Let's Kill Tonight (Victor/Casual)

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian wasn't nervous in the slightest. In fact, he was feeling better than he had in ages. He hadn't had a vision in weeks, and normally that would worry him. But today he was happy. He walked down the street with a bounce in his step, and a smile on his face. He sipped his scalding hot coffee with glee, his jacket slung over his shoulder. His tie was loosened, and he was off for spring break. He should be grading papers, but he suddenly had the urge to see the man who had put him in such a good mood.

It was odd because Victor shouldn't have put him such a good mood. The other man wasn't really a guy you could fall in love with. He was just a really hot one who could easily seduct you into his bed. But here Sebastian was, in high spirits, almost skipping to Jack's. He hoped Victor would be there, and he was almost sure he would. But would he want to see him? What about just a chat? That couldn't hurt, right?

Truth was, he was just happy that someone had payed attention to him, as more than just a troubled guy. He had sort of let him confide in him, though he'd never tell Vic the whole story. He wanted to feel again, instead of just moving through the motions of life like he had been doing.

And damn that was some good sex.

Honestly, he needed that. He needed sex. He hadn't had it in a while, and being with Victor was like a (painful) breath of fresh air. He tried to ignore the vision that interuppted them, however. He could barely remember what happened after that, and hoped he hadn't done anything stupid, like tell him about the vision. He was usually a cool liar, however, so he wasn't too worried. Though the morning after, he had merely found a note laying next to his head, saying Victor had been called away to work, and told him he had brought his car over to the complex.

He had left in a hurry, not wanting to impose on Victor's hospitality. Now he couldn't wait to see him again.

He turned the corner and approached the bar with anticipation. He threw the now empty coffee cup in a nearby trashcan, and almost hopped into the bar. A cool breeze blew on him as he left the hot day for the better climate of the bar, where he almost felt at home. Not because he was a hard drinker, but because he knew Victor was here, and he felt like he could almost come here to forget. Forget about the visions, about Andrew, about everything that plagued him.

Instead of walking to the bar, he asked to be seated in the dining room. He was pretty hungry, but thankfully he was seated near the bar, in plain sight of it. Hopefully he would catch Victor's eye when he came out, and call him over.

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Once Victor had made sure that the man hadn't stolen anything of his, he had almost completely forgotten about Sebastian. It was something he had needed to get out of his system, and by Lord, it had been fun teasing him. But that was in the past- almost two weeks. Two weeks and he hadn't called him. That was rejection if Victor had ever doled it out.

So, naturally, he was slightly panicked when he saw Sebastian entering his place that morning, looking springy and expectant. What was there to expect? More sex? No... Victor was already busy with his "work". There was no time for sex during the weekdays, and the weekends were solely for being himself, the Ripper.

He had stepped out just as Sebastian was being seated, and when he'd caught a glimpse of his pretty, blond face, he got the urge to run and hide like a child. He didn't wish to deal with this sort of thing today... or any day. He just did not want to deal with it. The man was probably here for a favor; money, perhaps. Perhaps a relationship. As if.

But Victor felt the creeping suspicion that he had been spotted already, and so he strode out of his office, paused at the bar, and walked around to the kitchen. Maybe if he pretended not to see him, he would leave him alone. But there wasn't anywhere to hide. He couldn't just camp out in the kitchen or something. But he could always try.

[SEBASTIAN TIMOTHY MARTIN]

Sebastian had seen Victor, but he didn't think he had saw him. He looked at his menu briefly, his eyes favoring the bar. He had seen him go into the kitchen, but perhaps he would come out after a little while. He hoped he wasn't imposing, again. He hadn't seen Victor for a while.

Maybe he had forgotten about him? Oh, that was nonsense. Why would he forget about him? Was he that sort of guy? Probably... But he had felt so... normal around Victor. Normal wasn't in his vocabulary, and he was glad to add it. He hadn't felt the slightest speck of normalcy since before he started having visions.

He ordered gladly from the waiter, suddenly starving, and waited patiently for his meal. He leaned on his hands and stared off at the bar, wishing Victor would come out and at least wave. He just wanted to know he still had at least a friend.

[JACK THE RIPPER]

Victor had engaged himself in a conversation with one of the cooks about the cost of shrimp, which wasn't a very entertaining conversation, but gave him a reason to stay in there. He was a good boss--made sure his workers were happy, provided them with what they asked for, and was very flexible concerning hours and time off. People liked someone like that, the kind-but-stern type. He didn't take shit from them, but he didn't dole it out either.

Eventually, the conversation ended, and he had no choice but to leave the kitchen. On his way to the swinging metal doors, one of the waiters stopped him. "Er, Mr. Griffiths, would you mind taking this out for me?" Victor looked down at the tray of food. "Rob needs my help at the bar for a sec."

"Sure," he said tentatively, taking the tray. He often helped his workers by taking orders, delivering food, and working the bar when they had something important to do. He didn't have much in his office to do in one day, so he actually enjoyed helping. Now, though, he wasn't so sure. He would have to face Sebastian...

"It's for tables five and six." Shit!

He nodded and pushed the door open with his back, turning into the eating area and taking a deep breath. At the table next to Sebastian, there sat two women and two men on their lunch break from work, or so he could guess by their clothing. He took his time serving them, dreading when he would have to go over there...

When he asked if he could get them anything else, it was a negative. Shit again. He turned to Sebastian and made the seemingly endless walk to his table, setting down his plate without so much as a word. He prayed to god that the man wouldn't try and speak with him.