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a warning to people, the good and the evil, this is war [open]

Who: Lex and awful influences (IS THAT YOU?)
What: Sex, drugs, and violence. Rock and roll available upon request.
Where: Griss Twist: the arena, bar, open to anywhere else if the thread moves that way
When: Newdi
Notes: This is the promised bad decisions thread. You can have your character meet Lex either at home, the arena, bar, or somewhere else in Griss Twist, just please specify.
Warnings: The violence is definitely happening in the arena. Will add more warnings if things get terrifying.

Lex lets his staff know that he is about to leave before he departs for Griss Twist. He's taking his first day off from the new job and it's going to be used to channel aggression. The past week was one filled with tension between the nightmares, Lionel's arrival, and getting the new hires started with their duties. While the latter was welcome unlike the others, it was still an important job to do that added to his tension.

He's never put much stock in the 12 Point Divinity, but if Gediron has an arena in which to practice swordfighting, then Lex will at least pay homage long enough for combat. While he does own body armor, he doesn't bring it, only a saber that is much sharper than one usually used for fencing. Recreation by no means excluded survival. A stranger challenges him and Lex holds nothing back, the duel finally ending the the other man knocked to the ground.

When he's finally through with the arena, Lex stops in one of the bars in Griss Twist rather than heading straight home. It's much less savory than his familiar neighborhood of Brock Marsh, but he can take care of himself

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"If you're as good of a listener are you are a distraction then I think I'm in good hands." The words are casual and a bit wry, but he is thankful, as the slight smile that begins to creep on Lex's face indicates.

Lex reaches for his own drink, tapping his fingertips against the cold glass. "Letting off some steam. You're not the only one around here with a sword." Though Aimery might want to see that happy reunion, Lex knows it isn't going to happen anytime soon.

Aimery smiled back, giving a slight eyebrow wag at the good hands comment; he appreciated the compliment because he did, in fact, have good hands.

"Oh, so you were actually swordfighting?" For some reason, Aimery had thought Lex was betting or maybe fistfighting. But swords? He should have known. It was a classy, noble way to fight. "I assume you trounced all your opponents."

Lex could fistfight if he wanted to. He knows how to box and he's certainly been in plenty of scrapes during his wilder days, but no. This was for sport -bloodsport maybe, but still sport.

"You're the butler, I assume you've seen my fencing equipment." He takes a sip of his drink, looking and feeling more pleased. "I unquestionably won every round. So. Why don't we make this a night of celebration rather than one of hiding?" He waves over the bartender who after payment and instruction slides across a row of six shots. Without asking if Aimery is interested, Lex passes three of the glasses along to him.

"Owning equipment doesn't mean one uses it." There were jokes he could make about how yes, he'd seen Lex's fencing equipment, about how some unnamed party might or might not use theirs, or what constitutes winning a round, but those were crass, forward, and just as likely to be amusing as to raise their hackles in the unpleasant way. Hence Aimery's smirk and allusion to the jokes instead.

"But your prowess surely deserves celebration," okay maybe a liiittle more joking," so I suppose I can forgo hiding for a while." Unless that woman showed up. Aimery had a hearty swig of his beer while Lex ordered the shots, the number of which made his eyebrows raise and a dubious expression come to his face. That was really celebrating. He was slightly less dubious as half were slid in front of him. He sat his glass down near to them and asked, "We're not downing these all at once, are we?"

Lex allows himself to indulge in a genuine laugh. Aimery has proven to be quite the capable distraction once again. The issue of Lionel Luthor isn't going anyway anytime soon, but Lex has always been good with adaptation. He'll deal with this how he knows best: directly and efficiently. Until their meeting later there is nothing more he can do but rid himself of that remaining anger.

At the question Lex shakes his head. "Of course not, I wouldn't want you to spill." He quickly downs the first shot and sets the glass back onto the bar, reveling in the burning sensation at the back of his throat. He then lifts the second shot as if the first one had never existed. "To prowess." Lex couldn't allow Aimery's comments to slide without a reaction after all.

He made a hurt, offended little noise at Lex saying he didn't want him to spill, then pursed his lips and gave him an amused that's a fine line look. Few people would get away with a joke like that when aimed at him, but he liked Lex and guessed he didn't really mean it as a dig at his inabilities. Aimery held aloft his first shot as Lex offered a toast, "To prowess, in it's many forms."

Aimery drank it down just as quick as Lex had his, then followed it with his second. He hesitated for just a second with the third shot at his lips, then it, too, joined the others in his stomach. His mouth and throat hated him for it and there was some unsubtle cringing, yet he still hadn't spilled a single drop. Sitting up straight and crossing his arms in front of his chest, he smiled proudly at Lex as if he'd just won an unofficial challenge. "Let that be a lesson to you to never doubt my ability to rapidly swallow alcohol."

He almost said shots.

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Aimery didn't need to show off, Lex knows that he's quite capable of not spilling a drop. But the slight tease results in Aimery drinking more swiftly than necessary anyway. Lex points with his glass toward Aimery's proud posture. "Lesson learned." He downs the second glass and unlike Aimery, waits for the third and doesn't move to pick it up just yet.

Despite the current grin on Aimery's face, Lex had seen the all too noticeable cringe. He casually leans forward and rests a hand on Aimery's shoulder, giving it a slight squeeze. "But after this I'm going to be slowing down a little." It was an easy way for Aimery to save face if he wanted to stop.

Aimery managed to hold that confident pose for a good second or two after Lex put his hand on his shoulder, then he deflated, crinkled his nose, and nodded vigorously, "I think that's a fine idea."

He turned back to the bar, slowly so as to not make it look like he was intentionally trying to dislodge Lex's hand, then quickly ordered himself a glass of water. And promptly drank a quarter of it, hoping that somehow diluting the booze before it digested would help. Then he chuckled and shook his head slightly, "On the up side, drinking so quickly means I don't have to taste it. Don't get me wrong, I'm fond of most whiskey, but I've no idea why."

"I imagine it's the effects rather than the taste," Lex says as he pulls his hand away, allowing his touch to linger by moving down Aimery's arm. He shrugs and when Lex takes his final shot he doesn't completely turn away from Aimery.

For his own part Lex orders a beer for himself. "So. I know you have a sword, but like you say, it doesn't mean you use it. Do you fence at all?"

He nodded again —a single one, more an incline of his head really— and made a thoughtful noise regarding the whiskey. Aimery's affection was caused by more than just the effects; it reminded him of something or someone, good memories that he couldn't remember. The burn was warm and familiar and he knew he had liked it even if he didn't like the actual drink anymore.

"Not in a long while," Aimery shrugged, fidgeting idly with his water glass on the counter and again leaning in towards Lex slightly, "John, the friend I mentioned a while ago, he taught me when I was a young man. Said I was very good considering my disadvantages. I suppose it could have been flattery, I've not had much opportunity for practice since I left Warwick."

He paused, mentally double checking that he was still talking about swordplay.

"But maybe that's for the best. After all, I'm used to broadswords and bucklers, not-" he lifted one hand and made a vague fluttering gesture towards Lex, grinning, "delicate foils like yours."

Lex casually takes another drink as Aimery continues along this line. They may be straying further and further away from talking about actual fencing, but Lex nudges his bag that's resting on the ground with his foot all the same.

"I was practicing with a saber, actually. Much thicker and heavier than a foil." He reaches his hand out to curl around Aimery's, stopping that gesture in its tracks. He keeps his hand there, running his thumb against Aimery's skin and looking at the man's wrist as if in contemplation. He then turns his attention to Aimery's face again, locking eyes with the other man. "I think you know perfectly well that I'm anything but delicate."

Lex already had Aimery's attention, but that look timed with the stroking of his thumb had him good and focused. Their jestful flirting and little touches didn't seem quite so strictly-friends in retrospect because that certainly wasn't, and with all the alcohol he'd just ingested, Aimery didn't even care that it was a fairly public display. He arched his hand into Lex's grip, just enough to respond, and brushed his fingertips against him in return.

"No, you're certainly not delicate," he answered warmly, trying to imply that he definitely approved in case Lex somehow didn't know already, "But we were talking about swords, weren't we? Foils don't suit you." He glanced down between them at the bag Lex had nudged, rolling the tip of his tongue piercing between his lips casually, then looked back at him, "Let me see your saber?"

Lex's eyes drift down to Aimery's lips, knowing full well that the man meant to draw attention to them. The tactic succeeds and Lex's mind is already filling with how Aimery can put both that tongue and those lips to use.

He releases Aimery's hand and stands up from the barstool, standing far closer to Aimery than was necessary for reaching down and retrieving his bag. He withdraws the saber and still in his standing position, offers the weapon to Aimery. With hilt down and point up the invitation is to grab the blunt blade.

Aimery turned to face Lex properly as the other man stood up, knees spread so that he wouldn't be kneeing him in the thigh and so he'd have room to see the sword properly. When Lex stood up and held the sword like that, angled towards him, well. Their position wasn't suggestive at all, no sirree.

"Bigger than I recalled," Aimery commented, eyeing the sword. He ran two fingers up the blade slowly then rubbed his thumb in small circles over the 'point', and after a moment he hmm'd thoughtfully and slid his hand back down to feel the hilt. "I assume it's blunted so you don't penetrate your partner. That'd probably be very distracting for the crowd."

He couldn't keep a straight face or look Lex in the eye as he said that.

Aimery's fingers on the sword do even more to further Lex's imagination. He can feel his heartbeat begin to quicken and he's in the middle of inhaling a breath when Aimery makes the joke about penetration. The breath is quickly exhaled in a laugh and Lex has the presence of mind to grab the sword firmly in hand before it shook and hurt somebody.

He allows Aimery to keep holds of the saber, he appreciates the way it looks in the other man's hands, and lets go. Before taking his seat Lex touches his fingertips to Aimery's chest and leans in further, bending at the waist to look at Aimery from just above eye level. "There's nothing like that at the arena. At home however..."

The words hang in the air and Lex retreats to his barstool, resuming to drink the beer and leaving Aimery with the sword.

He hadn't been expecting to be handed the sword, but grabs onto the handle properly as Lex lets go, moving to hold it between his thighs —blade up and flat side resting against his cheek— purely because it was comfortable and not to further the... innuendo or whatever it was that was going on. Of course. When Lex leaned down Aimery tilted his head up, lips parted and eyes sliding almost closed, and the suggestion he got just as appealing as the kiss he'd been expecting.

Aimery watched Lex quietly for a moment, once again rolling his tongue piercing between his lips and trailing the fingers of one hand up and down the saber's blade. Both gestures were idle, casual, less real attempts to seduce as they were venting his own interest. The foot he extended to rest on Lex's bar-stool and barely brush against his leg, however, was for the other man's benefit. "True, there you can spar however you like. I bet that if you asked nicely, you might could find a partner who doesn't mind p-"

"That's enough of that," interrupted the bartender.

Lex pays the bartender no mind. He has been escorted out of many bars in his experience and simple flirting has never been the cause. If he was going to get reprimanded it should at least be something a little less tame.

In a deliberately rebellious move that reminds him of his days long before Baedal, Lex finishes his drink and steps out of the chair once more. He approaches Aimery purposefully and curls his hand over the one Aimery's uses to brush against the blade. His grip is firm and authoritative, both practically holding the sword in place and showing himself to be someone who gets what he wants despite any hurdles.

He says nothing and this time Aimery gets the kiss that he was expecting. As Lex stands over him his free hand moves to Aimery's shoulder, pushing him down into the stool as they kiss, asserting himself to both Aimery and the bar around them.

Aimery, on the other hand, had never been thrown out of a bar as best he could remember, and had turned his head to apologize (insincerely but hopefully sufficiently placating) to the tender as Lex stood up. He got as far as opening his mouth before he felt Lex's hand on his, which prompted him to look to him instead. And boy was he glad for it. Alcohol might have made it easier for Aimery to relax, accept his desires, and ask for what he wanted, but part of that was acknowledging that he liked giving up control. So Lex's holding him down even though he tried to rise up to deepen the kiss, the firm grip on his hand, and the sheer boldness of 'asserting himself' like that in a room full of strangers (the vast, vast majority of which weren't paying attention or even knew they were there but that wasn't the point), made the whole thing pretty damn hot to Aimery and he kissed back eagerly, his eyes shut tight.

Not even the bartender's annoyed growling was enough to distract him from it, "This ain't the bar for shitty puns and smoochin, you better take that somewhere else."

This is not the right day to antagonize Lex. He had spent the entire day in an almost rage and coming to the bar was to finish fulfilling whatever the arena couldn't. He needed the rush of the uncertain, of the forbidden, of claiming both his actions and that of another's for himself.

He carries on as if he hadn't heard, or perhaps feeling encouraged rather than deterred. He kisses Aimery hard, keeping him firmly in place every way possible. It's only when a strong hand forcibly grabs him from behind and pulls him away that he comes up for air.

"I'm not gonna tell you again," the bartender growls as he continues his hold. Lex shrugs himself out of the grip and bends down to pick up his bag, acknowledging Aimery rather than the bartender. "Bring the saber," Lex says coolly before turning to make his exit, confident that Aimery would be not far behind.

When the kiss was interrupted, Aimery made a small almost-moan of disappointment before it kicked in to his poor drunk brain what had happened. When it did, he looked everywhere but at another person, face feeling far hotter and more flushed than it probably was. The look Aimery gave the bartender after Lex had started away was fierce, using annoyance and frustration as a thin mask for shame. He stood up and resettled his grip on the saber, turning up his nose and giving one parting, petty pot shot to the other man before heading after his boss, "Your beer sucks."

"Well that was... exciting. First time I've been told to leave a bar," Aimery chuckled once he caught up with Lex and followed him outside, trailing alongside him almost as if heeling. Once they were away from the crowd, exhilaration overcame embarrassment- look at them, breaking rules, flaunting their attraction, it made him feel if not powerful than empowered at least. He wet his lips with his tongue, still feeling the hard pressure of Lex's mouth from a few moments before, then dropped one hand to lightly brush his knuckles against the back of Lex's nearest hand, more as a way to show he was interested in continued touching than to ask for handholding. "Are we headed home then? Or do you want to find somewhere quiet and... make it not quiet?"

"We're going home," Lex says decisively, briefly touching his finger to the back of Aimery's hand before quickening his pace in the direction of Brock Marsh. It only benefits Aimery to follow and Lex doesn't look back. Aimery had proven himself to be perfectly adept at following such cues.

As he leaves Aimery in his wake, Lex continues talking, partially to judge how far behind Aimery in in ration to himself. "It's not the first time I've been kicked out and to be quite honest if you keep associating with me it most likely won't be your last." After that remark he keeps his talking to a minimum until they see the familiar sight of the Luthor-Veidt house.

Home. Home had the lure of a comfortable bed, more alcohol, and privacy in which to really make the most of Lex's mood, but what if it waned by the time they arrived? An alley promised roughness and risk and hurried passion... Lex was already hurrying along, obviously not interested in debating it. Home it was then.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing," he said as he sped up his walking in order to stay just behind of and close to Lex's side, holding the saber up with the blade sticking back over his shoulder like he was carrying a fishing pole. He went quiet, too, apart from the occasional 'oops' as he caught his shoe on a pebble and his annoyed muttering when he accidentally got the saber tangled in the loops of his scarf (after that he held it down at his hip like it was in a proper sheath).

It wasn't a very long trip back to the Luthor-Veidt house and, very lucky for Aimery, Lex's mood hadn't waned. Getting thrown out of a bar was absolutely worth it, in Aimery's opinion, even if he'd had a little too much to drink to clearly remember it the next morning.

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