forum One on One RP anybody?

Started July 23, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

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Lincoln had no idea where this underground bar was, but he did know someone who did happen to know. It was classified information of course, and Lincoln had heard of it so long ago he forgot where he initially heard about it. After a very brief conversation with a man in a dark suit and slicked back hair, they were directed to a restaurant across town and told to order “A triple cheese Amaryllis quiche.””

Lincoln entered said restaurant first and held the door open for Jack. A little ding sounded at their arrival. At surface level, it certainly didn’t look like the right place, with bright paintings hanging on the walls, and almost every chair filled at every table. The soft hum of conversation filled the room, conversation from couples who would be seen as perfectly acceptable in society. A man who was perhaps in his mid thirties was behind the counter, wiping down the smooth surface with a damp cloth.

Jack went inside, and waited for Lincoln. Once they sat down, he waited expectantly to see what would happen. He was dressed as he had been all day, though he had managed to wrangle his hair into something a little more neat and tidy and better looking. He nearly ran a hand through his hair before stopping himself just in time.

Lincoln sank down into a chair near Jack, but refrained from getting too comfortable. He wasn’t even certain this was it, but there was only one way to tell.

The man at the counter looked up as they entered. He disappeared into the kitchen, and reappeared with two menus. “What can I get you two sirs? Any drinks to start of with?”

Jack licked his lips a little bit, nervous about what would happen if this was the wrong place. He ran a hand through his hair, looking at Lincoln carefully.

Lincoln took a shaky breath as he tried to remember what they had been told to order. In the moment, and the fact that they could be in legitimate danger, his mind went blank for a moment. Oh, right, “Ah, we will have two orders of Amaryllis quiche, please.”

The man blinked, taking a second or so to analyze is information. He blinked his gaze between Jack and Lincoln. “Of course, follow me please.”

Jack nodded, and got up to follow the man. He ran his hands through his hair anxiously, hoping this wasn't a trap of some sort.

Lincoln pursed his lips nervously as he followed the man into the kitchen. The kitchen was alive with the sound of clanking dishes and the smell of garlic and herbs, but they didn’t stop at the beginning, nor the middle. The man led them to the back of the kitchen, to a door that looked strangely similar to a pantry entrance.

Jack frowned a little, scratching at his chin for a moment, but didn't speak. He didn't know what he would have said anyways. Gonna eat us? No, that sounded too…he didn't even know. But he didn't open his mouth, merely followed the man.

The man leaned down to toss aside the a rug that covered the floor. Or more specifically, a trap door. He yanked up the door, grunting a bit with the effort, but it eventually gave way. “The bar you’re looking for is just down the stairs and through the second door on the right.”

Jack blinked. "I feel like this is the plot for a murder…novel." he whispered to Lincoln. He had almost said murder "movie", but then realized that Lincoln wouldn't understand the reference.

Lincoln laughed but covered his mitt to stifle it. “Hah, yes it does…” he whispered back, “Do you still want to try it?”

The man leaned against the wall while he waited for the men to decide if they wanted to go in. The newcomers tended to be reluctant going down at first.

Jack hesitated. "No harm in trying. Hopefully." he said, and started down, waiting for Jackson at the bottom. He ran a hand through his hair, fidgeting a little bit.

“S’pose so,” Lincoln followed Jack down the freaky stairs. He let his hand brush against the handrail.

The trapdoor fell shut above them, leaving them in nearly total darkness and silence, except for the faint light and muffled sound of music peeking through the bottom of one of the doors. The second door on the right.

Jack frowned, and went cautiously to the door. He opened it up slowly, eyes flashing around the space curiously.

It looked an awful lot like a regular bar. Low amber light, a counter with a bartender mixing drinks, several couples drunkenly leaning on each other and kissing—either at tables or against the walls, an empty space for dancing, and upbeat classical music playing on a raised platform. The only difference? There were no women.

Jack smiled, lips curving upwards. This was… different. This was a place like he had been to before, but now it was illicit and illegal. He looked at Lincoln to see the other male's reaction.

Lincoln’s eyes widened as he took in all of the scene. He’d never seen anything like this, never a place so accepting of men doting one each other, never a place where he saw so many people like him. “Let’s…we should get a drink, shall we?” He breathed.

Jack grinned at him. "Let's." He replied, heading towards the bar with a smile.

Lincoln followed along almost cautiously at first, his eyes still darting around the room. This place was almost too good to be true, all too much to take in. A smile spread across his face as he gradually confused himself that this was real.

(…you mean "darting", right?? lmaoo)

Jack was grinning still, and ordered a drink for himself, then turned to Lincoln. "What do you want to drink?" he asked curiously, raising his eyebrows at Lincoln.

(Oops Lmao!! Yep, just fixed it)

“Just a whiskey,” Lincoln replied to both Jack and the bartender. “I’ll save something more adventurous for another day.”

("farting around the room" lmaooo)

Jack smiled a little, taking his drink and sipping from it, eyes still flickering around the room. "Mm. Alright." he replied.

(lol! I guess eyes can fart now)

Lincoln took his glass after it was poured. He turned around to lean against the counter, facing the rest of the room. "It's so weird… seeing this. It seems almost normal," he murmured.