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Post by Mathias Kohler on Jan 13, 2012 0:24:46 GMT -5
Despite having just asked for two beers, Lukas made his own order. And of course Mathias could easily down the two drinks but he thought it was strange that he didn’t say anything about the matter. Well if he didn’t like beer it made no difference to him in the end, even if he now had four glasses around him like a small city on the wooden counter top.
It seemed as though the Norwegian was as eager to talk about his career as he was willing to talk about his own. “That so?” He chuckled, glad to know he wasn’t the only one more than happy to brag about their advancements in life. “Think I know where you’re comin’ from there.” He smiled, taking a few gulps of his chosen drink before setting it down and lifting his head up at his next question.
He laughed at a volume that could only be described by most as obnoxiously loud and leaned back a long with the other man. “I’m here before the season starts… and I think you’re just leavin’ these things around for attention.” He leant his head in his hand and smirked. “You got it.”
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Post by Deleted Account on Jan 14, 2012 23:32:20 GMT -5
Lukas bit his lip when he saw the two glasses of beer set in front of Mathias, and only then realized that one of them was for him. He must’ve been too distracted by the unease of this situation all being a joke. Feeling honor bound, he said, “I could take one of those, if it was meant for me.” He didn’t exactly know what he would do with it once he actually got it, though. . .
His heart, as unwilling as he was to admit it, stopped for a moment at the smile the hockey player sent his way. Really, when did he turn into such a schoolboy? He didn’t even feel this way about his first boyfriend. . .
The loud laugh jolted the Norwegian from his thoughts, only to stifle a wince at the volume of the laugh. It was like forte fortissimo, one of the loudest volumes possible for an instrument to emit, as well as one of the most dangerous. It could deafen people using certain instruments, but it was also the easiest volume to lose the good tone of a musician and sound as though one is just screaming without a care in the world. Attention? Is that what he thinks? The thought came bitterly to his head, before he dismissed it and planned a response. “What gives me the honor to hold the attention of such a handsome, skilled hockey player such as yourself?” His tone was honeysweet, actually bordering on saccharine, as he teased the man, in Danish, no less. Years spent dating a Dane who didn’t enjoy speaking Norwegian and often muttered in Danish left Lukas almost fluent. “Åh, I also have a present for you.” He produced a medium sized notepad and a pen, clicking the pen’s tip out and writing something quickly before setting the pen down on the paper and sliding it over to his companion.
His smile was mischievous, and his eyes danced with impish glee. Aross the heading of the paper, he had written:
Messages to Lukas; From Mathias.
“Since you love writing on my papers, I thought this would perfect for you.” He mirrored the Dane’s position, his voice well beyond saccharine and moving into sickeningly sweet. “Honor me with more of your coveted attention, won’t you?”
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Post by Mathias Kohler on Jan 15, 2012 18:20:28 GMT -5
When it was pointed out that he had two beers he initially hummed in question, not quite hearing him over the white noise of different voices surrounding them. “Oh, yeah, go for it.” He pushed one over to him fast enough that it spilt a little over the side and onto the counter, not that Mathias seemed to notice this.
The tone Lukas used did not go unnoticed, dense as the hockey player could be at times and he was more than willing to take up the challenge; even if that meant flirting with a man who he wanted nothing to do with after tonight. And he had no intention of meeting with him again. However, he really didn’t have much of an answer to that question, sickly sweet as it was asked. He stalled by taking a rather long drink then when he placed it down he shrugged once. “Well, since you were pretty much beggin’ me for attention and I’m such a nice person, I wasn’t gonna leave you hangin’ there.”
He quirked an eyebrow at the mention of a present and he wasn’t sure if Lukas was actually being serious, after all he’d received fan presents before. But the note pad and pen were clearly just to tease him. “I would, but then I’d be spoilin’ ya.” He snapped it shut, thinking to himself that he was liking the guy less and less with every minute he spent talking to him. “But thanks for the thought, man.” He laughed, sliding the book back over to him then finished his first beer. He needed all the encouragement he could get.
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Post by Deleted Account on Jan 22, 2012 0:55:05 GMT -5
For a moment he stared at the drink in front of him. Now, what am I going to do with this? He pushed his soda away and pulled the beer closer, This is probably the worst idea I’ve ever acted on. . . Lukas raised the cup to his mouth and swallowed some. His fingers came away from the glass dampened by the drops of beer that spilled over the side. Without thinking, his brought his fingers to his lips to suck them clean. It was as though he was dreaming, for a moment later he sharply withdrew his fingers and reached for a napkin to wipe his fingers clean. A softly murmured, “Excuse me. . .” escaped his mouth. He would have to space out his sips, or else. . .
He was jolted back to reality entirely when the hockey player pushed the notebook back towards him, rejecting it. The blonde took the pen in his hand and twirled it around his fingers. “Then will you tell me what it’s like? I’ve always only watched hockey from the outside, in front the glass of my TV. What’s it like to be out on the ice during a game? To chase after someone who has the puck? Or to have the puck in your possession and have other players chase after you?
“Tell me, Mathias, what’s it like on the ice behind the glass?”
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