Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)So I will throw out a couple of openers here and pictures of the characters with them. First I would like to point out that NONE OF THE ART IS MINE, I just use it as a visual reference, the character in the picture is just what mine would look like, it is not the actual character.
If you find a plot or opener interesting then just hit me up, I am very open to a lot of kinks and such, most of the openers don't really have a plot though so we can either do smut with a small plot or we can talk through something!
Here they are!
Pairings I'd like to do:
Mob Boss' Son (me) x Bodyguard (you)
Student/party boy (me) x Mob Boss (you)
Student (me) x Teacher (you)
Student (me) x Businessman (you)
Brothers (incest)
Best friends (older or younger)
Mafia boss's son x Bodyguard - So the boss has a rowdy kid that needs handled, he skips school, starts fights, bad mouths teachers/other guards/lackeys/father/clients/etc. He needs a lesson on how to behave. What I am looking for is someone to discipline him in a more sexual manner but he will be completely unwilling in the beginning, BUT this will turn to romance. He will be young but age gaps are completely okay with me, non-con is more than okay but eventually it will turn to dub-con and eventually more than willing. Eventually/occasionally will want to switch it up a bit, maybe as a reward for good behavior he gets to top or something? Or maybe he wants to feel more dominant and YC feels pity for him and lets him, either way your character needs to stay in control, the kink that this hits home most with is a slave controlling their master behind closed doors.
Mafia boss x Mafia boss - Rivals or Allies? Up to you but either way there needs to be physical/territorial struggle between the two, there needs to be killing (of irrelevant characters), blood (yes this can mean blood play, i.e. a fight between both our characters leading to some nice hot steamy scene), cursing, abuse of substances and many other things that come with the mafia/crime life. I would like some kind of romance in this though it will be a bit reluctant on MC's part until farther into the story, mpreg is encouraged but no necessary.
Student x Businessman - Does MC's father work for you? Maybe you give classes at the college on occasion? Maybe you need an intern? Talk to me about this one, there are TONS of thoughts I have for it.
All of these pairings I'm open for larger age gaps but nothing over 44
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Name of plot/Role play: Find Me (now taken)
Demon
Name: Jameson Castor
Age: 90 years (human)
Race: Demon with Cyborg enhancements
Height: 5'6
Weight: 120lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Sky Blue
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They were out again, the group known as Quarantine, and as usual they were hunting. Quarantine was made up of several different social statures that came together for one cause, wiping out demons and anything deemed unnatural. Unnatural included cyborgs, stray A.I. bots and even just rare mutations of human genes such as legs being fused together, two heads or some freak looking creature that wasn’t what the ideal human should look like. Members for this particular group came from all walks of life such as the poor who lived beneath the old crumbling bridges of vintage cars that used wheels and gasoline as means to accelerate. Then there were the working class that were barely scraping by and just one bad week of poor budgeting or crisis could break the bank and find themselves joining the poor beneath the bridges or in old run down human apartments. However the ones that ran the group and made all the calls were the ones that were much better off than the rest, the ones with all the wealth and easy desk jobs. All of them however came together for the just cause of ridding the world of the monsters that went bump in the night and caused unneeded chaos in day to day life or that just smudged it with their ugly appearance. So they hunted that in which didn’t belong in their world.
It wasn’t all the time they could hunt though, for once the government stepped in and loaned a helping hand to the ones that were now a rapidly growing minority. Only on the first Wednesday of every month were they allowed to go out and kill off any night creature that was found to be a nuisance, though one thing was still wrong with this law, there was no documentation or proof needed that the creature was disruptive. Granted this seemed like a pretty shitty law but at least it meant Jameson only had to run one day out of the month and not every single moment like it had been a few years ago. Peeking out of the dumpster his sky blue eyes moved from left to right and up and down making sure that the area was clear before he crawled out and brushed himself off. Now he stunk as well as was dirty but at least he was alive for the moment, moving to the opening in the alleyway he peeked around the corner and once again looked in all direction. It was almost time for the sun to be up and that would mark the end of the day for hunting though he knew better, a few still hunted for an hour or so after the sun came up. Though it was against the law those that broke it rarely got punished because they were seen to be doing a civil service in ridding the world of a havoc causing nuisance.
A shot rang out echoing down the alley and the sound of breaking metal followed in its wake, Jameson was momentarily taken off guard and grabbed his upper arm in pain before he bolted. Holding his arm and running as fast as he could Jameson fled to the street and headed toward the inner city where he knew all bets were off of survival but unfortunately those were better odds than what were stacked against him now. The outer city though peaceful was where the Quarantine hunted the most as they knew those that were peaceful creatures would hide out to seek sanctuary from the day to day life of running in the inner city where most laws didn’t apply. The inner city was weird in this world, it wasn’t like old books showed or stories he had heard told from the older generation. Inner city used to be filled with ghettos, crime rings and just all around no one wanted to be there however these inner cities were different but yet they still held some of the same values. Here the buildings were not as run down, they were upscale and rich often visited them, with their pets and guards. Drugs were still passed around freely as if it was a desert tray, sex and prostitution were like fashion runways but everything was glamourous. Everything shone with bright lights, glitter, and gold and silver as if it were derived straight from the story of gods in an ancient time, everything was beautiful but deadly. Pulling out a gun and killing someone was normal, so normal that the police didn’t respond unless it was on the verge of a massacre.
Panting hard as he came to a stop just inside of a small shop two steps over the city limits Jameson slumped in the corner of the store still holding his arm. It was clean and bright within the cool air, there were very few people but heard them in the other isles, one seemed to be just on the other side of the display for sex slaves. Flinching and closing his eyes tightly he heard the heavy footsteps come to a running stop in front of the store and he prayed they would start again and keep running down the street, but they didn’t. The sound of the chime on the door set Jameson in a panicked motion again as he darted down the aisle, the sound of the shots rang out again and he moved faster, he was running for his life. When he finally reached the back door he launched out into the back alley which was paved nicely and well lit. Stumbling and rolling into a trash can he pushed himself up with his good arm and took off again, several more shots were heard but they were distantly behind him. It wasn’t clear what had transpired behind him in the store but more than likely there had been returned fire on the man as most of the shop owners didn’t take kindly to open fire in their stores without permission, one reason he had ducked into that particular store. There were signs that lit up on tops of the stores that didn’t want gun fire inside, it would be a gun with a red X over it, pretty clear even if someone wasn’t A.I. smart. Once more he slowed down and ducked into an alley to sit down against the wall, the pain in his arm getting worse.
Looking down at his left arm Jameson frowned, the wires and several sheets of metal protruded out from the bleeding skin beneath the now frayed material of his jacket. Jameson was exactly the type of creature the Quarantine wanted gone, he was a cross between a demon and a cyborg, an experiment by humans, a man made atrocity. If it hadn’t been bad enough that Jameson had been born a demon, killing his own mother unintentionally during birth, then the scientist raised him and experimented with his demonic fluids and appendages. Hell would have been a much more pleasant environment to grow up in rather than where he did, always being poked by needles, cut by scalpels and so many different types of radiation and environment changes. All of it was for science they said but luckily there were still humans that viewed even demons as living breathing things that deserved a chance at life. Like in some cliché book about a crazy animal activist a group broke into the facility that he had been kept in and released them all. Though it was a very heartwarming thing it was also a very sad and horrific thing as some of the demons hadn’t been as civilized and understanding as Jameson and the activist were only repaid with gruesome deaths.
Sitting on the cool ground and not moving Jameson rested until the sun had been up for more than three hours, startling a few times as people entered and exited the alley he was in, all giving him suspicious looks but moving on as if none of their business. When he finally decided to move he headed back toward the outer city, it was far too dangerous for his kind here and he knew that, he could technically still be hunted here since he wasn’t accompanied. The inner city crowd seemed to be accepting sometimes of creatures if they were befriended by an occupant of the inner city, but not always.
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Father
Son
Name: Argus Mantelli Name: Brian Mantelli (son)
Age: 44 Age: 17 (son)
Hair: Black Hair: Black (son)
Eyes: Grey Eyes: Deep Grey (son)
Physique: Toned Physique: Very fit (son)
Occupation: Contractor/Construction - CEO Occupation: School (son)
Sexual Orientation: Undecided (Dub-Con gay) Sexual Orientation: Gay (son)
"So you're going half way across the United States to talk to some brat kid that wants to borrow about fifty thousand dollars and you haven't even met him before?" Tyler wasn't believing this, there had to be more to the story than what Argus was telling him and it had to be juicy, the older male wouldn't just up and leave his comfy home to travel somewhere to loan a complete stranger more money than the person's life is even worth. Leaning against the frame of the bathroom he watched his friend and old college room mate trim his beard and mustache, Argus always kept it trimmed fairly short.
With a heavy sigh Argus rolled his grey eyes up and shook his head but continued in his mission to trim the hairs that had become unruly, "I told you once, he isn't a complete stranger." The snort coming from the tall Hawaiian native was rather rude, "Okay so personally I don't know the kid but he is a very close friend's son and I'm not about to just brush him off, I'll at least met him just like a normal client and see what he has to say, when I see if the project is worth the money I'll decide." Knocking the razor gently on the side of the sink he knocked most of the hair from the plastic guard that guided and measured the length between the blades and skin, it was a very small distance as Argus liked his beard and mustache short. "If I figure the project not to be worth my time or money I'll just turn him down but politely and send him on his way, I've got to at least do that for Jeremy's sake, his kid deserves it and not to mention I'm like twenty years late in meeting the youngster." Argus had never gotten to meet Jeremy's son due to life, a career took Argus from the quiet shore of Ocean City, Delaware all the way over to Santa Monica, California where he had gotten a full ride scholarship for Architecture though he would much rather be the one out getting his hands dirty than the one scribbling on a piece of paper and making big corporate decisions, no he liked to be out getting hot and sweaty more than being a paper pusher. "Besides, I have the chance to see Jeremy again if he isn't too busy doing his modeling stuff." Jeremy was still just as handsome as he had been back in high school, Argus had always been envious of his looks and how many girls he got but at least Argus was able to hold onto his youthful look and maybe Jeremy had too but the last picture he saw of him showed he was aging.
Rolling his eyes Tyler adjusted so his back was against the frame now instead of his shoulder, "You'd think you were in love with him by the way you talk." A soft smile played at his lips, Tyler knew there weren't romantic feelings between Argus or anyone for that matter, after he had split up from his wife things went very dull for the other and Tyler felt bad for his friend but at the same time he also was glad he didn't care about anyone, it was less stress for Argus. "That reminds me, are you going to take Brian with you?" Frowning he hoped that Argus was going to take the kid with him, Brian was in that rebellious stage where if he could cause a problem or chaos then he would do it, besides that the kid creeped Tyler out.
Argus let out a booming laugh and leaned on the sink with both palms flat, he heard the distress in Tyler's voice and couldn't help the amusement, "Yes, I'm taking my son with me, he is still on restrictions but I was able to convince the court to let me take him with me for awhile. If you want to come visit while I am there then by all means just send me a text or call and I'll send you a ticket, Ocean City is pretty nice and it has amazing ocean views as well as some nice swimming." Brian. It was the only thing that Argus and his ex-wife now shared and ever talked about other wise they never saw or spoke to one another anymore and truthfully it didn't bother Argus as much as he thought it would, he had loved her dearly but now that she was out of his life things straightened out. As he finished up and cleaned the sink and razor he kept glancing over at Tyler who was just watching him quietly, "You're not done talking, I can tell. Spit it out already." Tyler was very good at hiding his feelings and thoughts from a lot of people but he and Argus had spent many years together in college and after the divorce took place, he had always hated leaving Brian in the house alone so he asked Tyler to move in who at that time was homeless for the most part and living the life of a nomad going from couch to couch.
"You don't intend to stay there do you? I mean your coming back to Cali right?" It wasn't really for his own interests but Tyler had been living the good life off of Argus and though he had started his own career in a law firm he still had no intentions of taking on his own responsibilities of owning a house or taxes or anything else like that, he wanted to remain under Argus' wing for a while longer. So it was a bit shallow of him but he also cared to see his friend again, he didn't want the man he had gotten really close to, to just up and leave after so long, there were no romantic relations between the two but Argus was always a pillar to Tyler and he wasn't about to lose that just because some kid asked him to come back to his home town.
"Stop being an insecure woman." Reaching up he patted Tyler on the cheek playfully like he used to do to his wife, "I'll come home sweetheart don't you worry. I'm serious though Tyler I'm only going for a visit, see the home town a bit and meet up with some old friends and then Jeremy and his kid, that's it. It isn't like I had planned on just dropping everything here and going."
"Thank god, I'm not moving to some boring ass town you hicks grew up in." Brian had come up the stairs to hear the conversation about moving and was more than thankful they weren't moving, he had too many friends and too many wild Cali nights still left in his blood stream to just move to some unknown shore town. "I still don't want to go, why can't you just leave me with mom?" Yeah it was a bit of a whiny voice but Brian was beat down in life at the moment, a few acts of vandalism under his belt and the damn court threw the book at him hard, he had to have constant supervision and then he was still under restrictions even after his birthday, it was pure bullshit to him, Brian didn't want to have to hold mommy or daddy's hand for the rest of his life. However he knew it was a stupid question, his father would never let him stay with his mom as she was never home anymore and always flying out of the country or even out of state for her job, the life of being a celebrities manager had it's draw backs when it came to parenthood.
Glaring over at his son he frowned and then sighed and pushed past both the males blocking the doorway, "You're going with me and that's the end of it Brian, just live with it and look at it as a vacation and besides there are parties and things there too to do, it isn't like it is full of a town of old people or anything. There are still thriving businesses and young people there as well, maybe you'll even make a few new friends you can hang out with while we are there, under conditions set by me though." Argus threw a warning glance over his shoulder at Brian, it had been under his mother's care that Brian had gotten into all the trouble he had, the kid just needed more supervision and Argus had given that to him so he had been excellent for him so far. Entering his room he looked around, putting his hands up behind his head and lacing his fingers together he stared out the window at the ocean view, he was going to go back to his home town after how many years? He hadn't even attended class reunions due to work in the beginning but after while he just didn't even know when they were and the couple he had looked into had already passed by the time he found any information. It didn't matter, he was going to go now and see the old city and relax a bit.
If you find a plot or opener interesting then just hit me up, I am very open to a lot of kinks and such, most of the openers don't really have a plot though so we can either do smut with a small plot or we can talk through something!
Here they are!
Pairings I'd like to do:
Mob Boss' Son (me) x Bodyguard (you)
Student/party boy (me) x Mob Boss (you)
Student (me) x Teacher (you)
Student (me) x Businessman (you)
Brothers (incest)
Best friends (older or younger)
Mafia boss's son x Bodyguard - So the boss has a rowdy kid that needs handled, he skips school, starts fights, bad mouths teachers/other guards/lackeys/father/clients/etc. He needs a lesson on how to behave. What I am looking for is someone to discipline him in a more sexual manner but he will be completely unwilling in the beginning, BUT this will turn to romance. He will be young but age gaps are completely okay with me, non-con is more than okay but eventually it will turn to dub-con and eventually more than willing. Eventually/occasionally will want to switch it up a bit, maybe as a reward for good behavior he gets to top or something? Or maybe he wants to feel more dominant and YC feels pity for him and lets him, either way your character needs to stay in control, the kink that this hits home most with is a slave controlling their master behind closed doors.
Mafia boss x Mafia boss - Rivals or Allies? Up to you but either way there needs to be physical/territorial struggle between the two, there needs to be killing (of irrelevant characters), blood (yes this can mean blood play, i.e. a fight between both our characters leading to some nice hot steamy scene), cursing, abuse of substances and many other things that come with the mafia/crime life. I would like some kind of romance in this though it will be a bit reluctant on MC's part until farther into the story, mpreg is encouraged but no necessary.
Student x Businessman - Does MC's father work for you? Maybe you give classes at the college on occasion? Maybe you need an intern? Talk to me about this one, there are TONS of thoughts I have for it.
All of these pairings I'm open for larger age gaps but nothing over 44
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Name of plot/Role play: Find Me (now taken)
Demon
Name: Jameson Castor
Age: 90 years (human)
Race: Demon with Cyborg enhancements
Height: 5'6
Weight: 120lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Sky Blue
*******
They were out again, the group known as Quarantine, and as usual they were hunting. Quarantine was made up of several different social statures that came together for one cause, wiping out demons and anything deemed unnatural. Unnatural included cyborgs, stray A.I. bots and even just rare mutations of human genes such as legs being fused together, two heads or some freak looking creature that wasn’t what the ideal human should look like. Members for this particular group came from all walks of life such as the poor who lived beneath the old crumbling bridges of vintage cars that used wheels and gasoline as means to accelerate. Then there were the working class that were barely scraping by and just one bad week of poor budgeting or crisis could break the bank and find themselves joining the poor beneath the bridges or in old run down human apartments. However the ones that ran the group and made all the calls were the ones that were much better off than the rest, the ones with all the wealth and easy desk jobs. All of them however came together for the just cause of ridding the world of the monsters that went bump in the night and caused unneeded chaos in day to day life or that just smudged it with their ugly appearance. So they hunted that in which didn’t belong in their world.
It wasn’t all the time they could hunt though, for once the government stepped in and loaned a helping hand to the ones that were now a rapidly growing minority. Only on the first Wednesday of every month were they allowed to go out and kill off any night creature that was found to be a nuisance, though one thing was still wrong with this law, there was no documentation or proof needed that the creature was disruptive. Granted this seemed like a pretty shitty law but at least it meant Jameson only had to run one day out of the month and not every single moment like it had been a few years ago. Peeking out of the dumpster his sky blue eyes moved from left to right and up and down making sure that the area was clear before he crawled out and brushed himself off. Now he stunk as well as was dirty but at least he was alive for the moment, moving to the opening in the alleyway he peeked around the corner and once again looked in all direction. It was almost time for the sun to be up and that would mark the end of the day for hunting though he knew better, a few still hunted for an hour or so after the sun came up. Though it was against the law those that broke it rarely got punished because they were seen to be doing a civil service in ridding the world of a havoc causing nuisance.
A shot rang out echoing down the alley and the sound of breaking metal followed in its wake, Jameson was momentarily taken off guard and grabbed his upper arm in pain before he bolted. Holding his arm and running as fast as he could Jameson fled to the street and headed toward the inner city where he knew all bets were off of survival but unfortunately those were better odds than what were stacked against him now. The outer city though peaceful was where the Quarantine hunted the most as they knew those that were peaceful creatures would hide out to seek sanctuary from the day to day life of running in the inner city where most laws didn’t apply. The inner city was weird in this world, it wasn’t like old books showed or stories he had heard told from the older generation. Inner city used to be filled with ghettos, crime rings and just all around no one wanted to be there however these inner cities were different but yet they still held some of the same values. Here the buildings were not as run down, they were upscale and rich often visited them, with their pets and guards. Drugs were still passed around freely as if it was a desert tray, sex and prostitution were like fashion runways but everything was glamourous. Everything shone with bright lights, glitter, and gold and silver as if it were derived straight from the story of gods in an ancient time, everything was beautiful but deadly. Pulling out a gun and killing someone was normal, so normal that the police didn’t respond unless it was on the verge of a massacre.
Panting hard as he came to a stop just inside of a small shop two steps over the city limits Jameson slumped in the corner of the store still holding his arm. It was clean and bright within the cool air, there were very few people but heard them in the other isles, one seemed to be just on the other side of the display for sex slaves. Flinching and closing his eyes tightly he heard the heavy footsteps come to a running stop in front of the store and he prayed they would start again and keep running down the street, but they didn’t. The sound of the chime on the door set Jameson in a panicked motion again as he darted down the aisle, the sound of the shots rang out again and he moved faster, he was running for his life. When he finally reached the back door he launched out into the back alley which was paved nicely and well lit. Stumbling and rolling into a trash can he pushed himself up with his good arm and took off again, several more shots were heard but they were distantly behind him. It wasn’t clear what had transpired behind him in the store but more than likely there had been returned fire on the man as most of the shop owners didn’t take kindly to open fire in their stores without permission, one reason he had ducked into that particular store. There were signs that lit up on tops of the stores that didn’t want gun fire inside, it would be a gun with a red X over it, pretty clear even if someone wasn’t A.I. smart. Once more he slowed down and ducked into an alley to sit down against the wall, the pain in his arm getting worse.
Looking down at his left arm Jameson frowned, the wires and several sheets of metal protruded out from the bleeding skin beneath the now frayed material of his jacket. Jameson was exactly the type of creature the Quarantine wanted gone, he was a cross between a demon and a cyborg, an experiment by humans, a man made atrocity. If it hadn’t been bad enough that Jameson had been born a demon, killing his own mother unintentionally during birth, then the scientist raised him and experimented with his demonic fluids and appendages. Hell would have been a much more pleasant environment to grow up in rather than where he did, always being poked by needles, cut by scalpels and so many different types of radiation and environment changes. All of it was for science they said but luckily there were still humans that viewed even demons as living breathing things that deserved a chance at life. Like in some cliché book about a crazy animal activist a group broke into the facility that he had been kept in and released them all. Though it was a very heartwarming thing it was also a very sad and horrific thing as some of the demons hadn’t been as civilized and understanding as Jameson and the activist were only repaid with gruesome deaths.
Sitting on the cool ground and not moving Jameson rested until the sun had been up for more than three hours, startling a few times as people entered and exited the alley he was in, all giving him suspicious looks but moving on as if none of their business. When he finally decided to move he headed back toward the outer city, it was far too dangerous for his kind here and he knew that, he could technically still be hunted here since he wasn’t accompanied. The inner city crowd seemed to be accepting sometimes of creatures if they were befriended by an occupant of the inner city, but not always.
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Father
Son
Name: Argus Mantelli Name: Brian Mantelli (son)
Age: 44 Age: 17 (son)
Hair: Black Hair: Black (son)
Eyes: Grey Eyes: Deep Grey (son)
Physique: Toned Physique: Very fit (son)
Occupation: Contractor/Construction - CEO Occupation: School (son)
Sexual Orientation: Undecided (Dub-Con gay) Sexual Orientation: Gay (son)
"So you're going half way across the United States to talk to some brat kid that wants to borrow about fifty thousand dollars and you haven't even met him before?" Tyler wasn't believing this, there had to be more to the story than what Argus was telling him and it had to be juicy, the older male wouldn't just up and leave his comfy home to travel somewhere to loan a complete stranger more money than the person's life is even worth. Leaning against the frame of the bathroom he watched his friend and old college room mate trim his beard and mustache, Argus always kept it trimmed fairly short.
With a heavy sigh Argus rolled his grey eyes up and shook his head but continued in his mission to trim the hairs that had become unruly, "I told you once, he isn't a complete stranger." The snort coming from the tall Hawaiian native was rather rude, "Okay so personally I don't know the kid but he is a very close friend's son and I'm not about to just brush him off, I'll at least met him just like a normal client and see what he has to say, when I see if the project is worth the money I'll decide." Knocking the razor gently on the side of the sink he knocked most of the hair from the plastic guard that guided and measured the length between the blades and skin, it was a very small distance as Argus liked his beard and mustache short. "If I figure the project not to be worth my time or money I'll just turn him down but politely and send him on his way, I've got to at least do that for Jeremy's sake, his kid deserves it and not to mention I'm like twenty years late in meeting the youngster." Argus had never gotten to meet Jeremy's son due to life, a career took Argus from the quiet shore of Ocean City, Delaware all the way over to Santa Monica, California where he had gotten a full ride scholarship for Architecture though he would much rather be the one out getting his hands dirty than the one scribbling on a piece of paper and making big corporate decisions, no he liked to be out getting hot and sweaty more than being a paper pusher. "Besides, I have the chance to see Jeremy again if he isn't too busy doing his modeling stuff." Jeremy was still just as handsome as he had been back in high school, Argus had always been envious of his looks and how many girls he got but at least Argus was able to hold onto his youthful look and maybe Jeremy had too but the last picture he saw of him showed he was aging.
Rolling his eyes Tyler adjusted so his back was against the frame now instead of his shoulder, "You'd think you were in love with him by the way you talk." A soft smile played at his lips, Tyler knew there weren't romantic feelings between Argus or anyone for that matter, after he had split up from his wife things went very dull for the other and Tyler felt bad for his friend but at the same time he also was glad he didn't care about anyone, it was less stress for Argus. "That reminds me, are you going to take Brian with you?" Frowning he hoped that Argus was going to take the kid with him, Brian was in that rebellious stage where if he could cause a problem or chaos then he would do it, besides that the kid creeped Tyler out.
Argus let out a booming laugh and leaned on the sink with both palms flat, he heard the distress in Tyler's voice and couldn't help the amusement, "Yes, I'm taking my son with me, he is still on restrictions but I was able to convince the court to let me take him with me for awhile. If you want to come visit while I am there then by all means just send me a text or call and I'll send you a ticket, Ocean City is pretty nice and it has amazing ocean views as well as some nice swimming." Brian. It was the only thing that Argus and his ex-wife now shared and ever talked about other wise they never saw or spoke to one another anymore and truthfully it didn't bother Argus as much as he thought it would, he had loved her dearly but now that she was out of his life things straightened out. As he finished up and cleaned the sink and razor he kept glancing over at Tyler who was just watching him quietly, "You're not done talking, I can tell. Spit it out already." Tyler was very good at hiding his feelings and thoughts from a lot of people but he and Argus had spent many years together in college and after the divorce took place, he had always hated leaving Brian in the house alone so he asked Tyler to move in who at that time was homeless for the most part and living the life of a nomad going from couch to couch.
"You don't intend to stay there do you? I mean your coming back to Cali right?" It wasn't really for his own interests but Tyler had been living the good life off of Argus and though he had started his own career in a law firm he still had no intentions of taking on his own responsibilities of owning a house or taxes or anything else like that, he wanted to remain under Argus' wing for a while longer. So it was a bit shallow of him but he also cared to see his friend again, he didn't want the man he had gotten really close to, to just up and leave after so long, there were no romantic relations between the two but Argus was always a pillar to Tyler and he wasn't about to lose that just because some kid asked him to come back to his home town.
"Stop being an insecure woman." Reaching up he patted Tyler on the cheek playfully like he used to do to his wife, "I'll come home sweetheart don't you worry. I'm serious though Tyler I'm only going for a visit, see the home town a bit and meet up with some old friends and then Jeremy and his kid, that's it. It isn't like I had planned on just dropping everything here and going."
"Thank god, I'm not moving to some boring ass town you hicks grew up in." Brian had come up the stairs to hear the conversation about moving and was more than thankful they weren't moving, he had too many friends and too many wild Cali nights still left in his blood stream to just move to some unknown shore town. "I still don't want to go, why can't you just leave me with mom?" Yeah it was a bit of a whiny voice but Brian was beat down in life at the moment, a few acts of vandalism under his belt and the damn court threw the book at him hard, he had to have constant supervision and then he was still under restrictions even after his birthday, it was pure bullshit to him, Brian didn't want to have to hold mommy or daddy's hand for the rest of his life. However he knew it was a stupid question, his father would never let him stay with his mom as she was never home anymore and always flying out of the country or even out of state for her job, the life of being a celebrities manager had it's draw backs when it came to parenthood.
Glaring over at his son he frowned and then sighed and pushed past both the males blocking the doorway, "You're going with me and that's the end of it Brian, just live with it and look at it as a vacation and besides there are parties and things there too to do, it isn't like it is full of a town of old people or anything. There are still thriving businesses and young people there as well, maybe you'll even make a few new friends you can hang out with while we are there, under conditions set by me though." Argus threw a warning glance over his shoulder at Brian, it had been under his mother's care that Brian had gotten into all the trouble he had, the kid just needed more supervision and Argus had given that to him so he had been excellent for him so far. Entering his room he looked around, putting his hands up behind his head and lacing his fingers together he stared out the window at the ocean view, he was going to go back to his home town after how many years? He hadn't even attended class reunions due to work in the beginning but after while he just didn't even know when they were and the couple he had looked into had already passed by the time he found any information. It didn't matter, he was going to go now and see the old city and relax a bit.