[ Outside the kitchen Carmy pretty much always wears a clean, expensive white tshirt and high quality blue jeans — there's no fucking way he's letting anyone put lipstick on him, though. He was too enthusiastic, didn't shower, so he smells a little like baked goods and dish soap and his curls are a little sweaty. He feels kind of self-conscious about it when he looks at her, because Parisa... Parisa is a goddess, by any metric. She's the kind of girl people kill to be with — he's pretty sure some of the guys she was just dancing with are trying to glare a hole through his tshirt, right above where she's put her hand. Small. Warm. Forward. She's so fucking beautiful and confident. It's gonna be really hard not to make an idiot of himself. ]
Carmy. Hi.
[ He knows Richie sent her a photo of him, like some kind of asshole matchmaker. Speaking of Richie, his phone is going nuts; he turns it off in his pocket without reading the messages. Attention completely on Parisa. But like, how could it not be. She looks like a Bond girl. One of the scary ones. ]
So, um. You seemed pretty ready to just get down to it.
[ He thinks maybe he should offer to buy her a drink, but money is so meaningless in this place and he doesn't drink, himself. He's done this before, very immediate encounters, but they weren't usually at a bar or a club, more kind of an alley or bathroom situation. And that was sex. This is... probably also going to be sex, but he isn't sure. It matters less that he gets his nut than that he works out if Richie making him feel shitty and small works for him because of the Richie factor (the continuing motherfucking problem of the Richie factor) or the ... humiliation kink thing. If that's what he's got. ]
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Carmy. Hi.
[ He knows Richie sent her a photo of him, like some kind of asshole matchmaker. Speaking of Richie, his phone is going nuts; he turns it off in his pocket without reading the messages. Attention completely on Parisa. But like, how could it not be. She looks like a Bond girl. One of the scary ones. ]
So, um. You seemed pretty ready to just get down to it.
[ He thinks maybe he should offer to buy her a drink, but money is so meaningless in this place and he doesn't drink, himself. He's done this before, very immediate encounters, but they weren't usually at a bar or a club, more kind of an alley or bathroom situation. And that was sex. This is... probably also going to be sex, but he isn't sure. It matters less that he gets his nut than that he works out if Richie making him feel shitty and small works for him because of the Richie factor (the continuing motherfucking problem of the Richie factor) or the ... humiliation kink thing. If that's what he's got. ]