forum chaotic gay rp (one-on-one/closed)

Started August 11, 2018 by @_sleeby_rat_

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Corbin was sat towards the back, wondering what the hell he was doing there. It was so loud, and he was surprised that his PTSD wasn’t acting up because of it. He sipped his drink, Orion sitting next to him with his head on his lap. He had made sure to put Orion’s ‘service dog’ vest on him. He couldn’t count how many times people have ran over to pet Orion, which wasn’t a good thing.

Bastian eventually got off the stage, followed by whoops and hollers and people begging him to take his shirt off. He simply laughed as he made his way to the bar, downing his beer before tossing it in the trash

Corbin hadn’t watched the man who was dancing on stage much. Not that the man wasn’t attractive, but he didn’t think he was too in to that sort of thing. He hadn’t dated much since he got back from Afghanistan. He ran a hand through his hair before stroking Orion’s fur gently.

“Hey hot stuff, how about you get me the good bourbon?” Bastian asked the bartender, whose face promptly went red as he booked it towards the side rooms. Bastian chuckled, watching him go before glancing to his side. His eyes widened as he noticed Corbin’s dog before he noticed Corbin. “Strange place to bring a dog,” he commented

Corbin’s eyes flicked up at the sound of the voice, and he looked at the man who he recognized to the dancer. “He’s a service dog,” he responded, motioning to the dogs vest.

“Alright, new question. What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this?” Bastian asked, a lazy smirk crossing his face as he leaned against the counter

“Just needed a drink, and this was the closest place to where I live,” Corbin answered, picking up his glass of whiskey and taking a quick sip.

“Really, now? I’d think I would remember a face like yours, especially with your chiseled good looks,” Bastian hummed. The bartender returned with his drink, but instead of giving him a glass the bartender handed him the bottle and scampered off

Corbin frowned a tad at the flirtation and shook his head a tad. “I don’t go out too often,” he simply said, giving Orion another quick pet.

“Well, you should swing by more. I might even buy you a drink,” Bastian said with a wink. He looked down at the dog again, and he smiled at it. “Can I pet them?” he asked. He would admit, he was a sucker for anything gold

Corbin frowned more, now, at the question. “Don’t you know that it’s not okay to touch someone’s service dog?” He asked. That was a basic thing that even children were supposed to know. And as much as he didn’t want to be rude, he was sick of people playing around with Orion.

“Yeah, I know you’re not supposed to touch service dogs, but yours is fluffy and I love his color,” Bastian said, still looking at the dog while ignoring Corbin’s concerns

“I appreciate the compliments towards my dog, but the answer is still no,” Corbin said, his tone firm. This man just never gave up. Thank god he was just as stubborn as the other.

"Aw," Bastian huffed, giving Corbin a pout before taking a swig of his bourbon. "Cute dog though. I like golden retrievers, they're fluffy. And gold."

Corbin nodded his head slowly in response, scratching behind Orion’s ear. Orion nudged his head onto Corbin’s lap, and he had to move his crutch off of his lap, leaning against the table instead.

Bastian arched a brow when he saw the crutch. "Crutches? Man, what are you doing here? Can you even walk straight?" he asked with a small laugh

Corbin was almost closed to surprised at the man’s words. Never in his life had he been told things like that. It was unbelievable that someone could disrespect a Seal so much. “My leg was injured a year or two ago, and the muscle didn’t heal right.

Bastian winced in sympathy. Normally he'd be a little more compassionate, but he was currently half drunk and not quite interested in acting like a normal person at the moment. "Ouch. I know the feeling, sort of. Got this in a fight a couple years back," he said before pulling the hem of his shirt up to reveal a sizeable scar across the lefthand side of his lower ribs. "Hurts like a bitch sometimes, but it's manageable."

Corbin’s brows raised a tad as he glanced over the scar on the man’s skin. He ran a hand through his hair before rubbing it over his stubble. “They cut you or something?”

"Yep," Bastian said before letting his shirt fall down again. "Nasty thing, too. Had to get a whole lot of stitches and almost had to have surgery," he said before taking a swig of his drink

Corbin nodded slowly in response. “Well, that’s good,” he hummed. He remembered his surgery. He had to have multiple, and after the first one, he had woken up screaming.

“So…what happened that you needed crutches?” Bastian asked curiously. “Must have been something good,” he said as he gestured towards the navy patch on Corbin’s jacket

Corbin glanced at his jacket, wondering if he should talk about it. “I was a Seal, and on patrol, an IED went off and the shrapnel fucked up my leg,” he answered.

"Army boy, huh? Does that mean you only bend a few ways?" Bastian asked, his usual lazy smirk spreading across his face. He took a sip of his bourbon, making a point of glancing Corbin over

Corbin arched a brow in a confused manner at Bastain’s words. He wasn’t used to being flirted with. He scratched behind Orion’s ear for a moment as he thought.

Bastian chuckled at how confused Corbin appeared. "Come on, don't tell me a pretty face like yours is as straight as they make you stand in the army," he said with a small laugh

“I’m bisexual,” Corbin told Bastian with a shake of his head. He didn’t know how to feel about the flirtation, and he had the urge to just get up and head home.