11-22-2016, 06:32 AM
The transaction was successful, Samuel celebrating with a scotch when he was in the comforts of his own home. Hours had passed when the two were fully ready. They both were to come there immediately, but upon arriving, Samuel himself was not present from the looks of things. They were given the grand scene of various antique objects the male liked to collect alongside various paintings, that particularly of the Renaissance period. Link was given a letter by one of the workers, which had instructions on what to do and where to go. Fife however was a bit free to do as he willed. Samuel had plans for him obviously.
Everything was different for Bryce. The male was out on a mission as always, posting on Instagram where he would be tonight and that one little incident with "washed up singers who had their 15 minutes of fame" wouldn't be enough to keep him down. He gathered up with some other known celebrities and took off into the night in one of his sports cars. He was clad in urban attire of course: A black baseball cap over his head, a jersey that showed off his muscles and tattoos while also hanging a bit low a little past his waist. He wore Gray joggers with black leather paddings on them for the pockets, the legs to them tightened a bit for his black socks to be seen as he completed the attire with Nike's and square diamond cut earrings.
Like most celebrities, he was in the VIP section. That was a little in the far back, where he had the comfort of being to himself, which is what was happening presently, without having fans try and bombard him. None of the women (men actually) interested him. He had already danced quite a bit, but now he was relaxing and having Vodka and soon Gin. The male was drunk within a few minutes, becoming active as he usually did.
Back at Samuel's house, the male watched things from his danger room. He could slip out of it, sure enough, but he was curious about Fife. He wanted to know a bit more about the male and likewise. He wanted the kid, as he put it given he was older than all the others, to get a genuine feel of who he was and maybe that would lead to something. He smiled as he left the cushioned rolling chair he sat upon and exited out the room.
"Enjoying the view" his British voice boomed through some of the darkness, candles only lit to give the place a source of light. "I had some business to take care of. I see your friend is gone though. Guess that leaves just you and I, though I must say, those clothes really don't suit you at all."
In his hand, he held two glasses and in the other was an unopened bottle of wine. Just because he was cold and calculating with a hint of bitterness to him, it didn't mean he was incapable of being a gentleman.
"Let's have some drinks and a snack. I'm sure you're wanting to know things about me."
Everything was different for Bryce. The male was out on a mission as always, posting on Instagram where he would be tonight and that one little incident with "washed up singers who had their 15 minutes of fame" wouldn't be enough to keep him down. He gathered up with some other known celebrities and took off into the night in one of his sports cars. He was clad in urban attire of course: A black baseball cap over his head, a jersey that showed off his muscles and tattoos while also hanging a bit low a little past his waist. He wore Gray joggers with black leather paddings on them for the pockets, the legs to them tightened a bit for his black socks to be seen as he completed the attire with Nike's and square diamond cut earrings.
Like most celebrities, he was in the VIP section. That was a little in the far back, where he had the comfort of being to himself, which is what was happening presently, without having fans try and bombard him. None of the women (men actually) interested him. He had already danced quite a bit, but now he was relaxing and having Vodka and soon Gin. The male was drunk within a few minutes, becoming active as he usually did.
Back at Samuel's house, the male watched things from his danger room. He could slip out of it, sure enough, but he was curious about Fife. He wanted to know a bit more about the male and likewise. He wanted the kid, as he put it given he was older than all the others, to get a genuine feel of who he was and maybe that would lead to something. He smiled as he left the cushioned rolling chair he sat upon and exited out the room.
"Enjoying the view" his British voice boomed through some of the darkness, candles only lit to give the place a source of light. "I had some business to take care of. I see your friend is gone though. Guess that leaves just you and I, though I must say, those clothes really don't suit you at all."
In his hand, he held two glasses and in the other was an unopened bottle of wine. Just because he was cold and calculating with a hint of bitterness to him, it didn't mean he was incapable of being a gentleman.
"Let's have some drinks and a snack. I'm sure you're wanting to know things about me."