Smooth Talk [Everett/Tide]

[Tom]

Enzo's words of watching Newt linger to his skin like a fresh wound. None of them had seen it coming. Not Nevah. Not Enzo. Not himself. Newt was unstable and that's why they put him in their house. A place where they could control the options to let him drown under the pressure. Friendly, loving, and a family is what they were in the end. At least, that was Enzo's idea of what life was like. Careers weren't like him. Superiority over all the others was needed. Traps were fun, but he had his hands on a spear in that moment. Hovering it into a dummy over and over again, trying to perfect his form. Over. His mind screeched to his inner voice. Perfect or not, he needed a break.

Eyes glancing across the room for anything of interest, most careers being rather pitiful than useful. At least most were good looking and fit, the way he liked others to be. Adrenaline still soaking in his skin like a poison at the cliff diving earlier in the day. Skin still smelling like the salty ocean depths that he swam out of. Caught for a moment, he can see a blue eyed beauty around. No quick movements in his voice or feet. A plan hatching from his mind as he prepares to cast his net of smooth words and a lovely flirtatious smile.

Cast the net to catch a blonde eyed beauty. Words fall from his lips with a flirty tone in his voice. Arms crossed as he leans into sight with a wink and a white teeth filled smile.

"Aren't you a pretty boy? Pretty eyes, nice looks, wonder what your personality is like? If it's anything like the rest of you, must be good. Everett. And you are, pretty boy?"

[tick 12a / calla]

T I D E

Beck's being a whiny ass bitch. Something about so-and-so making a move on her man, first of all, little sis, ew, and what's-her-name apparently made it a million times worse by blabbing about the whole thing. She's been stomping around the house all day, glass shards in her fists and pure hellfire in her eyes. I asked her to close the damn door on her way out and she almost took my head off. Had to skedaddle my way out of there.

Maybe I should be a more supportive big brother but I think I'd rather just not.

Find myself going back to the only thing I know how to do; kickin' ass and takin' names. Except neither really happen when you're training by yourself, but it's the thought that counts, right? It's these incredibly deep and motivating thoughts that get interrupted by a smooth voice from out of fuckin' nowhere.

"Aren't you a pretty boy? Pretty eyes, nice looks, wonder what your personality is like? If it's anything like the rest of you, must be good. Everett. And you are, pretty boy?"

Well, "uhhh," fuck? The guy's forward, I'll give him that. I stand there like an idiot ( don't look at his abs, don't look, don't ) until my mouth decides to catch up with my dumb ass brain, "Tide." Fucking mouth goes a little too fast then and - "I wouldn't waste your time though, my personality's pretty shit."

[Tom]

"Uhhh,"

Music to his ears as he soaks in the control that he has. Cute. Handsome. Interesting to see all that there is to someone. An image of the possible things they could do already coming to his mind. A devilish smirk pulls up on his face as he stretches his arms above his head and then back into a relaxed position. The guy fumbles with his words, but they come out like a wave on the ocean. The hum in his ears as he hears the pretty boy's name.

"Tide."

A name for a good looking guy as he raises an eyebrow. Words ready to leave his lips, but he stays silent as the guy speaks once again. "I wouldn't waste your time though, my personality's pretty shit." A chuckle leaves his lips because in all honesty, his personality's pretty shit too. No one wants an adrenaline junkie who acts way too much like a father figure to his brothers and lets it bleed into his life. He speaks up with a little bit of a chuckle still upon his tongue.

"Tide, what a nice name for a handsome guy."

Instead of leaning against a wall, he moves himself closer to the handsome boy, smirk still on his face as he's closer than he should be. Eyes going from lips to eyes and then he laughs lightly. His hand moving down to his side as speaks again, closer to Tide's form.

"Luckily for us both, I have a pretty shit personality too. And I have plenty of time to waste, if you want to waste it?"

A wink to complete the words as he lets the last words leave his lips as he moves in closer to his ear and then back off with arms crossed again and a smirk still plastered upon his face.

[tick 12a / calla]

T I D E

He laughs at my bad attempt of a joke, is it even a joke though, and oh.

shit h a h a.
( don't look at his abs )

"Tide, what a nice name for a handsome guy."

It's actually an awful name for an awful guy but the way he says it makes me reconsider so "thanks, I guess."

He moves closer, closer closer closer, and red alert he's still laughing. The sound is so distracting I don't even have to worry about that ab thing anymore. Maybe I can just melt into the wall, disappear into thin air instead of standing here and making a fool of myself.

"Luckily for us both, I have a pretty shit personality too."

I guess opposites don't always attracted but laugh haha, it's only a joke "what are the odds."

"And I have plenty of time to waste, if you want to waste it?"

And then he winks, leans in real close and holy fucking shit I can feel the heat radiating off of him in waves. I mean, I knew I was gay but not this gay. I don't know who I am anymore because all I can see his Mr. Everett Perfect Hair and play it cool, play it cool - "Isn't that what we're already doing?"