Cyrus Buchanan

Leslie sighed and shrugged confidently. “Easy comes, easy goes. I’d make it clear, if things start to develop dangerously, but they should know, right?” In a place like this, Leslie assumed that everyone had to be used to the idea of people coming and going. There was no point in getting attached and if people did, then it was their own fault for not facing the reality of the situation. “Yes, break into the storage rooms and drink the expensive liquor and all the donuts we could.” He remembered with a wide, honest smile. “Then having to drag you to the bathroom so you can throw up.” He teased. 

“Yes. Pretty much declaw  a pretty boy from my body while doing so.” Lee added confidently, knowing pretty well the main reason of the Haus existence and knowing that he’d have to taste what the place offered. “It will be pretty dramatic, maybe some tears will be involved. Definitely broken hearts.” Leslie laughed and squeezed Cyrus’ shoulder. “I’m glad we’re here together, though. It’ll be like the good old days… well, sort of.” 

Leslie had been there when Cyrus got shot and it really felt like his world was collapsing. Cyrus was his best friend, one of the most important people in his life who he shared a pretty special… but not always easy bond with. He was really glad that he’d survived it, but that did not mean Lee was scared shitless. “Shut up.” He simply said, not wanting to relive that awful night. “I guess we really think the same way, because I’m also here on break before all the crazy campaigning starts.” He sighed and looked up to the sky. “Probably, but then you’d come and drag me out of here because you miss me so much.” He tease. 

“Someone’s gotten cockier since the last time i’ve seen him,” not that Isaac minded at all, in fact he liked this new side of Cyrus.  "You’d be wise to not make Steven Blackwell jealous,“ he laughed as he was spun and pulled in to dance, even as he heard the whispers in his ear.  "Not that he’d get jealous anyway,” Isaac spoke fondly of his boyfriend, “he knows there’s nobody he needs to worry about stealing my affections…”  He smirked leaning in to brush a kiss against the others lips, just a quick one before he continued to dance with Cyrus.  "Believe me, this hit wouldn’t have hurt, you wouldn’t have felt it, you’d be dead instantly.“  He smirked as he spoke like it was nothing but really Steven probably had the ability to end someone with so much as a snap of his finger.  "What’s got you so happy these days?  I haven’t seen you like this in a while…I like it, smiling and being carefree really suits you.”  

“At least I know how to have fun at parties. You’ve always been such a prude and so damn boring.” Lee easily fell into the easy going relationship he had with Cyrus. It came from years upon years of knowing each other and being able to throw insults at each other without worrying of getting hurt. Leslie made it seem like he was reluctantly hugging Cyrus, but once he embraced his friend, he relaxed and let out a happy sigh. “I hate it when you hide from me here, so I had to come and see this place for myself. This place and the people who have threatened to steal you from me.” 

“It probably isn’t, but don’t worry, i’ll be nice and let that one slide, just this once, but don’t let it get around i’m all for charity.”  He shook his head like it could be the worst thing for the school, “we can’t have people thinking i’m an actually halfway decent guy now can we?”  He chuckled, leaning in for another hug having no care in the world if Cyrus wanted to take selfies with him.  Especially if they involved kisses on the cheek, hell he should ask him to retake and actually pose this time instead of whatever damn face he was probably pulling then.  "Mm, no complaints here either,“ he nodded as the two began to dance with one another, Isaac having missed his friend since he’d left the Haus.  He thought he’d went to be with Reece but perhaps coming back here meant that it hadn’t worked out?  That their fairytale romance was not meant for a happily ever after?  He laughed when Cyrus so confidently spoke of making it to the White House, "I think Steven’s already got guarding me down to a science,” he blushed though could only grin soon afterwards.  Fuck, he still couldn’t believe that him and a Blackwell were such an item, but who was he to complain?  He was happy, Steven was sure as hell happy, and in the end that’s all that mattered.  "I swear right now he’s probably got eyes on me making sure nobodies getting too friendly, but you’re alright, i’m still smiling so he’ll call off the hit.“  He chuckled, hoping the other caught the teasing tone he was offering.

“What? Seriously?” Leslie sighed and snapped his fingers, really disappointed that he just missed the whole party and just arrived when everyone was cleaning up and going upstairs accompanied by pretty handsome fellas. “I was really looking forward to this! Damn it. When do you think the next event is going to be?”

Isaac hadn’t expected the arm around him, or the selfie as someone kissed his cheek, looking over until he could see who exactly the culprit was who’d stolen such a photo from him.  When he saw Cyrus he could only beam, wrapping his arms around the other and pulling him into a huge hug, giving him a squeeze as he kissed his cheek.  "You’re lucky i’m not gonna charge you for that photo, my face is worth a lot of money these days i’ll have you know.“  Of course it was all a tease, Isaac no different now than he was before, well except for now he was arm candy for one of the Blackwell’s.  Steven wasn’t around right now though so Isaac was letting loose alone, though he did hope his lover would eventually make his appearance.  "I’m kind of surprised i’m alone, if i’m being honest,” he laughed as he looked around, no Steven in sight still as he pulled Cyrus closer to begin dancing with him in a happy tone, “i’m a national treasure after all, I need to be protected, guarded even.”

Was this fucking man for real?  Camden looked over towards him with a confused expression, though shrugged his shoulders.  "Story of my life, I suppose, it takes a lot more than people have in themselves to impress me.“  He wished that wouldn’t be the case but unfortunately it was, "I guess when i’m met with boredom and disappointment on a daily basis it starts becoming the norm, doesn’t mean I like it any better though.”  He shook his head, hardly liking how mundane his life had become.  "Didn’t know there was an award to win,“ He countered as he looked back towards the man, "if you want sunshine and rainbows you’re barking up the wrong tree.  I don’t hide behind all that bullshit,” Camden was who he was, unless he couldn’t be, and in that case he’d be whoever he knew could get a job done.  If sunshine and rainbows would gain him access to the security office he’d be Mary fucking Ray of Sunshine if he had to.  For now though?  Nope, doom and gloom and all things sinister.

He picked his gaze up towards the other, of course recognizing him as he could only chuckle, of course he’d be one of the clients - ex presidential son, still heavy in the business, of course the Haus would have pulled him in.  "Maybe that’s my problem, not enough alcohol in my system,“ perhaps that’d turn his attitude around about the Haus.  He could only hope though there wasn’t enough alcohol in the Haus to make him actually like the place - even if he’d give himself alcohol poisoning and die he’d still do so shoving the middle finger up in the air at mention of the Haus.  "It was-” how could he sum up his event evening, “boring?  Tedious?  A monumental waste of time?”  The client he’d been paired with was fucking hot, Camden wouldn’t deny that, but fuck - they walked around the Haus and he asked silly questions, that was about it.  "I’m sure he feels the same about me,“ not that Camden cared, had Nik been more open he might have turned Camden on to him, what sort of asset he could be - but he didn’t, Camden hadn’t seen his potential unfortunately.

After the pairings were finished, him and Nik had made their one lap around the grounds and went their separate ways, Camden found himself wandering the Haus alone.  He no longer was in that much of a partying mood, not that he’d been in one at all from the start, but now as he watched the happy delusional couples all frolicking around it made him aggravated.  How could people be so fucking happy in a place like this?  He sat on one of the chairs in the lobby, having grown bored of wandering, and just listened to the conversations as they passed.  He was finding it hard to keep himself held together though, afraid he was starting to fray at the seams and he’d unravel, and the Haus would hate to see him come undone.  He’d bring everyone to their fucking knees - tonight, he just needed a distraction.

It had been a long night- one that Cyrus had enjoyed more than he wanted to admit. He had come back to the Haus for a bit of privacy while he worked on campaign strategies for the next upcoming years of his life. Soon there wouldn’t be this downtime, this ability to rest and relax while on another campaign trail- for now he had to focus on not only his volunteer organizations but figuring out what was the best way to proceed with it came to the presidency. His hands shoved deep into his pockets he almost walked by the man that had sat himself into one of the lobby chairs- he didn’t look like someone who had just had a night of fun. Tilting his head, Cyrus tried to continue walking and yet couldn’t do so, not when a person looked so miserable at an event that brought so much amusement. Pausing, he walked himself over one of the coffee tables to sit across from the other, “Not a good night?” He questioned softly with a smile as bobbed his head toward the other. “You seem to be doing better then a guy I saw trip and face plant to the floor though- you’re at least sitting and don’t seem nearly as intoxicated,” It was a tease, nothing more as he offered a smile to the other.

Redmond sighed and scratched the top of his head. “I know it could happen at any moment. I’ve actually learned to expect anything from the people in this place. It’s great, though! It keeps you on your toes 24/7. It is not a boring desk job at all.” He laughed and looked intently at Cyrus. “Can I be totally honest and say that your family has been the most attractive set of people to ever grace the White House? Seriously, fuck the Kennedy’s. I could not take my eyes off of you.” 

Red laughed and lifted a shoulder, appreciating the guy’s perspective and trying to find a good thing amongst his big underwear dilemma. Okay, maybe it was not that big of a deal and he was blowing it way out of proportion, but that was just Red’s reaction to most things. He behaved like an overgrown kid a lot of the times. “I guess, but I don’t want to be totally inappropriate. This is fancy. There’s champagne involved!” He exclaimed. “Maybe if there were body shots and half naked gogo dancers, my lack of underwear would be more acceptable.”

Red burst out laughing and almost spilled his drink all over the guy right next to him. “What? I’m serious! I could not find any clean underwear!” He explained and started blushing. “I was already running late to the event and I had to get down here, so yeah…” He admitted and tried to hide the red of his cheeks behind his drink. “I’m not wearing any underwear, but not for the reason that you’re probably thinking!” It could be considered as a way for Red to be sexy, but that was not his main goal. No underwear was better than dirty ones, specially in a fancy evening like this. “It’s not like people are going to notice anyway… right? Can you tell I’m not wearing anything under the slacks?” 

Well- that was as close as it could come to having a drink spilled over his white dress shirt, not that it would have mattered, Cyrus probably would have done nothing more than laughed it off at the end of the day, and left to change. “You know the even will be around all night, you could have taken your time,” Even though he was sure the Blackwell’s wouldn’t have appreciated a staff member running late for their clients. The man was- overwhelming to say the least, but that didn’t stop Cyrus from trying to keep up with a wide grin on his face- this guy really was something, he could see why the Blackwell’s wanted them on their staff, too many people around this place tended to be a bit too stuff. “I mean- don’t people typically try to avoid an underwear line anyway? So, think of yourself as successfully doing that?”

Parties were like fuel for Isaac, making sure he looked his absolute best before casually making his way outback where the party was being held.  He loved outdoor parties, and it was even better that he could see the goal posts in the distance, a night so vivid in his memory that him and Steven shared causing him to grin like a fucking idiot.  He pulled out his phone, posing for a ridiculous selfie before sending it to Steven’s phone, just to bug him as he liked doing so much.  He was offered a drink, something in a flute which he figured meant champagne, but he turned it down instead turning his attention to the closest bar.  No, a drink would have to wait, for now Isaac could mingle - flash his pearly whites and talk a few men up.  It was a party after all and Isaac would be in the center of it all enjoying himself.

Leave it to Isaac to have that look on his face that radiated fun- he looked so much happier, seeming to think less about his injuries these days than most and Cyrus was thankful for that. Sure, he had no idea if the other was really going crazy about his leg, but outwardly the man finally seemed a bit more pieced together. Seeing the selfie- he couldn’t help but laugh under his breath, head ducking down as he pulled out his own phone, wrapping an around the other’s shoulder as he made his way next to him and put his lips to the other’s cheek to take a quick snap of a photo himself, laughing a moment later as he pulled back to take a look at the picture, “Sorry if I scared you, I saw you taking pictures by yourself, and couldn’t help myself. I mean- where in the world am I going to meet up with the world’s hottest Olympic athlete? I’m surprised they even let you in public.” He teased softly. It was so easy to remain playful with the other, it had been too long since they really had the opportunity to just be together- hang around, especially after their short meeting the day Cyrus had returned to the Haus.

“If I wanted to be in my room…” Steven spoke in a matter-of-fact, trying to keep his expression serious but failing the obvious attempt to be intimidating. That was the issue with being drunk. He couldn’t even look scary as he typically did. He could however - be even more rude than usual if provoked. “I would be there by now. Getting shitfaced and trashed and…” He stopped for a second, closing his eyes before a very loud hiccup filled the air. “Drunk.” And the bar had all the things he needed to get absolutely trashed, seeking nothing more than to erase his ex-fiancée from his mind, to delete each and every single memory of the two of them together. He was a man on a mission. “Cyyyyy… If I didn’t knew any better, I would -hic- think that you are trying to bang -hic- me. I never knew I was your type. But wait!” The Blackwell rose his finger and presented Cyrus with a monumental grin. One of those grins that were so goddamn idiotic that happened to be funny. “I’m everyone’s -hic- type. People are just scared shitless of -hic- me. Which is good. And bad. And funny. And -hic- dumb.”