of bourbon before tossing the bottle in a nearby trash can. He debated going and dancing again, though oddly enough he really just wanted to sleep now. He got to his feet, reaching for his jacket and tugging it on before making his way towards the elevator at the back of the club

After about 10 minutes of walking, Corbin reached his small home. He unlocked the front door and unclipped Orion’s leash. He let Orion inside, then went inside after. He huffed sharply, thankful to be back in his quiet home.

Bastian stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for his floor. He stepped out of it a moment later, running a hand through his slightly messy hair as he made his way towards his apartment. The nightclub had been made out of an abandoned five-star hotel several years ago, and many of the employees lived in apartments made out of old rooms

Corbin locked the door behind him before making his way down the hall and to his bedroom. He leaned his crutch up against the bed, sitting down to pull his boots off.

Bastian eventually made it to his apartment, yawning as he fished the key from the necklace he kept it on underneath his shirt. He fumbled with it for a moment, struggling a little in his drunken state. Eventually he managed to unlock his door, and he stepped inside before promptly flopping down on the couch

Corbin then took off his pants, jacket, and tshirt- changing into a simple tshirt and pair of loose sweatpants. He sat back against the edge of his bed, sighing as he reached down to massage the back of his aching leg.