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

[patricide]

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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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.

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[goodeintentions]

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."

[patricide]

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.

[goodeintentions]

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?"

[patricide]

"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.

[goodeintentions]

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.