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I'll see if I can get an inspiration at work tonight. I'll drop a link here if I get it posted soon

Asu~ we need to do something with these two. How could we not with Gilbrat and Eliza. Did you have any ideas of something we could do with them?

In such a bar as the one they were in, sometimes words could be missed if not paying attention to what people were saying, though it would have been near impossible to miss actions. There was one movement his fair-haired friend made that had him a bit more excited than he should be. Catching those blue eyes rolling at something he said, he kept himself from cheering. He was slowly wearing down Francis. He just had to keep being more stubborn than him till they had an idea to all their liking. Not every idea he has was sexual and/or dangerous, he didn't even realize how they sometimes turned sexual, but tonight would just be about having a good time with his closest friends. That last stunt with Tonio was meant to seem sexual, however, that was more to bother Francis than to take things that way. Though, if Gilbert actually stopped to think of it, it was due to these two that he felt more comfortable in his own skin, more comfortable with a lot of things. In an odd way, they all completed each other, all filled some niche in each others lives to make things complete.


"We both know Tonio is biased, and will practically agree with anything. As for seeing your so-called 'point of view', I am afraid you will have to try a bit harder than that, my dear friend. I am not bought so easily, I am afraid."

Well damn, it appeared that it wasn't going to work as easily. It seemed as if Francis was getting used to his tricks, apparently it was time to find a new one; but what would work? Though that would be a plan for another day, now was time to find an interesting activity for tonight. One that would pull Francis in, hook, line, and sinker.

"Aw, c'mon Francis!" Antonio piped up. "It's the weekend. Time to have a little fun. We're all responsible adults, aren't we?"

Hearing those words from his friend, Gilbert almost snorted. Yeah, they were all responsible usually, but sometimes when they got together, there responsibility all went out the collective window. Gilbert enjoyed those times with his friends, even if they did act stupid sometimes in the process. But hey, it was a learning experience for all of them.

"Well, I am not necessarily opposed to that. Taking care of children all day can easily tire one out. But, I suppose I am willing to participate in something that doesn't involve us being detained by the police again."

"Great! Though, Francis, being detained wasn't even that bad. And after we sobered up and explained ourselves we were completely fine. Though I guess we should try to avoid that if at all possible. Are we gonna stay at the bar all night? Or are we gonna go wreak havoc elsewhere while sober?

”How about we go find a club and finds some chicks to dance with? Well, chicks or whatever your flavor of the night is.  Its been a while since we went on the prowl, show why we’re the best trio out there that anyone can find? It’ll be fun~

A wide grin split his face, this could be fun indeed.

As his current employer shook his hand, Gilbert thought nothing of the strong grip. It was the way it was in the business world, no matter how frail people may seem. Working as a journalist had taught him to never take things by their appearance, and he wasn't going to now. Though unaware he was being judged himself, he was doing the same thing to her. First impressions were everything after all and he tried to keep his down to earth when he was on the job and when he didn’t need to draw attention to himself. This woman seemed the opposite, like she had found a way to draw attention to herself even when silent. It was the Air about her that commanded attention. Even Gilbert had been draw to follow her path down the stairs without her uttering a sound. Her formality of speech proved it. She was used to being polite, always the businesswoman. He had to wonder what really was going on in that mind of hers. Was this posturing on purpose or accident? Was she really as haughty as she seemed? Did she eat lark's tongue and cringed when she saw a simple man's dish?

Knowing he would never find out the answers to these questions, he tried as best to close them behind a locked door in an attempt to keep himself from being distracted while he worked. Gilbert knew from past experiences with his chores and errands… once distracted, it would take him forever to get back to it.

"Gilbert, then, you have my gratitude. The library has the most trouble. You should begin there."

Then the library it would be. It was a decent place to start anyway if he had to start somewhere. Though this was the first time he had really met anyone who had a library in there house, much less be in one himself. He would remember this as something he knew he’d ever achieve, not that he really wanted a library really. He loved books of all kinds and was always willing to pick up a good one and spend an afternoon entrenched in other’s lives and adventures that was only meant for fun. He could imagine himself in the story, in the place of the hero committing a daring rescue to save the love interest; or sometimes he imagined the villain, and evil, dark laugh slipping past his lips as he watched his plans come to fruition. There were so many roles he could take up, it was a never-ending adventure.

“Good of place as any. And if I need to move to a different room, I’ll have you or one of the other people show me. “

“Come, you must have made a long trip. Would you like some refreshments or food before you begin?"

He saw how those eyes reacted, how it was all part of the mask she wore as a business woman, show kindness when needed and a harsh, icy facade when on a mission to get what she wanted. This was how it was with most high class business people he had met in this journalism work. Her offer might have been genuine, but it could have also been a product of her upbringing, how it was polite to offer guests food and drink as refreshments. It could have also been a test of hers, to see if he was as professional as he claimed. Well, he was no guest and she would see that the money would be well worth the amount of work he put in.

“Nein, I’ll be fine. Just show me the right direction and I’ll get your electrical problem figured out. No need to try to keep me entertained.”

Gilbert couldn’t help the slight smirk that graced his lips with this. If only he had a hat to tip, it would be the perfect sight, and he would laugh so hard at the ridiculously movement that was always seen to be straight out of a movie that it would ruin the whole professional atmosphere. He didn’t need her thinking he was slightly crazy, which he was, but it was nothing provable. Keeping a chuckle in his throat, he nodded to her as if to acknowledge the offer and would tell her no matter what his words said.

"If not you may ask any time during your service. I will be doing some work myself in the library, if that won't be a distraction to you."

“You won’t distract me; do a much work as you please. Though I’ll have to turn off the power to that room for a bit depending on what I find, I’ll let you know. Now, which way so I can get everything back up to working order as soon as I can?”

Blood rushing through his ears blocked out most of the din of the room, the clatter and chatter was nonexistent to him. Eyes roved over Francis face, looking for signs that he had just as much effect on the man as he had on him. A small smirk twitched at the corner of his mouth as the azure blue eyes had darkened to that of an oncoming storm; lust was a powerful force indeed. As lungs worked to catch his breath and his chest heaved, part of Gil's mind was overwhelmed with this. it was all moving so fast. He had just come in for a drink after a bad day, and here he was, his entire being aching and yearning for the touch of the one in front of him. A blush always threatened to break out across his cheeks, for this was the first time he had done something like this, had picked up a man at a bar, or if the man picked him up, he wasn't sure anymore. It was the first time being with a man in general. He always knew he swung both ways, but this was his first time actually s

Swallowing down the sudden lump in his dry throat, he was sure it was audible to anyone who was close enough to listen. Eyes following the man as he leaned back and stood up offering his arm, he could only stare. This was happening and for all that he had thought before, his mind was drawing a blank. Standing up, he reached out to take the arm in front of him, a smirk stealing across his face. He had to trust the man, trust that he was in good hands and that he could trust this man and he wouldn’t end up another statistic on the marrow.

“As you wish, mon cher. Shall we?”

“We shall, und let’s see if the rest of the night can keep the promises your lips made.

As Gilbert first stepped into the house, he had noticed it wasn’t much different than he had imagined. Though that didn’t say much as all he had imagined it was big and fancy. The marble seem to glow lightly with the light, seeming to be warm and welcoming with the pinkish tones. Not normally a fan of too much pink, this seemed to work for the house though. His carmine eyes landed on the chandelier, having never actually seen one before, he was amazed at it. The light that shone through the crystals fractured, leaving wonderful little splashes of color that delighted his eyes. Ordinarily, he didn’t t think it would suit, but it somehow did. His vision moved from the wall to the maroon carpet and had to be impressed. These things that he never would have imagined going together fit to make a warm, welcoming environment. His searching finally came to a stop as he had to remember how to breathe.

Standing there in a lovely outfit that his mind couldn’t even begin to describe, she had to be the one that hired him. If he were honest and not trying to uphold a professional demeanor right now, he could have admitted that for the famous Helen of Troy had to look close to this for wars to be fought over her. As she walked down those stairs, he could see the haughty way she carried herself. She knew she had look and how to use them. In this case it was probably a good thing he wasn’t usually swayed by a pretty face and a quick shake of a hip, or whatever trick she tried to pull. No doubt this was the type to complain about his work and try to scrimp. He hoped he was wrong, but he wouldn’t be taken by surprise. It was these type of people that usually found the most wrong with him based on his eye color alone, and while he did his best to ignore it, he had gotten good with his slights to where they wouldn’t notice, but those were only for if he was insulted first.

“You must be Mister Rothstein?”

A quick nod of his head indicated that he was, but he could tell she had more to say before he would take his turn. He didn’t like to interrupt, and he had a feeling that she hated to be interrupted. He didn’t want her breathing down his neck while he was trying to work. He shook her hand and remembered her name, he would remember this one and remember what how he needed to act with this one if there should ever been an occasion he would be called here again; he doubted it though, it was as clean as a whistle.

“As I mentioned in the description prior to calling you, there is a problem with the electrical units in my home. It is affecting my computers. I will need this to be done by thirty three minutes, if that is possible."

Oh it was possible alright, with the storm out there, it was more than likely it was just small power surges and there really wouldn’t be much he could do about it, but he’d do his best for her if she thought it was a problem with her home specifically.

“More than likely, Marianne, it’s just small power surges thanks to this Gott awful storm, but I’ll do what I can. I’ll be out of your hair before you notice I’m here. Is there a certain room that’s more affected than the rest or is it just the whole house? If it’s the whole house, I’ll start at the power box..... And please, call me Gilbert, none of this Mister Rothstein crap. ”

He had already handed off his coat to the waiting maid and didn’t worry about where she took it, he’d get it back later even if he had to hunt for it.