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"Were you?" Gaston asks, looking at Adam with slight bewilderment, unable to clock if he's being sarcastic or not, before leaning back in and attacking the man with his lips again.

He'd obviously never admit it but Adam was one of the better kissers Gaston had had, and he actually enjoyed it. Almost as much as everything else they did together in secret.

Gaston almost laughs at the question, as his lips push against Adam's. "Fuck no." he mumbles. "Bunch of guys I met here last week, fancied a boozer." he shrugs. Groaning a little at the feel of Adam's teeth on his lip.

"I'd like to think I can be..." Gaston shrugged. Once again stuck in his own little world. He was far from romantic. As much as he liked to think he was the biggest charmer in town.

He let himself be pulled in my the clearly stronger man. Never the type to really let anyone take control, unless it was Adam. As they kissed. Gaston reached down to lock the stall. Knowing that if any of his friends came in here and caught them, he'd never hear the end of it.

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"I'd like to think I can be..." Gaston shrugged. Once again stuck in his own little world. He was far from romantic. As much as he liked to think he was the biggest charmer in town.

He let himself be pulled in my the clearly stronger man. Never the type to really let anyone take control, unless it was Adam. As they kissed. Gaston reached down to lock the stall. Knowing that if any of his friends came in here and caught them, he'd never hear the end of it.

Adam rolls his eyes.

"We're not exactly the romantic types, now are we?"

Grabbing a fistful of Gaston's shirt, Adam pulls him in for a kiss, wet and open-mouthed.

He hates how much he likes this stupid dance of theirs. Riling each other up and pissing each other off until the only things to do are beat each other up or... well...

He shoves Gaston against the stall wall, pressing their bodies so close, they can feel each bodily reaction the other has.

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Gaston blushes almost. Feeling Adam's eyes on him, a rather pleasant feeling. As if he knows exactly what the man is thinking with that look, but of course with Adam it's never that easy to read the man. He hovers at the bar, as the other man walks away to the bathroom. Looking over to his rather rowdy table, all far too occupied with themselves to even care what he's doing.

He pushes his glass away and heads for the restroom. Seeing the only stall with the door shut almost, he pushes through, seeing Adam. "Well isn't this romantic." he smirks as he stand there, waiting for Adam to make a move.

Gaston let out a heavy sigh, partnered with an eye roll when Adam tried to insinuate he didn't have any responsibilities. It was probably true that Gaston had a much more care free way of running his company than Adam did, but that was just the type of man he was.

"Shame. I have tomorrow booked off. I've come to realise that going into work with a hangover isn't so easy as you get older. As you certainly know." he said gesturing to Adam.

He finishes off his own drink and stares up at the man. Cock smirking still remaining. "I see, well if you decide to ditch your little posse for some real fun. You know where to find me."

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Gaston let out a heavy sigh, partnered with an eye roll when Adam tried to insinuate he didn't have any responsibilities. It was probably true that Gaston had a much more care free way of running his company than Adam did, but that was just the type of man he was.

"Shame. I have tomorrow booked off. I've come to realise that going into work with a hangover isn't so easy as you get older. As you certainly know." he said gesturing to Adam.

He finishes off his own drink and stares up at the man. Cock smirking still remaining. "I see, well if you decide to ditch your little posse for some real fun. You know where to find me."

Adam actually stares at Gaston in a confused surprise. What the fuck goes on in that head of his? It can't be much considering everything about the man, but still.

He shakes his head.

"Nothing. I have work in the morning so I'm not staying out late. Again, some of us have responsibilities. Can't be partying out all night in the middle of the week."

He finishes his drink and then gives Gaston a pointed look.

"I'm not in the mood to stay out late," he says.

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"I have both of those things. I just don't feel the need to brag about it." Gaston shrugged. He had always felt he carried his wealth very differently to Adam. As if there was much difference between new and old money these days.

"Oh I have no idea who those people are." Gaston smirked, gesturing to the people he had been drinking with all evening. "I met half of those fuckers tonight, but even I know they're more fun than whatever that is." He nodded towards Adam's table.

He rolled his eyes heavily and dramatically at the insinuation of him not earning his money as earnestly as Adam. They had had that debate many times over, and never come to much agreement, so there was really no point tonight.

"Whatever you say, babes." He muttered as he took another swig of his drink "What are you and those party animals doing after this then, if you don't mind me asking?"

The slurping noise grates on Adam's nerves, along with Gaston trying to insinuate he's old. He's only, what, two years older than the brat?

"Some of us actually have responsibilities and self-respect," he says. "Qualities, you're clearly lacking, judging by the company you're keeping."

Adam again glances at Gaston's group with disgust.

"And some of us don't just spend money like it's nothing. Especially not money we didn't earn ourselves."

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"Great. Sooner the better really. I already started printing flyers for the new gun lobby. No rush though, you do you, Vin." Gaston blabbered on, there was a rush for sure. It was just a little too early for Gaston to be applying any real pressure to the guy.

His cocky smirk dropped for a moment when Vinny even teased the idea of it being a dry house. "Then I guess you'll just have to negotiate a real good salary from me so you can afford some, bud." Gaston teased. @vinnyxsantorinix

He looked over at the other and didn't say anything; he knew the other did understand. Vinny knew, too, that he could get a bigger and better house, but he didn't need it. He didn't need to show off or tell everyone what he had.

Vinny wished he got more of an answer from the other, but he knew he could get the job done. He knew people who could build it after he took the older building down. "Yes I can, I'll make a few calls you just need to let me a location" so he could start the work. He had to smirk "What if I told you I had none?" he had some but he knew Gaston would drink him dry. @gstnxgrd

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Gaston pursed his lips a little, mildly embarrassed by the rejection. Even more so by the accusation he had to bribe anybody to spend time with him. He knew he was far too alluring even without his money to need to do that sort of thing. Still, he understood why they had been so blunt. They were on the job, a job the waitress clearly took far too seriously for Gaston's liking, but that really is the only explanation that Gaston can think of.

"Oh I never said he was my bestie. Just another person I clearly have to bribe to hang out with me." Gaston joked. Hoping they would find it funny too, but he could tell by the look in their eyes they did not share Gaston's incredible sense of humour. "But fine, I'll fill out a survey card. It's Tiana, right?" Gaston asked, as if it was something he had remembered from his many, many visits and hadn't just read it off the waitress' name tag.

Tiana folded her arms when Gaston bragged about knowing the older - she should've known better than to think all the business owners in town wouldn't have had a little club where they all gossiped about ways to torture their workers. Tony wasn't a bad boss by any means, but he wasn't terribly present at the job. In fact, Gaston might've known him even better than Tiana did - not that she'd admit that.

When the overly tall man flashed his money in her face, Tiana had to suppress an eye roll, "Sugar, I'm sure you're a real popular guy with a lot of other circles," The waitress took a flat palm and pushed Gaston's hand far, far away from her person, "Why don't you go ask someone you don't have to bribe to hang out with you?"

Another job wouldn't have been such a bad idea right about now - the holiday season did get pretty expensive - but working up on a secluded hill with Gaston sounded like a recipe for disaster. If Tiana didn't know any better, she's might've interpreted a slight innuendo in the man's comment, but of course her customer service smile had to persevere no matter what, "If you want to reward me on my amazing service, you can fill out the survey card that comes with your receipt. Or maybe tell your bestie, Tony, to give me a raise."

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"Well enough about that dick. You're here now. That's all that matters." Gaston muttered, shooting the girl a cheesy grin as he looked her up and down, less than discretely.

Gaston wasn't completely obvious to when someone was fanning his ego, and he could tell Wendy was fanning hard. He decided to ignore it this time though, not wanting to have another misprint on her part. "It is isn't it? you really ought to visit more often." He said, taking a long swig from the glass of champagne in his hand.

"Off the clock, of course."

it was another one of those evenings.

the gerard charity functions weren't one of the worst things for wendy to cover. the event itself was rather tame and heartwarming considering it was always for charity. no, it was just the knowledge that wendy would have to lie through her teeth every time she wrote on one of these events.

sure, she had to exaggerate for most of her articles, but she especially had to when it came to anything relating gerard's and aything gaston was in charge of.

the brunette nearly startled at the sudden appearance of the figure at her side. she'd been jotting down notes as to what was prepared for this month's function when the host himself graced her with his presence.

"henry? oh- yes," she managed a polite smile, "i remember that article. that was a very, very poor judgement on henry's part and a lapse in ours for publishing that article. but i always view these events with an optimistic eye."

she gestured to the event vaguely, "everything is always above and beyond when i visit."

did he just call her wends?

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"I sort of worked that out judging by the lack of red solo cups and there being no beer pong table, but thanks for explaining that to me, big guy." Gaston rolled his eyes as he brough the martini to his lips, and took a long slurp of it. Making sure he was extra loud, just to piss Adam off.

Spoiled. Gaston knew Adam's night had only been improved upon by his presence, at least now the man had something nice to look at. None of the old farts that surrounded them really matched Gaston, not even close. "How generous of you." Gaston teased, putting his drink back down on the bar. "I don't need an occasion, Betey. See I don't know if you can remember that far back, but guys my age tend to just have fun whenever we fuckin' feel like it. Didn't even need to give anybody the night off to do it either." he shrugged, a boast that was mostly down to the fact that Gaston had no 'staff' to give the night off too.

"This is supposed to be a nice place, Gerard. Not a frat house."

Adam glances over Gaston out of the corner of his eye. He really doesn't get what he finds so alluring about the man. His personality cancels it out in all honesty. But even in not even business casual, the guy knows how to look good.

"Just thought a night out was in order. Gave the staff the night off even. Too bad it's getting spoiled by the likes of you."

He turns his head to give him a smug smile and tilt his glass toward the man in a mock toast.

"What's your occasion?" He gestures to Gaston's rowdy group with disdain.

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"Right I get it. Don't shit where you eat, or whatever the saying is." Gaston nodded. His house was a little bit bigger than this, and his neighbours weren't so close, so he had never really had that problem. Still, he tried to come across a little empathetic to the man.

He looked down at the man's ideas. Trying his best to follow along, but only really hearing the key words like 'guns' and any mention of illegal things. As he stared down at the grand designs, he thought about how much it would all really cost, something that rarely came to mind for Gaston. But as his head tilted upwards at Vinny, he knew the man could find a way to do all of it for as little as possible.

"So you're saying you'll do it?" Gaston grinned "Great. This calls for a celebration!" He exclaimed, stepping further into Vinny's apartment. "Where's the booze?"

He chuckled. "Yes, I love things that go boom, but not in the area where I live." To the ones around him, he was a normal man who worked construction. He didn't do anything bad or work with people who could do bad things with his skills. He just didn't need eyes on him when he didn't need it. So having Gaston ring the bell or call before he came would be better than knocking so loud that the neighbor could hear.

He knew the other would not go to anyone else, it would be a lot of work to find someone else who had the skills that Vinny did. He knew how to make each explosion he did perfect, so it wasn't too big or too small. He nodded as he thought of what plans he had seen before. "Alright," he said as he knew he could help with the building, and he knew designers too that would work with Gaston. "Basement... " he said eyeing up at Gaston from the blueprints he had. "I know of one that you can have another place you can pass as lodge or something so you can have some of your guns or whatever out as normal," he turned the blue print, "but it has a Basement bunker you can put more and some of the bigger not as ...legal things" he nodded. @gstnxgrd

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Gaston threw his head back and smirked to himself. Trying not to laugh. "There's a weird sort of irony in a guy deals in loud explosions not liking a firm knock at his door." Gaston remarked. Though he would certainly remember the bell next time. Not wanting to piss off his friend too much. "And our big game clients tripled when we sorted out the fish issue. So, thanks for that."

He clocked the change in the other man's posture and stance when he hinted at finding someone else, and he was right, nobody did it like Vinny did. "A new building. I could work with some underground stuff too. So I may need a deep pit." Gaston shrugged, not even having the blue prints to hand yet, this was all still just on a whim.

He laughed. "You wish," he teased. "More like the time you had me blow up a damn so you can get more fish each summer" he rolled his eyes. "Yes, but you knock like you are knocking the house down, and no one needs that." he didn't have that big of a place to need such a knock.

"Glad for that. I don't want to have to tell you no." he knew that Gaston didn't like that sort of thing. "I've seen your other place so are moving them all or getting a second location?" he asked. He went to pull some papers out of his ideas for it or things like it. "I mean, maybe, but I don't keep my needs in an open building like that," his all were well hidden away. "So, do you want to build a new building? or add-on? do something underground?" he asked, wondering what the other wanted. "But please no one else has what I do " he turned towards the other. @gstnxgrd

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What: Closed starter for @dcrlingblves Who: Gaston & Wendy Where: Gerard Lodge's Monthly Charity Gala

Gaston had spent his entire evening floating from person to person, buttering them up and trying his damn hardest to get them to unzip their wallets and to donate to his noble cause once again. It was at the suggestion of his mother to put on this monthly shin dig, and it gave the man an excuse to put a hefty drinks bill onto the company's expenses, which always made him happy. There was also the more than positive press that came along with it, and any kind of ego boost, even in the form of a dying art such as the printed news gave Gaston an excuse to really show off.

Speaking of news, Gaston spotted his favorite pretty little journalist from across the room, and after necking back his eight whiskey rocks of the night, he felt he was in the right sort of mood to take another stab at the Darling girl. Hoping tonight may just well be his lucky night.

"It's nice to know that boss of yours always knows to send the right girl for the job." He muttered as he moved to stand by Wendy. "I remember he once tried getting that asshole Henry to cover a story here at the lodge, ended up kicking the poor lad out, clearly had far too much free champagne, ended up spouting all sorts of nonsense."

"Sure your little puff will be nothing but good news, huh, Wends?"

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"Someone's been stalking my instagram." Gaston joked, knowing that certainly wasn't the only place Vinny would have seen him without his shirt. He sure did like to show off those gains whenever he could. "I don't do bells. A knock works just as well." Gaston added, honestly not even noticing the bell until Vinny mentioned it.

He shrugged, nodding a little in agreement that knocking down an occupied orphanage would have been a little harsh, even for Gaston. He would have found a way to spin it somehow though, he always did. "Yes. I do. Guns are my bread and butter, like dynamite and C-4 are yours, Vinny." he said, almost turning on his heel towards the door "Unless, you don't want my business, then I guess I'll just find someone else.."

He made a face. "I mean, we think you are," he said, looking at him. "I still think you have as much hair on you as the animals you like to hunt," he teased. "You don't need to knock so loud you shake my house... and you know I do have a bell," he said, eyeing towards it. He didn't need everyone to know who he was having over to.

"Thank god, that would have been a bit much even for you" he joked as he headed towards his office that he had at his place. "But you really need a building for your shot guns?" he asked as he looked up at Gaston. @gstnxgrd

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"I'm plenty human, but if you expect me to knock like some wimp then you are shit out of luck, Vin" Gaston said cockily. Out of the few things his father ever taught him that weren't in regard to hunting, it was the importance of a firm handshake, and a strong knock. Sort of strange things to regard in any kind of way, but they had stuck with Gaston all his life.

He smirked at his friend's reaction to blowing up an orphanage, knowing he had worded his request kind of badly. "Don't worry. It's long since deserted, I just need a place to put my new shotgun storage unit, and the old place looks like it would be the perfect spot."

If it was for something good or bad, Vinny did love to use his hands to make changes. If it was building some nice cheap housing or an office building, he was there. But also to make sure everyone got the help they needed. you need a wall or hill out of the way? Needed to make a tunnel underground to get around something; he was your guy. He knew at times he shouldn't do the bad side of things, but it paid well, and he had a good time with it, so he was still doing it.

Vinny had worked on his normal construction site today and had just gotten home to start some needed paperwork. So his phone wasn't in his office and he didn't expect anyone to come over or call him. Soon he heard banging on his door, very loud and hard, he grabbed one of his weapons and made his way to his front door and looked out the window to see who it was.

He opened the door as he put his weapon in his back pocket. "Shit man can you ever knock like a human?" he asked as the other made his way inside. "orphanage?" he asked that was pushing it a bit.

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What: Closed Starter for @vinnyxsantorinix Who: Gaston & Vinny Where: Vinny's Place

Gaston needed a job and he needed a job done fast, cheap, and well. So of course as with any time he needed something like this done, he headed for the only man int own he knew would do it, no questions asked. Vincenzo Santorini.

He had made use of the man's specialised talents before the last time he had wanted to extend the lodge, and even though his dad had suggested, even demanded almost that he use a proper contacting company, Gaston had a special little soft spot for Vinny. He also didn't like paying an entire crew for a job he could easily get one man to do.

After failing to get a hold of the man via text or call, he decided to pay him a visit at his home. Gaston didn't really make house calls, but he was desperate to get this job done as quickly and as quietly as possible.

He banged on the man's door hard and loud. Not even entirely sure he had the right place, but from the state of the front yar, and the place in general, he had a feeling this was Vinny's home.

And when the door swung open Gaston wasted no time in getting to his point. "How do you feel about blowing up an orphanage for me?"

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Hearing the other man's order Gaston almost rolls his eyes. Of course even in private he has to come across oh so manly and tough. As much as he enjoys a good johnnie walker on the rocks, he knows himself that nobody truly likes to imbibe in such beverages unless they're trying to get a little bit merry. The man's next words only confirming his opinions.

"Ruin the mood?" Gaston huffed, looking back at his party across the room with a grin slapped right across his lips. "The only sour puss here is you, big boy" Gaston taunted, as he ordered himself an espresso martini, knowing he'd definitely be alert for the night ahead.

He turned. As the drink was laid in front of him he took a long swig. Taking a moment to look the other man up and down, clearly he had been hitting that home gym of his rather hard the last couple of weeks since he had last seen Adam.

"What's the occasion, Betey boy" he asked as his eyes flickered between the handsome CEO and his table off in the distance.

Adam tries to fight the impulse to stand and walk over. It's a bad habit, like smoking. He should just give it up. Cold turkey.

Except he immediately stands and walks over to settle at the bar next to the infuriating man.

"Whiskey neat," he tells the bartender and waits for his drink before he talks to Gaston.

"Do you always have to ruin the mood of every place you go to?" He doesn't even look at the man, sipping his drink.

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"You mean Tony? around five foot five, angry little guy" Gaston smirked. If there was one thing he had learnt from his father other than the whole hunting shtick, it was how to network. The second he decided to settle in this shifty little town he made sure, all the local business owners knew his name. "I'm sure he won't mind you taking a sit for a sec." Gaston, gestured to the free booth space inf front of him. Making sure the twenty that was tucked between his index and middle finger was surely visible.

When asked about what his 'boss' let him do Gaston couldn't quite believe the question. Surely she knew who he was, and what he did. Perhaps not though, he was more than happy to remind the waitress. "I don't have a boss. I am, my boss."

He took another mouthful of the basic pork sausage, and found himself once again, gazing up at his server. "As much as I do love the coffee here, I'm of course here for that wonderful service." he paused to swallow "You ever thought about coming to work for me, up at my lodge? minimum wage of course, but I can assure you, the tips would certainly be worth your while." he smiled, shooting them a cheeky wink as he took a long swig of his coffee.

Tiana's customer service smile only faltered for a second, quickly resuming with the remembrance that Gaston would only be here for another hour or so. He'd probably tip with his phone number and fat wad of cash, but money was money. Tiana was in no position to be picky about where she was getting that these days.

"What kind of boss do you think I have?" She almost laughed, in fact, wondering what best-case scenario Gaston made up in his head where his lines like that would magically work. Did they work? What poor, unsuspecting folks around town fell prey to his strong jawline and soulful eyes? Well, Tiana wouldn't be one of them, that's for sure, "Does your boss just let you goof around while on the clock?"

Come to think of it, Tiana didn't actually know what young Mr. Gerard did around town, but it was something with enough power to stroke his ego and make him think he could talk to the service people like this, "You can take your coffee in the small cup as always, thank you very much."