Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2011 13:08:03 GMT -8
He hoped Arcus hadn't taken it too badly but who was he kidding? If the man had found him attractive enough to try for his affections, then his hopes would have been raised to some level at some point. Maybe he had spoken to confidents about it or had kept it bottled... the latter more likely. Cliff was still trying to come to terms with the fact.
He glanced towards the kitchen as he saw Telsia emerge and smiled in greeting though she seemed more primarily concerned with the Starfleet guy... probably that engineer Angel had unwittingly called before. He gave the bottle a dubious gaze before shaking his head with amusement. Arcus was still hovering close by and he wondered why. He had said gently he wasn't interested, he didn't swing that way at all. He had no problems with it... it just wasn't for him.
Said engineer joined them and Cliff was getting a bad feeling... was that the sound of laughter he just heard. He gazed past the engineer's back to peer at the door before the man distracted him.
"So, Cliff is it?"
He nodded but didn't have a chance to reply as Bruce sent the bottle over and Cliff didn't have time to move out of the way of the viscous looking liquid fast enough. It clung to the fabric like glue and Cliff stood aghast. It had been made by his sister and if the laundry people couldn't get it out, then she would be very upset if she learned of it.
"Are you okay?! Does anyone have a towel?"
It didn't help the ale had a weird scent to it and he looked at Bruce with an almost hard to read gaze. "Yeah, fine..." he clearly wasn't.
"I have one,"
"There's a nice collection there," he muttered as he worked. "This may take some time."
The colour left the african-englishman's face and he could only stand there frozen in place in shock at what Arcus was doing as said cook 'tended' to his nether region. Finally sense kicked in and he gently held the other away from him, "I got it, thank you," he sighed and looked at Bruce and Telsia.
Why did he get the feeling he'd been set up?
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He glanced towards the kitchen as he saw Telsia emerge and smiled in greeting though she seemed more primarily concerned with the Starfleet guy... probably that engineer Angel had unwittingly called before. He gave the bottle a dubious gaze before shaking his head with amusement. Arcus was still hovering close by and he wondered why. He had said gently he wasn't interested, he didn't swing that way at all. He had no problems with it... it just wasn't for him.
Said engineer joined them and Cliff was getting a bad feeling... was that the sound of laughter he just heard. He gazed past the engineer's back to peer at the door before the man distracted him.
"So, Cliff is it?"
He nodded but didn't have a chance to reply as Bruce sent the bottle over and Cliff didn't have time to move out of the way of the viscous looking liquid fast enough. It clung to the fabric like glue and Cliff stood aghast. It had been made by his sister and if the laundry people couldn't get it out, then she would be very upset if she learned of it.
"Are you okay?! Does anyone have a towel?"
It didn't help the ale had a weird scent to it and he looked at Bruce with an almost hard to read gaze. "Yeah, fine..." he clearly wasn't.
"I have one,"
"There's a nice collection there," he muttered as he worked. "This may take some time."
The colour left the african-englishman's face and he could only stand there frozen in place in shock at what Arcus was doing as said cook 'tended' to his nether region. Finally sense kicked in and he gently held the other away from him, "I got it, thank you," he sighed and looked at Bruce and Telsia.
Why did he get the feeling he'd been set up?
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