[alright, so maybe he's a long way from home - but what the hell does it take for a place with some good air conditioning? the heat grows near unbearable by the second, and when he watches the way embry's lips wrap about his cigarette in an easy curl of plush pink, he's not sure if it's from imagining them doing something else or the clouds of smoke around them that are making him hot under his very open collar. he does his best to mask it, playing at easy nonchalance that he's perfected. no use sitting stiff - he lifts one leg up and sucks down an inhale on his before letting his arm dangle lazily atop his own knee between two fingers. smoking looks good on embry too, but he's starting to think just about anything would look good on him - particularly, hawk on top of him would be real nice.]
Ah, now is that an exhibitionism thing or are there beaches for polite company? I haven't looked around enough, but I'm getting the sense that's child's play compared to half the shit they've got in store.
[hawk nods between little puffs of smoke, still letting himself stay as alert as possible despite the nagging sensation he gets under his skin when he's been at the cozy corner a hair too long and needs to make a quick out before he hits inebriated and irresponsible. everything embry shares gets filed away in a mental rolodex - no different than he would if he'd met him hobnobbing at some washington gala. and maybe if they hadn't been at least fifty years off, he would have been reporting to embry and finding out whatever the hell carpathia emerged from - probably something baltic. he's about to say as much when he's stopped dead by the sudden shift in subject, feeling rather like he's been caught, and most especially like embry is a lot smarter than he's willing to bet people give a pretty face credit for.
luckily he's mastered the art of a cool smile and easy sarcasm, accentuated by a low whistle.]
Well Lieutenant, how about the President? Is he from an important family, or more the guy next door type?
[there's more to that story too, and he knows it, shrugging absently like the rest is unimportant even though he wishes he knew what the fuck the lavender scare was. he's sure as shit not thinking of flowers.]
Lavender's not really my color. Just making friendly conversation and all. Is that a crime now too?
[his brows bounce teasingly again, daring him to hopefully change the subject.]
no subject
Ah, now is that an exhibitionism thing or are there beaches for polite company? I haven't looked around enough, but I'm getting the sense that's child's play compared to half the shit they've got in store.
[hawk nods between little puffs of smoke, still letting himself stay as alert as possible despite the nagging sensation he gets under his skin when he's been at the cozy corner a hair too long and needs to make a quick out before he hits inebriated and irresponsible. everything embry shares gets filed away in a mental rolodex - no different than he would if he'd met him hobnobbing at some washington gala. and maybe if they hadn't been at least fifty years off, he would have been reporting to embry and finding out whatever the hell carpathia emerged from - probably something baltic. he's about to say as much when he's stopped dead by the sudden shift in subject, feeling rather like he's been caught, and most especially like embry is a lot smarter than he's willing to bet people give a pretty face credit for.
luckily he's mastered the art of a cool smile and easy sarcasm, accentuated by a low whistle.]
Well Lieutenant, how about the President? Is he from an important family, or more the guy next door type?
[there's more to that story too, and he knows it, shrugging absently like the rest is unimportant even though he wishes he knew what the fuck the lavender scare was. he's sure as shit not thinking of flowers.]
Lavender's not really my color. Just making friendly conversation and all. Is that a crime now too?
[his brows bounce teasingly again, daring him to hopefully change the subject.]