The Truth Hurts.....literally

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The Truth Hurts.....literally

Post  Luke Warrington on Sat Dec 18, 2010 10:56 pm

Characters: Luke Warrington, Gavin Mitchell, Lorelei Ashford, Ebony Savoy (if she wants).
When: A couple of weeks before the families move into Azoth Manor.
Where: Club Mint
Summary: Whoever said the truth didn't hurt lied! When Gavin Mitchell finds out something shocking from Lorelei Ashford's past heads will role. Especially when Luke Warrington knows just how close Gavin is to Lorelei.


Pulsating lights, throbbing music, and perspiring bodies danced decadently on the crowded dance floor of Club Mint, a posh club in Seattle, Washington. For Luke Warrington, he had seen his fair share of clubs from here in America, Europe, and back home in Australia. It was the same scene but the faces changed. Rarely did the music differ except for a few minor club hits. The cocky and charming Illusionist sat intoxicated behind the elongated marble bar. His fifth screwdriver in hand in less than two hours. The liquid bliss of his intoxication lulling his worries about his encounter with a lovely woman by the name of Ebony Savoy. Those stunning blue eyes were unlike anything he had seen. The sex was amazing...feral actually. She was quite the hellcat but he assumed she had others. A woman like Ebony wasn't into relationships, no, she was into copulating. Not that Luke minded one bit. His thoughts trailing back to the past when he was only in his early twenties. A grin washing over his full lips at the memory of that special summer night when Lorelei Ashford had stayed over the Warrington's house.

A moist tongue quickly lapping at the lingering orange juice on his lips. The memory hadn't been flushed away like all of his other sexual encounters. What Luke had shared with Lorelei was special, even to him. It was truly magical and definitely an unforgettable encounter. Leaning back along the black bar stool his glazed, brown eyes drifting back to that eventful night. Whoever thought Luke & Lorelei would become lovers? Definitely not Luke but most would probably label it a summer fling. But what was more special was Luke Warrington was Lorelei's first lover. Something he could tell with the inexperienced girl but he made sure to make it special for her. The playboy even went so far as to get roses, candles, and a bubble bath. Normally, it wasn't his style but Lorelei was the type of girl to bring home to your mother.

Quietly crunching on the crushed ice he felt nostalgic for his past. Nothing that special ever happened to him. And even though Lorelei & Luke remained friends he always carried a soft spot for her. Both respected their friendship too much to ever rekindle the spark they once had. But still Luke always looked out for the auburn beauty. He didn't smother her unlike her childhood friend and Luke's nemesis, Gavin Mitchell. Just the thought of that guy irritated Luke behind belief. But like any real arcane illusionist he often manipulated his life into nothing but an illusion. A string of forced smiles, cool-confident gestures, and everything out in between.

"Another one?" Inquired the male bartender, who was offered a curt nod in response. This was Luke's life - clubs, fast women, and alcohol. It's what he did when he wasn't home babysitting. His mother didn't take his sister's disappearance well and they never spoke of it. But the memory was still fresh in Luke's mind. Things were not all they were cracked up to be. The club lighting flickering across the white button-down cotton shirt he wore over a form-fitting matching wifebeater. A pair of dark denim jeans clung to his muscular hips as black, polished boots finished it off. He was laid-back tonight. Dark eyes scanned the dance floor for a pretty, young thing he'd take back at his hotel. He was only visiting. He had heard rave reviews about this club.

His screwdriver pushed across the bar his way. "Thanks." Husky voice spoke as he reached for the clear glass before it was raised and chugged down. Slamming the glass down with its contents emptied Luke was drunk. All he needed was some fine little piece of ass to take back to his hotel and it would be a good night.

A sudden bump into someone heavy caused the Illusionist to bark. "Watch it, dick!" His head turning to see caramel hair and sage-green eyes. "Oh, bloody hell!" Standing there was none other than Gavin Mitchell. So much for his wonderful night after all.
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Post  Gavin Mitchell on Sat Dec 18, 2010 11:30 pm

What the hell was he doing here? Gavin Mitchell really didn’t know. Long Island, New York was his home. But for some reason he just needed to clear his head from it. Things were complicated and just downright chaotic. His parents disappeared and even though he and his siblings searched they just couldn’t find them. Even filing a missing person’s report with the police was useless. Typically, Gavin was the backbone of the family. Everyone in his family did. But now he really was the backbone. The thought caused him to feel suffocated. Even his best friend, Lorelei Ashford, had to cope with her parents yanked away. It was all too much for Gavin. He just needed a change of pace, a change of scenery, and a different state. Seattle was on the opposite side of the country so it was the perfect escape.

A plaid black and red shirt clung to his muscular physique as he entered the club in black jeans and black sketchers. Not exactly club attire but he just needed a drink to take the edge off. He had only just checked into his hotel half an hour ago, and was on a plane for three hours. A drink would do him some good. Walking through the crowded club sage-green eyes grimaced at the bright club lighting. He used to always be a frequent visitor of clubs in his early twenties. But things changed as he got older. More responsibly came and more demands from his family and friends.

Finding an empty stool at the end of the bar, Gavin waved the bartender over. “Corona.” The bartender nodded as he fetched Gavin’s beer, who slide cash across the bar. Picking up the bottle by the neck only to chug down the golden remnants half way. It wasn’t as potent as vodka but it would do. He just wanted a nice buzz not be too drunk. He had been taught to always be in control of his surroundings. You had to be with creatures like the shadowkind out there. Gavin had suspected his family and Lorelei’s family were taken by them. It wouldn’t have been an easy fight to capture the Mitchell’s or the Ashford’s. Thick, blistered fingers slowly peeled the label along his beer. The pounding music already fueling his migraine. Maybe he should have bought a twelve-pack from the gas station and wallowed away in his hotel room. There were other families in Seattle but he didn’t feel like socializing.

Peering up Gavin glanced around for the men’s room. Spotting it on the other side of the room. Grabbing his beer he stepped down off his stool and headed in the direction of the bathroom. A couple blocking his passage, causing the conjurer to side-step them. His neck turning to look at them before he collided with someone else. A growl given his way and then an insult given. Gavin turned around to see almond eyes and short-spiked hair. Luke’s thick Australian accent like nails on a chalk board for Gavin. “You gotta be kidding me!” A sigh soon following as he shook his head in displeasure. “Look, Peaches, I’m not thrilled to see you either.” A laugh echoed from the Illusionist causing Gavin to glare at him. “You think this is funny.” The conjurer setting his beer down at a square table next to them.

Ever since he met this guy all Gavin wanted to do was punch him. But for some reason he always managed restraint. Gavin’s cheeks flushing as the adrenaline pumped through him. What was it about Luke Warrington that he just couldn’t stand? Was it his arrogance? The way he looked at Lorelei? Or just that Aussie charm? “Lorelei isn’t here to protect you!” It wasn’t uncommon for Lorelei to mediate potential brawls between Gavin & Luke. Luke’s laughter lingered in the air as the stench of orange juice hit his nostrils. Even Gavin could see the Illusionist was drunk. Both of Gavin’s fists closed as he clenched his jaw. ‘What’s so funny, asshole?!” A snarl escaping pearly white teeth as Gavin challenged the Illusionist.
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Post  Luke Warrington on Sat Dec 18, 2010 11:57 pm

Luke grinned wider seeing Gavin’s angered state. “You’re what I’m laughing at.” He mumbled slightly incoherently. Gavin’s brow cocking curiously, waiting for an explanation. “You’re so easy to rile, Gavin!” Luke’s laughter echoing harder as his hand fell to his abdomen to rub the sore muscles. “Lorelei thinks you’re too sensitive.” The name of Gavin’s best friend had seemed to capture his attention. “Yeah, that’s right! That sexy little minx talks about you frequently and it’s NOT good!” Shaking his head in amusement, Luke pointed at the conjurer accusingly. “She can’t stand you. In fact, she gets along better with your baby bro.” Luke’s words rising over the pounding beat of the club music played. “See, you can try to wedge your way in between us but the truth is you can’t.” Luke didn’t seem to care what he was going to confess or how damaging his words might be. “I bet Lorelei never told you this but she used to visit my family in the summer time.” Unknown to Luke, Gavin had already known this. It was one of the reason’s Gavin & Lorelei fought so much when they were younger.

People danced between the two athletic arcanists. Luke’s glassy, dilated eyes locked onto Gavin’s. “I’ll always share a special spot for Lorelei’s visits.” Luke placed his hand over his heart. “Girl’s always gonna have a soft spot here buddy boy and you can’t change it. You wanna know why?” He paused for good measure until he baited Gavin. “I was Lorelei’s first! She and I were lovers, Gavin. Even now today we still share something you’ll never have.” A playboy smile crossing Luke’s lips as he smeared that little fact in. “Let me tell you, that girl may have been inexperienced but damn did she have a mouth like a Hoover vacuum.” Another chuckle followed but Luke’s eyes went wide as he saw a fist coming towards him. At the last second the Illusionist ducked. Gavin’s fist sailing through empty air.

“Come on, don’t be a sore loser, Gavin.” Luke walked around a dancing couple as his smile only broadening. “Lorelei just isn’t into you the way you are for her. You just need to let it go. The whole teasing her bit is way over the top. Girls her age want more than that. You should just step up and tell her if you ask me but you don’t have the balls. A Sheila like Lorelei wants a bloke who is there through thick and thin. Not some irritating loser whose way overprotective and smothers her.” Luke could see the fire spiraling out of control in Gavin’s eyes. If he wasn’t careful he could be laid out flat on the floor. Luckily, the club was packed and full of people to hide behind. “I’m just saying you need to move on. If Lorelei was really into you, she’d show you. Take it from a guy who-” Smash! The strong odor of beer could be smelled before a throbbing pain shot through Luke’s head as he fell to the floor. A gash sliced across his forehead from the beer bottle smashed over his head.

Shaking his soaked head, Luke peered up as Gavin loomed over him. Gavin resembled that of a charging black bull out for blood. Why was it his secret had angered the conjurer so much? Unless of course….Gavin was jealous. Which everyone knew jealousy was an ugly form of love. Could it be that maybe….just maybe Gavin Mitchell was in love with Lorelei Ashford? A woman who didn’t seem to share the same feelings? This really was a fucked up night!
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Post  Gavin Mitchell on Sun Dec 19, 2010 5:29 pm

Sage-green eyes flickered with rage as they narrowed in anger. Both fists tightly balled in Gavin’s hands as he trembled with adrenaline. His heart beat frantically pounding into his muscular chest. Everything Luke spat was like acid on the soul, eating away inch by inch. While it could be debatable if he was lying or not, Gavin suspected the cocky Illusionist was truthful. Why? Because everyone knew someone intoxicated would blurt out the truth. Sharp, pearly teeth would continue to grind slowly as nostrils flared. This punk was really cruising for a bruising.

A thick brow cocked along his forehead at the mention of Lorelei. Gavin wondered if Lorelei really felt that. Was he overly sensitive, protective, and smothering and just not realize it? A flashback struck Gavin as he stared blankly at Luke. A group of children were locked in a room together - Lorelei, Gavin, and Luke were three of them. “Look, we need to tell her, Gavin!” Yelled Luke whose fist was closed in a threatening manner. Gavin shook his head, “No, it will only scare her, Luke!” Challenged a small Gavin Mitchell who was probably ten. “You can’t protect her forever, she’s gonna wanna know.” Gavin folded his arms over his small chest, “I don’t care, we need to keep her calm.”

Someone bumping into adult Gavin caused him to snap out of his reverie. “Sorry.” Came the reply from a male patron who walked to the bar to get a drink. Blinking his eyes, Gavin caught Luke’s last sentence. ‘I was Lorelei’s first. She and I were lovers, Gavin. Even now today, we still share something you’ll never have.’ A snarl trembled from the back of Gavin’s throat. His blood rushed through his veins, his skin glistened with sweat, and he suddenly wanted to kill Luke Warrington. “NO!” Roared Gavin hotly as he looked around at the horde of people between him and Luke. ‘Let me tell you, that girl may have been inexperienced but damn did she have a mouth like a Hoover vacuum.’ Luke’s chuckling laughter only antagonizing the conjurer who had enough. Gavin wildly threw a jab toward Luke’s head but luckily he ducked, causing Gavin to hit air.

‘Come on Gavin, don’t be a sore loser.’ Gavin’s eyes targeting the cocky illusionist. “What I’m sore about is Lorelei’s awful taste in an asshole like you!” Venom biting through Gavin’s words. Luke continued to carry on baiting Gavin. Snatching his corona from the table Gavin side-stepped the entourage of people in the club. Walking towards Luke until he slammed his beer bottle down onto Luke’s head. The gush of beer saturating the Aussie in beer. A grin washing over Gavin’s pleasured lips as he watched. Blood gushing from the wound in Luke’s head. “Ain’t karma a bitch, Warrington?” This time it was Gavin who was rubbing things in. The illusionist seemed dazed and confused on the floor as Gavin loomed above him like a shadow.

In seconds Gavin was on top of Luke. Thick fingers grabbed his white button-down shirt to yank him up as a brutal punch connected to Luke’s mouth. Gavin’s punches were fast but deadly, striking with deadly precision. “NEVER, talk about Lorelei that way!” The conjurer snapped as he released his pent-up frustration, anger, and sadness on Luke Warrington. In seconds three bulky bouncers tackled into Gavin roughly. The conjurer landing roughly on the floor. “Get off me, asshole!” Grunted Gavin as he had an elbow pressed into the back of his neck to hold him down roughly.

Bouncer: “You’re out of this club!”

Gavin rolled his eyes as he continued to thrash against the bouncers. In his angered state Gavin was willing to fight everyone and anyone, especially with the news he had heard. Out of ALL the people for Lorelei Ashford to have slept with why did she sleep with that dick head? Being yanked to his feet with his arms pinned behind his arm Gavin was escorted out the back door and shoved outside into the pouring rain. The club doors sealed shut on him as all three bouncers returned inside to check on Luke Warrington, who was bleeding from the mouth, nose, and head.

Turning towards two packed trash cans Gavin slammed his foot into them, causing them to topple over loudly. The icy rain soaking him and his clothing. Peering down at his bruised and cut knuckles he rubbed them tenderly. “Asshole deserved it.” He mumbled to himself as he turned to walk down the alleyway.
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