DRUNKEN AGONY (Key-Tokki x InuCassy) - Private - (18+)

[InuCassy]

 

NAME: Christopher McHearst

 

AGE: 27

 

HEIGHT: 6'2

 

WEIGHT: 180lbs.

 

OCCUPATION: Tattoo Artist

 

PERSONALITY: Aggressive, loud, pushy, closed-minded, controlling

 

BACKGROUND: Christopher grew up watching his father beat his mother on a daily basis. When his mother wasn't around, Christopher was the one who got beat instead. His father was an alcoholic who could never hold down a steady job, causing him to pimp Christopher's mother out to whoever was willing to pay to screw a beaten mess of a woman. At the age of 9, Christopher landed himself into the Juvenile Corrections System for beating a kid to the brink of death with a crowbar. At 16, Christopher ran away from home, after his mother passed away. He lived on the streets for a year, drawing and painting pictures and selling them at the local flea market to earn money to eat. A well known tattoo artist saw Christopher's talent and took him in, teaching him how to do tattooing. At 18, Christopher got his first real job in a tattoo parlor, where he continues to work to this day. At the age of 21, Christopher developed a taste for alcohol, and turned himself into an alcoholic. Two years after that, he was hit by a car, damaging his left leg. He became addicted to the pain killing opiate Vicodin, after receiving it for the pain after being discharged from the hospital.

[Key-Tokki]

 

Name

Logan Whiller

 

Height

5'5

 

Age

24

 

Occupation

Hair Stylist

 

Personality

Carefree, patient, open-minding, kind hearted, giving, understanding, a bit naive

 

Background

Logan was born in a well off family, his mother was the head of the church, and his father was principle at hsi high school. When they found out the was gay, the tried there best to understand but in the end it ended with him being kicked out of the home. Where he moved in with his girlfriend at the time, after a few months they broke up, and he moved to where he lives now, enrolled in college and has finally managed to become a hair stylist at a well known salon.

[InuCassy]

The daylight breaks through a ratted mess of blinds. It's Sunday, and the street outside is cold and silent. The only sound inside the the tiny studio apartment is the sound of snoring. A groan breaks this sound, followed by the squeaky, crunchy springs in the old mattress laying on the floor in the far right corner of the room. Two feet flop out from under the blanket covering the mattress. A dirty pillow falls onto the floor as the hung over Christopher slowly crawls himself out of bed.

 

"Fuck", he mumbles to himself.

 

His slowly rises to his feet, and heads towards the bathroom right across from his bed. He opens the door and turns on the light, blinding himself momentarily. Christopher rubs the crust from his half open eyes, and walks over to the toilet to urinate. Flipping the toilet lid open, he pulls down his sweatpants and urinates. He watches the stream flow from him and thinks about the night before. He lets out a sigh, shakes off any thing left on his penis and flushes. He turns to the shower, slides the shower door and reaches in to turn on the water. Letting the water run for a moment to warm up, Christopher undresses himself and kicks his clothes into a corner. he steps inside the shower, sliding the door shut behind him.

 

He stands under the warm water, letting it slowly wash over him. He reaches and grabs the bar of soap and lathers himself with it from head to toe. Setting the soap back down, he rinses the soap off his body. He feels a slight pain on the left side of his ribcage. He feels it and looks to see what is causing it. There sits a big purple bruise, about 5 inches wide. Christopher is puzzled for a second, then he remembers getting into a fist fight at the bar the night before. He laughs to himself and shuts the water off. Grabbing the dirty towel that hung over the shower, he dries his face then wraps it around his waist, slides the shower door open and steps out onto the cold tile floor.

 

Christopher walks out of the bathroom and heads to his closet, pulling out a pair of clean boxers, blue jeans and a plain black shirt. He dresses himself and throws on the same pair of socks from the day before and his black. steel toe boots. He walks back to the bathroom and brushes his teeth. Spitting out the toothpaste, he looks into the mirror and rubs his head.

 

"Hmmm, looks like it's time for a haircut".

 

He exits the bathroom and heads for the front door, grabbing his keys, cigarettes and his wallet of the kitchen counter. He stuffs the items in his pocket and heads out the front door, locking it before closing it. He heads down the long, dim lit hallway to the front door of the building. Pushing it open, he stops and squints his eyes.

 

"Damn sun. I should have brought my fucking sunglasses", Christopher whispers to himself.

 

He begins his walk down the street to the nearest barber shop that sits on the corner three blocks from his home. He passes by a man dressed in a grey suit, who looks at Christopher with a look of surprise. Christopher looks at the man's expression on his face, and glares at him. he raises a fist at the man.

 

"What the fuck are you looking at, you little piece of shit?"

 

Christopher towers over the now frightened man, causing him to drop his coffee. The man cowers and runs off down the street in the opposite way. Christopher spits on the ground and smirks, watching the man run away. He continues his walk to the barber shop, wearing a smile on his face. A few minutes pass and he makes it to his destination. He reaches for the door to the shop, and notices it is closed.

 

"Of course it's closed. It's fucking Sunday!", Christopher yells at the door. "Where the hell am I suppose to go now?"

 

He stands there, staring down the empty street and he remembers there being a salon just a couple of blocks more down the street. He pulls out a cigarette, puts it between his lips and lights it. He flicks some ashes on the ground and starts to walk. He shakes his head, which still feels a bit fuzzy from drinking. He makes it a block and notices the sign to the salon, all bright and pink, just across the street on the next block. Crossing the street, he can hear the music coming from the open door of the place. He throws his cigarette on the ground, steps on it and heads inside.

[Key-Tokki]

Logan leaned back against the counter, smiling at the girl that sat in the chair to his right. She was having her hair cut in layers and high lighted for her prom that was the next week. He had no one in his chair today since it was sunday and he usually did not work on Sundays, but needing a few extra dollars, he decided to come in and take any of the last minute check in's that always arrived. The salon was high quality so usually to get in, an appointment was needed. The hair stylists main income was through tips, so they all made sure to be overly nice to the customers. The young hair dresser had been idling chatting with the girl while her hair was being cut into the third proper layer, trying to help the tip that the actual hair dresser was going to get. If he was anything, he was giving. The bell rang, signalling that the door was opening, and when a few people saw who it was, they gasped and allwas quiet, you could hear a pin drop. The silence causing Logan to glance up at the door, and watch as a hulking man lumbered through the door. This man was clearly good looking, however he was gigantically tall, especially compared to most of the other petite individuals in the shop. His hair looked a bit to long, and a bit messy, it was clealry not styled to look that way, but was just not done. Everyone had gone s oquiet because he just looked very unusual to be visiting a high end salon such as this one. Clearing his throat, Logan pushed himself from the counter and walked to the front, leaning across the counter he smiled softly at the large man and spoke. "Do you need a cut, or maybe a hair dye, or a styling? My chair is open right now, so please come this way." Stepping to the side, he motioned the man back to his chair which was freshly cleaned from the last persons hair he trimmed.

[InuCassy]

Christopher felt very uncomfortable being in such a nice place. He hated how everyone watched his every move. It smelled of hair chemicals and perfume, causing him to couch.Clinching his fists as he walked towards the petite, yet strangely handsome hair stylist, he let out a sigh and looked the man right in the eyes. Christopher noticed how beautiful and green they were, as a nice set of full lashes hung just above them. Christopher caught himself staring a the man, which pissed him off a little. He began to walk in the direction being pointed out to him. Stepping in front of the chair, Christopher turns and sits down in it. He looks at himself in the huge, brightly lit mirror in front of him and began rubbing his head again. He moved his eyes to the stylist's reflection.

 

"I just want you to shave it all off", he says to the stylist. "I don't want nothing fucking fancy done to it, all right? Just shave this shit off".

 

He watched the stylist's face, and noticed that he keep the same happy expression, regardless of how he spoke to him. Christopher felt a little bad for speaking to the stylist in such a rude way. He looked over at the other people in the salon, noticing some looking at him as if he just slaughtered the poor stylist and others leaning towards each other, whispering as they kept their eyes locked on to him. Rolling his eyes at them, Christopher turns and looks back at the stylist.

 

"Look, could you please just hurry up and shave my head?", he says in a more mellow tone of voice.

[Key-Tokki]

Logan brushed off the chair a bit and moved to the side while the other man sat down, smiling to himself as a familiar toon went through his head, he began going through a few different items that he could use on the mans head. Completely ignoring the others harsh tone, he understood, sometimes people just had a bad day, they needed someone to lash out to and it didn't seem like it was worth it to argue. So he simply continued about his work, coo'ing softly as he poured some accent cream on his hands, lathering them up before slowly spreading it around the mans head, massaging it into the hair folicals he spoke, "Right, I will do it simple and clean. I'll use this to soften there hair, thenn I'll go ahead and shave it, and shape it up, nice, simple and clean." Leaning the chair back a bit, he began to rinse off the hair softener, then dabbed at it with a towel to clean it. Once that was complete he applied a nice smelling axe cream and smiled as he began to shave it, concentrating carefully on it, he had to lean over the other twice to change the settings over the razzor in order to smooth out an area, meaning he had his face very near the mans. As he finished up, he spoke, "Is everything okay? Haveing a bad day, maybe? You seem a bit agitated, don't worry about anyone here. We don't usually have many customers like you, but I think that speaks for your character, it's a good thing." After he finished he leaned back, grossing his arms and nodded smiling softly at the man through there mirror. "There, nice and sleak, is it to your liking or would you prefer I change anything?"

[InuCassy]

Christopher felt his face grow hot as the stylist leaned past him, Their faces with in inches of each other. He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly, calming his nerves. He hears the stylist talking to him, but his frustration makes it hard to focus on his words. He closes his eyes and tunes him out. It seems like his eyes were closed for only a few seconds before he hears the man speaking to him again. He opens his eyes and looks at himself in the mirror, turning his head to the right and then to the left. Christopher takes his hand and feels his head, letting a small smile sneak across his lips.

 

"It looks good, bro", he tells the stylist.

 

He stands up and stretches his arms and legs. He looks at the stylist as he pulls out his wallet. He locks his eyes onto the man's eyes. something about those eyes were soothing to Christopher. He couldn't get enough of them. It made him more pissed off, but at himself. Never has he been attracted to another man. Opening his wallet, Christopher grabs a twenty dollar bill, which causes his I.D. to fall out and land by the base of the chair. He didn't notice it fall, and holds it out the money at the stylist. His hand begins to tremble a bit, and he tightens his grip on the money, crumbling it in his finger. He clears his throat, and takes a hard swallow.

 

"Is this gonna be enough to cover it?"

 

 

 

 

 

[Key-Tokki]

Logans soft smile only widened when he heard the compliment, he had to step back avoid colliding with the other when he stood due to his large size. Laughing a bit he nodded his thanks as he replied to the comment, "It has been a long time since anyone has ever called me bro," He joked, reaching forward to take the bill, knowing fully well it was not enough for such a high end place, but this guy seemed to be having a bad enough day, and he didn't really need the extra money anyway, plus it was supposed to be his day off, he justified the lack of the others money as he nodded," It's plenty," Reaching in his back jean pocket he held up his buisness card for the man to take, "If you ever need another cut, just ring me up and i'll help you schedual an appointment." As he spoke he carefully eased the larger man towards the door, once he was in the front, Logan turned and walked back to his chair. Now noticing that there was a card on the floor, reaching down and picking it up, he frowned when he saw it was the mans I.D. Knowing fully well that the guy must have left already, he decided to go and bring it to the man after work. Looking down at it, he saw the others address, and saw that his name was Christopher McHearst.

 

At 10:00 pm, his shift was finally over, so he pulled on his black coat, and wrapped his long red scarf around his neck, covering his neck, chin and mouth nicely, then pulled on his gloves and hat, quickly making his way out of the door with Christophers I.D. in his hand. Sighing to himself as he came face to face with a wall of snow, it seemed t obe coming down quiet heavily, he had not even noticed when the blasted snow had began, and though he loved it, it was still cold and wet, causing him to fall often. In a matter of minutes he was standing outside Christophers door, he noted that this place seemed rather worn down. Coughing lightly, reached up and knocked on the door.

[InuCassy]

Christopher left the salon, with the card in his hand. He looked at the card, and laughed to himself. An evil little grin came across his face.

 

"So, his name is Logan, eh?", he says to himself.

 

Christopher slips the card into his back pocket, and heads down the street to the nearest liquor store. All he wanted was some good strong drink to clear his mind of the images burned into his thoughts of Logan's eyes. Daydreaming as he walked towards the liquor store, Christopher didn't see the blonde haired woman standing on the sidewalk just outside the store. He keeps his eyes looking up at the horizon, and slams right into her.

 

"Hey! Watch where you're going, dip shit!", the woman screams at him.

 

Christopher wipes himself off and turns towards the woman, glaring at her face.

 

"You stupid bitch! You couldn't move yourself out of the way?! Are you fucking blind?!

 

The woman's face got bright red, but she remained silent. Christopher shoves her aside and enters the store. He walks up to the counter and points to a bottle of whiskey on the middle shelf, right behind the cashier. The cashier looks at Christopher with a slight hint of fear on his face as he turns and grabs the bottle. The cashier places the bottle in a black bag and sets it on the counter.

 

"That will be $15.86......sir", the cashier say nervously.

 

Christopher nods at the man, reaching for his wallet. He opens it and pulls some money, but notices that his I.D. is missing. He searches through the wallet, but doesn't find it. He shrugs his shoulders, and hands the cashier the money. He grabs the bag and walks off. Walking fast towards his home, Christopher makes it back in less than 10 minutes. He opens the door to the building, walks down the hall and to his studio. he unlocks the door to the dark room in front of him. He closes the door and flips on the light. Walking into the kitchen, Christopher sets the bottle on the counter, pulls out a bottle of Vicodin from the cabinet, places 5 pills into his mouth and takes a big swig of the whiskey. He takes the bottle with him to his bed. Setting the bottle on the ground next to the bed, Christopher grabs his pillow and rests his head on it. He closes his eyes and the only thing he can think of is Logan's eyes. He smiles and drifts off to sleep.

 

Hours pass, and Christopher is awaken to the sound of knocking on the door. He sits up, rubbing his face as he stands up and begins to walk towards the door.

 

"Who the fuck could this be?", Christopher grumbles to himself, as he staggers to the door in the dark.

 

He unlocks the door, ready to punch whoever is standing on the other side. He unlocks the door and swings it open quickly.

 

"What the hell do you want?", he yells, not aware of who is there.

 

He instantly locks onto the set of eyes in front of him. His heart begins to beat faster in his chest, as his face begins to grow hot. He almost wants to slam the door shut in Logan's face, but decides against it.

 

"Uh, Logan, what are you doing here?", he asks nervously. "Please, uh, come in I guess".

[Key-Tokki]

Logan had to take a step when he heard the unessicary yelling that was directed at him, looking up at the larger male he held up the card in a silent explination as to why he was there, however before the man saw he offered for the smaller boy to come in. It had to physically squeeze through in order to properly make it past the larger male whom was still standing there, large and intimidating, looming in the doorway. Lucky for him, Logan found no one intimidating, he found no reason to feel like that towards anyone. His first glance at the small place was that it was very dirty, empty cans were strewn about, he even almost tripped over a bottle, having to catch himself on the wall on order to keep from falling. He also noticed the smell, it smelled like alchohol to him, and clearly a large amount, he tore his gaze away from the mess and looked back to the other male. Digging in his pocket he held up the card, with his other hand lossening the scarf around his neck, he spoke smiling softly, "You managed to drop this back at the shop, you should be careful with these right? Otherwise someone could use it for something not to good," He laughed as he held the card out for the other to take, his other one still fixing his scarf. Stepping back a bit he spoke, "Your apartment seems really home, had that 'lived-in' feel to it" He joked, sticking both his hands in his pockets since they were still cold from outside.

[InuCassy]

Christopher looked at Logan's eyes then his hand. he smiled when he noticed that Logan was holding his I.D. card.

 

"Holy shit! You found it! I was wondering where that thing went. Your ass just saved me a trip to the fucking D.M.V." Christopher exclaimed, with satisfaction in his voice.

 

He reached out and took the card out of Logan's hand, pulled out his wallet and slid it inside. He laughs at how Logan mocked his studio apartment, not allowing himself to get mad about the man's remark. He looks around, trying to find a place for his guest to sit. Walking over to the far corner opposite of his bed, Christopher kicks some clothes and papers off of the beanbag chair hidden under the mess. He looks over at Logan and smiles.

 

"Please, Logan, have a seat", as he fluffs the chair out a bit.

 

he walks pass the man and heads towards the kitchen. He walks in and pulls out two shot glasses from the cabinet and a bottle of whiskey from the freezer. He pours some whiskey into each glass then sets the bottle down on the counter. Christopher picks up the two glasses and carries them back into the room towards Logan.

 

"Please, take a shot with me. It's my way of saying thanks".

 

He hands one of the glasses to Logan, catching the green of his eyes, unable to pull his gaze away from them.

 

"Damn those fucking eyes of his", Christopher thinks to himself. "Why do they make me feel the way I do about them? What is it with this guy that makes me attracted to him?"