Pants.
Pants were that fine denim line between being socially acceptable and publically indecent, and Alarick didn’t much care for the latter happening. For some reasons he could only visualize Sebastian pulling up to his half naked form roaming about Bellingstone with an intense stare of disappointment (and maybe envy considering what he saw packaged there). Still being arrested by his leader and friend didn’t quite seem to a promising way to start this Sunday morning.
The hardwood was cool underneath his feet as he tiptoed about- swerving in and out of ripped away shirts and undergarments. Those dark hazel eyes peeled back to the supple form of his lover. Her blonde hair tumbled over silken pillows, her tan skin contrasted sharply with the Havana blue sheets, and one perfectly pedicured toe jutted out from underneath all that mess. She moaned and twisted- her makeup smeared doll-like over her lids. Alarick halted movement and held his breath for a moment. ’I seriously don’t think she is a T-Rex,’ he thought and yet she failed to stir anymore ‘but hey it is working’.
Quickly he was able to procure his pants and slide them over his legs. Next came his shirt- he grabbed the nearest gray t-shirt, and slid into the living room. There were his shoes and jacket- unfortunately his socks were to be a tribute to his presence in her condo whenever- or wherever- she came across them.
The door clicked softly behind him.
Alarick realized that he had failed to put his shirt on yet, and so slowly slid it down his muscular torso. His lover- Stacey, Macy, Sarah, Stephanie, or whatever- had asked in her drunken haze last night ‘what was up with his back’. He had silenced her with a heavy kiss and breathed in the tender taste of too much SoCo and lemonade before he slammed that body onto the bed and made a fiercely tender love to her.
Those eyes glanced back down to note that it was very much not his shirt. The low-cut v-neck dipped across his chest with rhinestone embezzling of ‘Princess’ below it. Oh she had been very much so a princess. Yet it was too late for him to go back now, and so instead he slid his jacket over it and zipped it up.
Slowly he slinked out of apartment complex and found his feet treading down a familiar path. Alarick usually just walked through Bellingstone. Many assumed it was for his health, but truth be told he much rather the women that he bed not know what his car looked like- could complicate already complicated matters.
Yet instead of heading straight back towards his own well-furnished apartment- he found himself taking a bit of a detour. The Comic Store was not the place that his certain circles would entail, and honestly if Annelise wasn’t employed there then he wouldn’t even bother with it.
The jingle as the door opened signaled his entry, and he inevitably found his way into the dusty land of nerdom and omnipotent fictional but useless knowledge. “Annelise,” he announced- his voice licked with a fading Italian accent. He had grown up underneath his mother’s wing, and she had encouraged that thick tone of her voice. “Let’s go get breakfast? Coffee? Or at least some company? And before you go on about a job and all that nonsense- consider where you work. The nerds haven’t quite gotten up yet from their all-night ‘LAND’ parties.” Alarick stated with a breathless ease- not caring if he recited that correctly or not.
“I’ll let you laugh at my shirt~” he added at the end of that.