Skorpa in drag

 

"Nice eyeliner, Buffalo Bill," Sebastian snarked at the man, though privately he did think Skorpa looked good with a bit of eye makeup.

 

Light hues shifting to briefly look at Sebastian for a very short moment Skorpa’s middle finger soon moved up towards him without even a word. He literally spent about ninety percent of his existence in eyeliner how HADN'T he fucking noticed that nearly every time they'd seen one another? Idiot....

 

Sebastian caved. "Kidding. It looks good on you. The lipstick, too. The clothes, however, I think you could do without."

It took him a second to realize what he had just said. "N-not like that!" he stammered. "That display didn't give me a semi at all! Just-- Hey." Something occurred to him. "Is that why you were...." And then he trailed off. He had been about to ask if that was why Skorpa had been in that boutique, but Serena had met him there, not Sebastian, so he thought better of it. "Well, um, anyway, a trick I lear-- uh, heard about-- is, you can buy something in the next size up and have it tailored to perfectly flatter your body. Not that I'm thinking about your body, because that... would be stupid."

 

A wicked smirk immediately crossed the others face at hearing the other. "You are either very bad at flirting or very bad at lying Sebastian.... Or maybe it's both?" He moved closer so he was truthfully uncomfortably close to the other. "I'm going to guess you've both personal experience AND you might pass out if I removed my clothes in front of you" He whispered lowly before slowly moving to circle around Sebastian until he was coming up on his other side. "No need to lie to me pretty boy ... You at least just got half a stiffy" He mocked into the others ear with a wicked smirk. Honestly he was damn near about to pull one of his usual moves on those he was unsure of save for one thing. A rather wicked idea suddenly crossed his mind and he had to know for sure.....

 

"I. Am. Not. Flirting," Sebastian bit out. "And I don't have personal experience with you. I would remember. Wait. Maybe I wouldn't. 2013 to 2015 was kind of a blur.... But I certainly wouldn't faint from seeing another man naked."

He turned his head to look at Skorpa, his lips practically meeting the other's cheek. "If you're fixing to grope me to find out if I got a partial for you...."

 

This male was so stupid it was honestly hard not to laugh at his complete lack of basic intelligence. Sure he could judge away all day while prancing around in his suit all 'I have a degree' but when it came to such basic social understandings Skorpa honestly ruled king. This scenario was certainly one of them seeing the other desperately grasp at ways to act as though he had not once ever thought of the other that was and ended up entirely missing half the conversation in the process. "Mmm no you haven't even remotely earned me gracing you with my hands little boy.... But good! Sense you're so smart why don't you come help me tomorrow? Me, you, a fancy boutique, oh maybe afterwards we can pick up a bottle of that amaretto you love soooo much. If you're nice to me" He whispered the last part teasingly honestly enjoying this WAY to much. If Sebastian said yes by any context he was certainly going to take full advantage of the situation and either drive the guy mad or.... Well probably still mad but in a far different way.

 

Sebastian's cheeks flushed at Skorpa's mild degradation and he swallowed, hard. "I'm not so little," he argued, being just a touch bratty. "And I can afford my own drinks, but let's say for argument's sake that I'd deign to assist you in exchange for a free bottle of... say, Disaronno. How nice are we talking here?"

 

"Mmm I never meant to insinuate you couldn't. It's a mere gesture" Skorpa purred back in response before his eyes briefly moved away for a moment as if he was thinking. However finally moving up beside Sebastian he smirked "Nothing like that... Unless by the end of it somehow you really are nothing more than a terrible liar. I do not pay for sex I can get it whenever I want. So don't kid yourself" He paused briefly and playfully smirked at the other before reaching all to shamelessly into the pocket he'd seen the outline of a phone. "You merely amuse me.... And I think this will be fun. Plus Sebastian. You really ought to learn to relax a little. Enjoy yourself for once. You behave as if you haven't been laid in a century and stress like that causes grey hairs" He added all to teasingly and almost sincerely sweetly for part of it as he simply typed his phone number into Sebastian’s phone. Not the burner phone, not his work phone, not the club phone, but his own personal cell he really only used for members of the M.C, friends and family. "Text me when you make up your mind" he added teasingly at last handing the other the cell again before turning to leave only stopping for a brief moment "Oh.... And don't wear those ridiculous shaded. They make you look like a douchy upper class cunt who did to much cocaine before his nine to five" He added soon laughing as he finally continued off.

 

"Gross." Sebastian wrinkled his nose. "I wasn't asking you to sleep with me. I was just making sure you're not fixing to hold my hand in the dressing room or something dumb like that."

He jumped as Skorpa reached for his phone and tried to bat his arm away.

"I am relaxed," he snapped. That was a lie; he'd been edging for days by now, but a century was too much of an exaggeration.

When Skorpa handed him back his phone, he breathed a sigh of relief that Skorpa hadn't scrolled through his list of apps. He almost laughed. Did Skorpa really mistake him for upper class? That would have made his mother proud, may vultures feast on her decaying flesh.

[Spice, actually], he texted. [Among other things. But not before work. I got clean when 🦆 hired me. See you tomorrow.]