Biting his lower lips, Syx’s eyes wandered over the now exposed blue skin peeking around the mesh shirt, “Oh, you far outshine the de-core,” his lips curled up as he chuckled, “Actually it’s a new feeling to have someone else out present me for an engagement of any sort.”
His villainous costumes had always been wonderful thanks to Minion. Sitting next to Harrison he almost felt under-dressed. Though he’d never dare show so much skin himself, though… He stood slightly and pulled off his leather jacket, setting it aside. His arms where exposed… But right now, that was just for the man across from him. As he sat back into the chair, his fingers rubbed over the edges of the hidden corset. Its presence and the extra layer of fabric reassured him.
Leaning back in his chair, Syx rearranged his face into a grin, trying hard to relax. So much of this strange relationship had been built of his being the dom and his nerves were making him feel like a failure in that. God he hoped Harrison didn’t fault him for that especially after all the bravado in the car. Not really knowing what to do with himself in situations like this, he steepled his fingers together before him, and blurted out, “I’d always planned on crashing one of annual fancy dinner fundraiser things the Scott’s host every year. Phantom of the Opera style.”
Harrison chuckled, his grin widening as Syx took off his jacket, exposing those beautiful blue arms of his. “Presentation is key. It takes work to look this good,” he drawled flirtatiously. “And its always nice to have my work appreciated.”
At that moment the waiter arrived with a quartet of small glasses on a small wooden tray. There were bright bits of fruit suspended in liquid, cut squares of layered jellies, and a martini glass smoking with dry ice. There was also a small orange ball in a glass which was presented with a tiny hammer. The waiter silently set them on the table then left quickly so as to not interrupt their conversation.
“As someone who has attended more black tie fundraisers over the years than I care to count, I believe every single one of them could have been vastly improved by the presentation of a supervillain,” he quipped before gesturing to the cocktails. “Though you’re not crashing now. Pick whatever you’d like.”
“I don’t know why I’d thought of that just then,” Syx chuckled self-consciously, why did he have to blurt out odd things like that? He shrugged a shoulder, “I don’t really do small talk? It’s never been something I’ve ever needed to do. I really don’t know what to talk about. I don’t even know what goes on at those events but Wayne always looked sickening in a tux,” his eyelids hooded as he looked over Harrison, “I’m sure you do as well. Somehow I don’t you’d squirm they way I’d envisioned it. We’d definitely steal the whole show, though.”
Selecting one of the layered jellies, Syx poked it with a folk, “So what is this? It looks interesting.”
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