backdated so hard/for eames

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It doesn't take Arthur terribly long to get bored of the vampire party. He doesn't manage to establish more connections than he already has within Islington, and those being as weak as they are don't turn up much on Raymond Harris. Nothing he can use or should be brought back to Hillingdon immediately, in any case.

So he texts Eames asking if he's still around, hoping to at least end this night on a positive note. There's a few texts back and forth until Arthur is outside, spotting Eames through the open back window of an Uber waiting to leave. He slips into the car on the other side, noticing nothing wrong at first, and asks, "back to mine?"

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Arthur nod, knowing that that means Eames is going to keep his mouth shut and deal with it himself. Arthur can't pretend he might not do the same. That's enough of that conversation anyway, and Arthur falls silent for a moment as he continues eating, falling back into the black hole of his own thoughts. After a little while he huffs a dry laugh.

"You were pretty out of it last night," he says, "I don't know how you were planning on having sex with the state you were in."

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With the quiet, Eames goes back to his food, satisfied they're done with the Raymond Harris topic for now. When Arthur speaks up, he laughs, genuinely amused instead of being embarrassed like perhaps he should be after the way he was the night before. He remembers enough of his poor attempts to come on to Arthur that he's almost amazed Arthur didn't just throw him out on his ass.

"For you, Arthur? I could probably have managed it." He's flirtatious for a whole moment before he continues, "of course it wouldn't have been good, but I'm told you can't have everything."

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Arthur smiles and shakes his head. He's glad to move on to something less heavy even if it means he has to let go of the hope that more of his questions will be answered right now.

"I don't know, terrible-to-mediocre sex and blood all over my sheets? Sounds like a good night to me."

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Eames laughs again, thankful for the lighter topic, and raises an eyebrow as he chews a mouthful of food. He knows Arthur still has questions, but hopefully they can just move on without ever having to deal with that.

"How do you feel about mediocre-to-good and hopefully no blood?"

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Arthur raises his eyebrows thoughtfully and sits back in his chair. He's pretty much done with his meal now and he still thinks this might be a bad idea, but it also might be an incredibly good idea and he can't pass that up. He takes a deep breath as he contemplates it and finally says, "I think we need to put your optimism to the test."

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There's a generally positive noise from Eames as he takes a last bite of his food and stands, bringing his plate over to the sink before he turns to walk toward Arthur's bedroom, undoing his belt as he goes.

"Well I'm already half naked, so you'd better catch up."

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Arthur lets out a soft laugh, running a hand through his hair as he stands up to follow, and that's probably where we'll fade it to black.