Not An Answer To Be Heard

              ——   ☾    NO ANGELS. Small pools of rain collected in various puddles along the deserted streets. Neon lights reflected in the darkened pools, creating a newfound source of light. The scent of petrichor clung in the air, intertwining with the variety of scents that fulfilled the crisp air. Surely her own scent had now combined with the previous existing scents. Two species would certainly be able to locate the pheromone that clung to her figure. On any other occasion—particularly her day job—such a scent would be unwelcoming. However, it was this very smell that would secure her money. 

Bryce was finally back in the city, after taking a little vacation with Leon outside of it. Even though he called Covaire his home, it was nice to step away from it for a few days.

Lorenzo could feel Bryce's eyes on him even as his traveled over the room. If the wolf wanted to have a conversation with him he would leave it up to him. They were both stubborn and not likely to apologize for what had happened. Enzo had pushed when he probably shouldn't have. But he also believed Bryce had been lashing out when he wasn't necessarily angry at him. It didn't really matter to him, he wasn't the sort to be wounded by something like that or take it personally. He was surprised when Bryce made his way over. Very few clients willingly let their escorts out of their sights in a place like this. It was a good way to lose their company for the evening. "Bryce." He greeted him, finally turning to look at him. "I would ask if you're enjoying yourself but you strike me more the participating sort than the voyeur."

Bryce moved through the crowd like an animal stalking prey. The calm and cool collectiveness kept eyes on him but also put people out of his way. "I am enjoying myself regardless. Also who knows what the night will bring, maybe I will be a participant at some point". It wasn't uncommon for him to take part in a scene, even if he was with a client. "And you? How are you?"

Elessar put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the small table. He smiled when Bryce stopped cold. He'd been expecting something. An answer. A smartass remark. But all the older wolf had gotten was a mumbled no as Bryce backed away from the room. Elessar watched with interest as the urge to bolt grew inside of the younger man. Waiting patiently until it hit its peak and Bryce turned and made for the door.

The short walk back to the door suddenly felt very long. Bryce wanted to shake off the feeling of dread, but his body started to shake. He didn't want this, he never wanted it. Whatever deal he made with Elessar was not worth this. He had thought if he just didn't deliver, then it meant he didn't owe Elessar anything.

Mr. Black was a professional pseudonym. Not the most original of names. But it did what Elessar Cohen needed it to do. Build in an anonymous buffer at times. Mr. Black could look like anyone, be anyone. Most recently Mr. Black looked very much like one of his hired pieces of muscle, Calvin. And Calvin had done a very good job at convincing a certain escort of the reality of who he was. Because Elessar Cohen, upstanding Civilian and business owner couldn't go around breaking into apartments. At least, not more than once. And Bryce had made an agreement with the Pawnbroker. An agreement for names and once a month visits. And Bryce was in arrears once again. Elessar was sitting on the couch in the hotel suite that Mr. Black had procured for the evening. A nice dinner sat under silver room service trays on the table not too far away from the couch. Elessar's scars had healed a lot but there was still faint evidence of them across the left side of his body. Happily both eyes now worked again.

Mathias was pretty excited about the night now that Mr. Black showed up. He followed the client into the hotel, chatting about the day and trying to learn more about the client. Bryce liked to be informed on clients, in case they wanted to make their meetings a frequent thing. He learned that people liked it when he was able to pick up on things about them. He thought it made them feel important.

Lorenzo was not the type to complain about quiet, about not having much to do. But Ana had gone to see a friend for the evening, and he had decided he could stand the quiet of the house no longer. It was how he found himself entering Le Boudoir to see what entertainment was to be found for the evening. He stopped on the ground floor, making his way through the rooms to see the scenes playing out. He shouldn't have been surprised when he spotted Bryce across the room. They had run into each other here before, but he had been giving the wolf his space as of recently. It looked as though Bryce was with a client, and he had no interest in another fight tonight. So he remained leaning against the wall, eyes drifting briefly to Bryce before moving on to the others in the room.

His job was to please, and that was what Bryce did best. Even if he wasn't in the proper headspace for it, he still wanted to do a good job. It had been a while since he stepped foot in Le Boudoir, mostly due to him still recovering from the attacks on the city. It felt good to be back there though, and it helped that he was with a client instead of by himself. This client wasn't very intense like most who would bring Bryce there. The wolf had a theory that he was just trying things out. They weren't participating, and just watching. Bryce was getting a bit bored though, and let his eyes wander around the room. When he spotted Lorenzo, he just stared at the client. The memories of their fight was fresh. The pup wasn't the type to apologize when he believed he was in the right sadly. He either held a grudge or moved on. It was opposite ends of the spectrum, but that was how he worked. The client he was with seemed interested in the scene and pretty much told Bryce to find something to do. So the escort made his way over to Lorenzo.

Felix shook his head and grinned, "A surprise of course." Because the was part of the fun for him, not letting Bryce know. After all the wolf had written him a blank check. Not that he was going to keep doing anything that the wolf didn't seem to be enthusiastically enjoying. But Bryce didn't need to know that either. It added that little bit of danger to sex. Because so much of what made sex really fun happened in the mind. And he wanted Bryce to think about him long after tonight was over. Because he liked the wolf. He seemed fun and was interesting to talk to and had one hell of a smoking body. Felix had a soft spot for people he found 'pretty' and fuck was Bryce pretty.

Bryce couldn't help the pout on his face. of course things would have to be difficult, the best sex often was. He didn't expect Felix to give him an easy answer. He gave the vampire freedom to do as he pleased without worry. Bryce was into a lot of things, and his hard nos were hard to come by unless you knew about them already.

Lorenzo snorted when Bryce thanked him, shaking his head. "All I've done for you? I just guard your ass Bryce. Most of the time you don't make it too difficult a job." Still, he appreciated the thanks, more often than not this gig was a thankless job. "The people dying for a night for me are typically either drunk or on something and only begging for me to stay when I've had to carry them to their bed." He mused. Then again when he was working he could be rather imposing, people tended to keep their distance. He followed Bryce as they headed for the exit and the car waiting for Bryce, eyes on their surroundings. "Awards season is always the busiest time of the year but it's also good money so I can't complain. I'm sure you're far more busy."

“She was beaming for you. I mean, the woman called you at like four or five in the morning to congratulate you. Knowing her, she was up all night. You deserved that trophy, and some people say press association were just being petty and it’s why you didn’t get it. But nothing new there!” She snorts.

He smiled, "Yeah, I should probably plan to go visit her soon. Hopefully I'll have time to". If he didn't then Bryce would make time. He didn't want to lose himself to his work and he missed his mother. "I mean, one win is better than no win right? Also I was kinda going into this assuming I wouldn't win anything at all, so this was nice".

Lorenzo snorted at the question, shaking his head. Although Bryce certainly wasn't wrong. "Fair enough. I suppose congratulations are in order. Best actor, that's quite the accomplishment." He gave Bryce a knowing look. "I've been hired as security so unfortunately for you it's strictly business. Though you'll have no need of me on your arm, I'm sure you'll have plenty of fans vying for the opportunity." He motioned for Bryce to lead the way, knowing the party would be starting soon. "I've been fine. Contrary to what others might think, I lead a boring life."

"Ah you can save your congratulations for when I win or if I win...But thank you regardless, Enzo. I do appreciate it, and all you've done for me in the past". His words were genuine this time. Bryce was appreciative of everyone he had met on his journey to this. No job was too little to him. "Hmm, I don't really care for all of them though. I'm sure there would be more people who would be dying for a night with you, handsome". Bryce walked forward and instep with Lorenzo, "Have you been busy with the award season? Are there a lot of people who need your services?"

“Sometimes, being desperate is a good thing.” She replies, winking at her best friend. “Shall we talk about you wanting to climb that aussie like a bitch in heat?” Now she is teasing him again. “And please, I’m as hungry as you. In this world, quality isn’t a given, it’s almost a fucking luxury.”

"Sometimes, but not all the time". He laughed, thankful they were the only ones in the room. The last thing Bryce wanted was to answer questions about his crush on a certain soap opera actor.

Lorenzo didn't mind security detail for Bryce, he'd done it in the past and it was a relatively easy gig. Other than Bryce's knack for flirting and toeing that line. There were times it was more than tempting to put Bryce's mouth to better use, he could think of far better things he could do with the actor. He snorted when Bryce mentioned Ana booking him as a gift, shaking his head in amusement. "Glad to see that win hasn't inflated your ego any. Are you ready to go? Or do you need to powder your nose still?"

"Does it count as an ego inflation if I've always acted like this?" He shook his head and then grabbed his keys and phone, "Nope, I'm ready to go! You gonna let me hang off your arm tonight, or is this a strictly business venture, Lorenzo?" He stood by the body guard and bumped against him, "How have you been by the way?"