『 Russian Roulette 』 ( Yoshka x CannibalisticKisses )

[Yoshka]

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Russia , St. Petersburg , 26th of September. 5:16 PM


Even if it was supposed to become colder this time of year , it really wasn't. The sun seemed to appear daily , even now. And some birds were still around instead of heading to the south. Even on this day the sun had been shining continuously , along with the singing of the birds. It was only a little odd. It has been an ordinary day as ever. People were going their own way , not caring about others. Having their jobs and their lives. It all had seemed quite calm.

It even had pleased Valentin , he as well had a pretty relaxed day. For once he wasn't bothered by any friends nor his phone. Now he was sitting at a local restaurant in the city , enjoying a coffee and a book. It wasn't so busy and he was sitting at the terrace for a change. The sun had been out anyways. His fingers firmly wrapped around the cover as he held it sort of elegantly with one hand. Which had some nice big rings on them. Of course the book he was reading had nothing to do with real literature or studies. No it was simply a book about sexual positions. He decided it was time for him to learn some new techniques so he borrowed the thing at the library.

With his free hand he took the cup of coffee and brought it to the edge of his pierced lips , gently taking a sip. You could say he looked pretty simple today. He had only straightened his almost black hair , on one side he had side burns but it was already halfy growing back so it was barely noticeable , he kind of had a punkish hair style. Which also showed in his clothing style. But today he was simply wearing some grey slightly ripped skinny jeans , and loose black sleeveless shirt and some old boots. His dark grey hoody was draped over the chair he was sitting on. His tattooed arms enjoying the sun.

As he was so happily enjoying himself he suddenly got startled from a buzzing sensation in his jeans. It was his phone. Quickly he layed the book on the coffee table he was sitting , and dug his hand into the pocket of his skinnies to fumble out the phone. Seeing that it was one of his friends calling him. Curiously enough he picked up. "Hello , Valentin here?"

 

[CannibalisticKisses]

Damn her!

His skin crawled and ears rang, pristine porcelain bared as his breath drew in unsteady hisses. How could that bitch be so completely pigheaded and self absorbed?! Sometimes Dmitri wondered why they were even still together…. All they seemed to be doing lately was charging for each other’s throats; always over something petty or another. Often Dmitri had to leave just to keep from weaving his fingers around her delicate neck and squeezing until those dark liquor eyes lost their light. This was one of those times. But where was he going to run to? Ink laced digits rose to weave into long, layers calico locks, tracing upwards from the lengthy locks against the nape of his neck to pause as the razor kissed tendrils at the top. Festering with rage, Dmitri gave scarlet shaded locks a harsh tug, growling out the heat which churned in his belly.

Something… He needed something other than being trapped. Something to vent his frustrations out on lest he remain in place, ripping out his silken hair. Pale jade eyes snapped wildly in his head, tearing around the room until the fell upon his cell. A call! He could call up Valentin! Hopefully he was up to something a bit more…productive. Trembling finger hastily punched in the numbers, teeth gritting hard upon the back of his metal burdened tongue, pressing down until pink tissues tore with a flash of red. Dmitri barely had the patience to even wait for Val to pick up his end for not two rings in he was already beginning to pace. Come on Valentin…come on.. Black ringed eyes skirted forward, staring towards the front door as his fingers toyed with a set of keys he had picked off a nearby table. With each grating ring, the boy’s finger grazed over the belly of the key, pressing down until it left a small flash of pain.

Finally a voice sounded on the other line.

”Valentin! It’s me Dmitri. Look, I need to get out of the house and away from Tamara… is there some place we can meet and possibly go do something? I think my head is going to split if I’m here a moment longer.” Dmitri fidgeted, twisting upon the heels of his worn boots to face towards the nearest mirror, phone cradled firm into the metal laden shell of his ear, tight enough to make the soft flesh flush an agitated red. Heavily pierced lips were twisted in a firm line, almost twisting the layers of metal together into one giant heap while his eyes were wild, pupils contracted into small dots against the stark shade of his iris. His pale cheeks were flushed with red, meshing into the dusting of bright red which circled both slender eyes. Fuck. He looked a wreck. With a growl Dmitri twisted away to face the front door once again. ”Actually…Valentin Why don’t you just meet be me at the bar down the road from my place? I’m going to head there now. See you in a few.”

With that the call ended with an audible click. He hurriedly wedged the phone into his back pocket, barely able to make room with the skin tight constriction of black faded skinnies. A quick snatch and stuff of the wallet before Dmitri stomped off out the door. He barely remembered to even lock the door, distracted by the pull of warming sunbeams littering down upon his pale flesh. When had it been decided to be so warm out….? It was almost as if this whole day was laughing in his face and rubbing grit into the wounds Tamara had torn wide open. A drink or two to drown the fire in his belly and a friend to soothe the burn the woman had left behind. What could possibly go wrong with that?

[lame post is lame. Sorry for the delay <3~]

 

[Yoshka]

Nothing more than surprise hit the punk guy as he heard Dmitri voice on the other side. He didn't even get a chance to say anything really , his short "Hows it go--.." was cut off by Dmitri's ranting about his girlfriend. It was obvious that the guy was upset. Valentin's slender fingers brushed through his charcoal hair as complementing the idea of meeting up with the rather stressed out male. "Uhm.. yeah well sure if you'd like.. I have nothing else to do today... pretty much everyone seems busy with work anyways..." He commented as his eyes gazed over the streets. It was so obviously empty. Though when Valentin hear Dmitri's suggestion instead , he thought it would be a good idea as well. It wasn't all too far away anyways. And of course Valentin had his car with him. "Okay see you in a few minutes then.." As their call ended.

Valentin made a little entertained sigh. That guy and his girlfriend always having trouble. A little smirk appeared on the male's face as he popped his phone back in the pocket of his tight jeans. Now standing up to put on his dark grey hoody. Straightening it as he pulled the zipper up. With that he left some money at his table for the coffee and a small tip for the service. Now quickly he grabbed his sexual tinted book. As he walked to his 1965's Black Ford Mustang. Grabbing the keys out of the pocket of his hoody. Simply opening the car door and getting inside. Now only to turn on some heavy rock music on the radio.

With that the guy drove off to the meeting location , the bar. Tapping his index finger on the steering wheel as he drove. Of course it didn't take him all too long. Probably about fifteen minutes before he arrived at the bar. Simply parking his precious car , quickly getting out. Somehow he couldn't help it but be excited about the fact that Dmitri dared to invite him. It was rather unusual for him , seeing how his reputation was. It was well know that he could be a little skanky.

He entered the bar , some people looking a bit disgusted at him. Probably because of his rather punkish look maybe? Either way he didn't care all too much about it. And walked right up to the bartender. "One vodka.." He said charmingly enough. As the bartender started to pour in Russia all famous liquor.