Work has been crazy lately.
Why I bother trying to work with so many idiots I really don’t know.
Finally. Dave’s smirk grew when Sebastian’s grin went away. Looks like I found his weak spot. “Whatever, it doesn’t matter. All I know is that your preppy ass needs to stay away from Kurt.” Dave slammed the glass on the counter. “So I think it’s time for you to leave. Or would you rather have me “escort” you out? I’d much rather do that right now.” Dave made his knuckles crack again, this time in the air to look menacing.
Sebastian decided he would overlook the daddy comment, for now, because he could tell that he had upset the other man more than he had intended. He did that quite a lot, he just forgot sometimes that he was dealing with people not just puzzles to be sorted.
“Look if he really means that much to you, I’ll leave him alone. He’s not really my type anyway.” Sebastian said. “And you’re right I probably should be going… I have a meeting to get to tomorrow, it wouldn’t do to show up looking hungover.”
Sebastian placed some money on the counter, he wasn’t really sure how much the drinks had cost, but he knew that what he had left was more than enough.
“We should do this again sometime though, daddy comments aside I find your company to be oddly refreshing.” Sebastian said before turning and making his way out of the club.
Dave stiffened at the question, but tried to put it off quickly so that Sebastian wouldn’t notice. “No, I’m not his secret anything. He just deserves better than some drunk who’s eye-fucking him as if he was already his.” Dave didn’t really mean for that last sentence to come out, but it did, and he figured he could just roll along with it.
“Especially one that gets by on daddy’s money. I bet you haven’t had to work in your life, have you Sebastian?” Dave knew the type. He met them when he first took classes here in NYC. People thought they were better than him because of his small town background and were then
annoyinglysurprised when Dave ended up getting better grades than them. And this Sebastian guy was reminding Dave a lot like those people.
Sebastian was smiling as Dave responded. He had been right, there was diffidently something there. He was abbout to push the issue further, wanting the other man to admit to whatever something was going on, but then Dave’s next words sunk in.
The grin slid quickly off of Sebastian’s face. People were always assuming that and it kind of pissed him off. Not just kind of, actually, it did piss him off. A lot.
“I’ll have you know that I haven’t spent a dime of my father’s money since I was sixteen. Everything I have now, which admittedly is quite a lot, I have earned through carefully monitored investments.” Sebastian said his voice calm and not betraying the strong emotions he felt on the matter. “Jessie may be my friend but we are very different.”
Sebastian realized he was ranting and decided to stop there. Not that he didn’t have a lot more to say on the issue but he was sure Dave didn’t really want to hear it.
Dave was getting frustrated with this guy. Fuck him being an investor, he shouldn’t be looking at Kurt like that. Dave leaned in closer to Sebastian, the familiar anger coming up. “You’re gonna need your wits about you to dodge my fist if you don’t stop.” Dave poked Sebastian’s chest with his finger to emphasize his point. Dave leaned back to behind the bar counter slowly and started wiping a glass that was already clean. “He’s busy right now, and he has no need to talk to someone like you. You’re not even his type.” Dave didn’t actually know if Sebastian was Kurt’s type, but he sure as hell knew that he didn’t like the predator eyes he was giving Kurt. Kurt was too good for that.
“Not his type eh?” Sebastian asked, not even caring that his smirk had turned into a wide grin. At the moment he didn’t even care too much that it had hurt when Dave had poked him, though he was sure he would care later. He didn’t even honestly care about getting laid anymore.
Because now he had a theory, and he wanted to see if it was correct. Since pushing Dave on the issue of the waiter had seemed to work so far, he decided to continue in a similar manner.
“And I suppose you are?” Sebastian asked, watching Dave carefully, grin still in place. “What is he your secret boyfriend?”
“He was swearing at everybody and being a real pain.” Dave helped another poured out some drinks for one of the waiters that stopped by really quickly when he turned back to Sebastian eye-fucking somebody. Who could he be- Kurt was in the man’s direct line of sight. And it wasn’t the “oh, he’s nice” look that he saw before, it was the “time to conquer you whether you liked it or not” look that he’d seen Puck give to woman all the time. Dave gave a scowl, and tried to think of a way to stop the guy in front of him from checking Kurt out.
“You might wanna rethink that decision Sebastian. He doesn’t like to be asked out on the job and I have no problem throwing you out if he asked me to.” Dave let his hands lean on the counter and cracked his knuckles as he curled his fingers into a fist. “Maybe you shouldn’t have anymore drinks.”
Sebastian turned to look at Dave, confident smirk already in place. He faltered slightly when he saw Dave’s expression, but he put his smirk back on quickly. He found it interesting that Dave seemed so interested in the matter. And maybe it was the alcohol, but he felt like testing it further. Maybe then he’d figure out Dave. And if not, well then he could always take the waiter home with him.
“Well I like a challenge, and I’m quite sure I could convince him to make an exception.” Sebastian said, smirk masking the fact that he was studying Dave.
When Dave suggested he stop drinking his smirk only grew.
“You’re probably right, I’ll need to have some of my wits about me to get into pants that tight.”
Dave noticed how Sebastian looked at Kurt’s ass and tried not to bang the glass too loudly. Sure Kurt had a nice ass, but Dave couldn’t help but feel a bit…possessive over it, even if it didn’t belong to him. He tried to stifle a snort when Sebastian asked the last question. “It’s alright, but I’m not the one who gets the action. That’d be Puck and Santana. I’m the bartender that actually tends to his customer instead of trying to get into their pants, or at least pretending to.”
“I did kick a guy out though for harassing the waiters while drunk recently. He was a handful.” Dave remembered the incident. As soon as he saw that the drunk was getting a little hostile towards Kurt for being gay, he had got there as quickly as he could and threw the guy out on the curb.
“Harassing the waiters? What on earth was he doing?” Sebastian asked as he sipped at a drink Dave had handed him. He was only half paying attention to what Dave was saying now. He felt the pleasant haze of the alcohol lowering his inhibitions.
The waiter from earlier passed by again, and Sebastian’s eyes were drawn to him again. The man wasn’t really his type… but he was obviously gay and if nothing better came along Sebastian supposed he’d just have to do. Sebastian had been pretty busy with work lately… and it had been a a while since he got laid.
So this time as the waiter passed by the look in Sebastian’s eyes was no longer just a passing appreciation for the man’s physical appearance, but had taken on a somewhat predatory quality.
Dave’s eyebrow perked up at Sebastian’s description of his boss. So that’s what their business meetings really are…Dave subconsciously moved a little back, but passed it off as reaching for his towel.
“Trust me, none taken. I don’t wanna be Jesse’s “usual” type.” It was typical for Dave to act that way, especially with this sort of character. “Only job that could fit my schedule during school and payed the bills enough.” And had a certain Kurt Hummel Dave thought as he glanced quickly at Kurt waiting tables. “Plus, it helps to have guys that can kick ass. No need to hire a bouncer if your bartender can do it too.” At least, that’s what Dave figured. It’s not like he hasn’t done it before.
“I suppose that would be useful” Sebastian said, as he watched a slim waiter walk past. He was too absorbed in his own thoughts to notice that Dave had glanced at the same waiter he had. He didn’t hide the way his eyes lingered just a little too long on the waiters backside. He didn’t usually go to clubs or bars, so he supposed he should probably try to enjoy it.
“So what’s it like working here?” He said conversationally as he continued to watch the crowd. “Do you get a lot of action?”
Well this is rare. Most of the time, the customer always wants to wail on about their problems, get it off their chests. He rarely got people who wanted to know him. Though out of the few who did, it was 2 women who seemed to do it out of boredom and a drunk before he had to kick him out personally to keep his facade going.
“College. On a math scholarship. Majoring in Mathematics.” Dave gave out the usual schpeel when asked about why he came to New York and it was half true. Also to get out of that fucking cow town.
“What about you? What got ya to invest in all of this?” Dave looked around the club when he said it, arms open. He wasn’t usually so bold, but hey, why not get to know the man.
A math scholarship? As far as Sebastian knew those were hard to get. Not that he had much experience, his father was wealthy enough that he hadn’t needed to worry about such things. What was this guy doing working at a place like this instead of being… an accountant? or something?
Sebastian wanted to study Dave more, but he did not yet want the other man to realize that he had caught his interest. Not in a sexual way, the bartender wasn’t really his type, but his mother had always said his curiosity would be the death of him.
So instead he turned to face more outwards to the rest of the guests. He watched them, not suprised when he didn’t find anything that he really found super attractive. He had the tendency to be a bit picky when it came to these things, he had always had the best in his life and he intended to hold his relations to similar standards.
“Jessie’s father is friends with mine. We grew up together. When he decided to start this club and his daddie wouldn’t fork up the cash I gave him the start up money. He can be very… persuasive, when he wants to be.” Sebastian said.
“Why is a Math Major working at a club like this? No offense intended, but you aren’t exactly the type of guy Jessie usually hires.”
“Yeah, the boss can be a handful. Artie has to constantly nag him to remind him to order all the stuff. But he’s cool, if not a little showy at times.” Dave took the empty shot glass and gestured to Sebastian asking whether or not he wanted another one.
Wait a sec, investment? Oh crap, I better treat him extra nice. But it’s Santana’s night off and Puck is dealing with the other side, so it’s not like I could just push it on him.
“But ya know, if ya really want to meet the Jessie, you should book it through Artie, the manager. He’ll nag him till he sees ya.” Dave gave him a polite smile.
Sebastian studied Dave. What Dave was saying was pretty simple, just normal stuff, Sebastian could tell Dave was probably from a small town… but there was just something about his face. Dave was smarter than he let on, and he was hidding something.
Sebastian didn’t usually bother with spending much time at the club or getting to know the staff, but he accepted another drink and decided that he wanted to learn more about Dave. If only for his own amusement.
Sebastian bypassed Dave’s comments, as much as he knew Dave was trying to be helpful he honestly didn’t care all that much. Jessie would talk to him soon, whether he liked it or not.
“What brings you to New York City Dave?” He asked instead.
“Oh, sorry bout that. My name’s Dave.” Dave gave Sebastian a look over. It was obvious this guy was stressing out or something. He was good looking, but a little too…”CW” for Dave’s taste. Besides, that wasn’t Dave’s job. Dave’s job was to get this guy drinking and feeling good at the bar. Maybe one of the female waitresses could help. “What’s eating ya up Sebastian?” Dave asked as he cleaned up another glass, looking the part of the bartender most people see in movies.
Dave… Sebastian tried to remember if they had met before… oh… this was the bartender that had tried to talk to him online.
Sebastian looked Dave over with a renewed intrest. Dave wasn’t exactly any of the types of guys Jessie usually hired and he wondered what had possesed the owner to select him. Perhaps he has a fantastic singing voice or something… Sebastian thought, dismissing the issue. He didn’t honestly care for the who’s and the why’s when it came to Jessie hiring people.
He did care about making sure that he had made a good investment when he had given Jessie the start up money for this place. It would be easier to check up on this if Jessie wasn’t so bad at ‘remembering’ their meetings
“I’m beginning to question the logic behind my investments in this… place. Jessie may be talented but he is quite a headache to work with and I don’t appreciate when he conveniently ’forgets’ our meetings so frequently.” Sebastian said honestly.
