forum One on One RP anybody?

Started July 23, 2019 by @ElderGod-Icefire

tune

(ahaha yup XD)

Jack smiled. "It is normal, Lincoln." he murmured back. "Love is love is love is love. Doesn't matter who loves who." he shook his head a little bit.

“I’ve never heard that from anyone before,” Lincoln laughed nervously. Up until this point there had been a little pin prick of doubt in his mind about whether this place was real or not. Nor did he ever expect there to be so many people gathered here at one time as well. “Well, should we find a seat?”

"Well, that's because you've never met a guy like me." he teased, smiling softly. "And…yeah, a seat sounds great." he looked around, smiling still. He had no idea where to sit, but took Lincoln's hand and tugged him over to a seat. "This should be good."

Lincoln propelled himself off the counter to follow Jack. His mouth spread into a wide smile, and faded into a simpler, content one as they reached the table. “This should be perfect,” he agreed, sinking into the closest chair with his hand still in Jack’s. He didn’t want to let go, and here they didn’t have to.

Jack sat down, his hand still in Lincoln's. He didn't really want to let go either. "Mhm." he agreed, looking around the room. He wasn't sure what to do now, though, in all honesty.

“I wonder if we got here in time for a live singer,” Lincoln wondered aloud. “I don’t go to bars very often, but I know they sometimes have live singers and a band. It might be the same here, or I could be wrong.”

He shrugged. "I don't know. I hope so." He replied with a faint smile. Their hands were still linked together, and he bit his lip a little bit.

“Me too,” Lincoln returned another smile. He brushed his thumb lightly against Jack’s hand. His mind returned to their conversation earlier, and it momentarily dampened his mood. Was this time they were spending with each other all in vain? He had only just met Jack, but the thought of him leaving before he got a chance to really know him was heartbreaking in and of itself.

Jack glanced down at their linked hands, then over at Lincoln again. God, he wished he could kiss him…but that wasn't a wise idea, was it. Not when Jack would be leaving as soon as he was able. Not when relationships like this were illegal in the Corps.

Lincoln wasn’t looking back at Jack anymore, instead seeming distracted by the live band playing at the front of the room. He supposed that if Jack might be leaving soon, he should make the most of his time with him. “When I get tipsy enough,” he spoke, “would you care to dance?”

Jack smiled a little bit. "Sure. Just let me know when." he replied, taking a sip of his own drink and looking over at the band. "I'd love to." he added after a moment, giving Lincoln another smile.

Lincoln returned the smile, but it was short lived as he brought his own glass of whiskey to his lips. This man across from him, Jack, was so incredibly attractive, and strangely so easy to be with—and to talk to whenever the conversation didn’t revolve around how the two of them shouldn’t be getting close to one another.

Jack took a deep breath, and took another sip of his drink. He wished that Lincoln was less attractive. Or was straight. Because goddamnit he was off-limits.

Lincoln was quiet for several more moments while he absently drank his whiskey, imagining what might be happening now if Jack had born here, in Lincoln’s time. At last, he set down his glass, which only had maybe half a swallow left. “Alright. I’m ready to dance if you are,” he hummed.

Jack looked over at him, and smiled. "Yeah, sure. Let's go." He replied. He stood up, took another sip of his drink, and held out his hand to Lincoln.

Lincoln swiped his tongue across his dry lips nervously. He stared up at Jack’s hand, as if trying to make another quick second decision, before he grasped it. “Let’s go,” he echoed. “You’ll have to excuse my two left feet. I haven’t danced in forever.”

Jack laughed a little bit, leading Lincoln out onto the dance floor. "Your feet are excused." He replied. "And in any case, I'm not familiar with this type of dancing." He smiled softly.

“It’s alright,” Lincoln chuckled in reply and followed him to the empty space. There were a few other couples dancing to the band, which had began to play at a more dance-worthy pace. “I don’t think anyone else is paying close attention anyway.”

He smiled softly as they started to dance. "Well, good." he replied. "Although that doesn't mean i'm going to do my kind of dancing. I think it would scandalize everyone."

Lincoln erupted into warm laughter as he gingerly wrapped his arms around Jack’s shoulders. “Well, now you have me curious! Depending how scandalized these men here already are, your type of dancing might catch on.”

He snorted, laughing softly. "No, it would royally fuck up the entire timeline of the world, probably." he replied. "And then I'd be in serious trouble."

"Shame," Lincoln chortled along. "Speaking of. Does your agency know what you do when you're in a specific time such as this one? As in, can they track your every movement?" Perhaps that was the reason for Tip—assuming the technology in the future was even that advanced in the first place.

He blinked. "Well…they can monitor the changes in time, really. If anything gets too wildly off, then they know that I'm misbehaving pretty badly, and that I need to be dealt with." he replied slowly.

Lincoln nodded faintly. “Can they do anything when you’re in the past? Or do they have to wait until you get back?” He wanted to know everything about the technology in the future. Were other time travelers able to travel at the same time Jack did?