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bday + catch-all for january!

JAN 08/OPEN

Arthur isn't the kind of person who makes a point of celebrating their own birthday. At 31 it's difficult to get too excited unless you're looking for an excuse to party, which Arthur most definitely is not. He treats himself to one of those expensive breakfast sandwiches and a gourmet coffee before he goes about business as usual for the rest of the day, though he has to hit pause on his work at Hillingdon a few times throughout the day as he accepts the routine phone calls from close friends and family congratulating him on making it another year, despite the fact that most of them don't even know what a high-risk life he leads.

In the evening he treats himself a little more, stopping into a few bars on the way home to buy himself a drink and check in with some friends and contacts alike, though he avoids any business-related discussion as he gets progressively intoxicated.

JANUARY/OPEN

The rest of the month finds Arthur doing a fair amount of recon on the state of Islington. He spends a fair amount of time in bars populated primarily by vampires, or by the kind of people who know what's happening in the Nest. He'd like to know how the election is going to go before it happens, but mostly he wants to know how each of the candidates could change the landscape in London. He's much more open to doing small jobs in exchange for information but he plays his cards close to the chest as always. If it's relevant he'll share with his fellow Hillingdon clanmates but for the time being he sees no need for action on their part.

Otherwise it's business as usual. His day job is slow this time of year, but it'll pick up soon, so he's using this time to stay on top of the goings-on in the Underground.

[This post also serves as an open post for Arthur for the month of January! If you have anything you want to do with him just hit me up and I can write up a starter! Otherwise you can use anything above to get something going!]

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Arthur takes out a couple glasses and fills them both a couple fingers deep, handing one to Eames and then raising his own in a toast.

"To not needing hair dye."

Eames snorts, bowing his head with a silent laugh and takes the glass, toasting with his eyebrows raised in mild amusement.

"To not needing hair dye."

Arthur takes a long sip, savouring the scotch and then sighing. "It's nice," he says, "thank you."

He knows why Eames is here, knows he wasn't as subtle as he usually likes to be, but that doesn't mean they can't hang out for a minute or two before they get to that. He leans against the counter and takes another sip. "Have you been busy?"

"Business is always booming at this time of year," Eames says with a smirk and a long sip of his drink. Christmas is a great time for thieves. As is new year. Capitalism has been very good to him, he has to say.

"How about you?"

"Slow," he says, like it's a pleasant thought. "Tax season's right around the corner and that's how I pay most of my rent. It's nice not to have to do too much around the holidays."

Wow. That might be one of the most boring things Arthur's ever said to him. Eames blinks like he's forgotten what Arthur's actual job is and shakes his head, "right. I forgot you have a normal, boring job."

"I need one. I've only been alive 31 years I haven't had time to build a centuries-old fortune," he says with a wry smile. "Hunting's been slow too, guess everyone's too busy with Christmas to do much killing or hiring of bounty hunters."

"Maybe you should consider a life of crime." It's a joke, and he says it without an ounce of seriousness to his tone, but it works pretty well for Eames. And half the people he knows.

"I already break several laws a month; owning that gun in the living room is probably the least of it," he says with a gesture in the general direction of the aforementioned gun.

Eames laughs over the rim of his glass, casting a glance in the gestured direction because, well. Arthur gestured in that direction.

"Mm, not the same as being a career criminal though."

Arthur tilts his head at Eames, swirling the scotch in his glass. "I think I have enough adrenaline in my life," he says, almost in a long-suffering way. He doesn't get off on the danger quite the same way that Eames does, though he likes being close to it.

"Alright old timer," Eames shakes his head, more in response to that exhaustion in Arthur's tone than anything. He can almost imagine him in an armchair with a pipe and a newspaper, the way he says it, "you know where to find me if you suddenly change your mind."

He raises his eyebrows as he takes another sip. "Are you offering me work?" It would be a terrible idea for him to enter a proper business relationship with Eames but it's a fun thought.

"Only hypothetically." There's a touch of wryness to his tone and a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, gesturing vaguely with a hand as he shrugs a shoulder.

"You'd probably be decent at it."

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"Mm," Arthur hums, like he's getting distracted as his eyes wander away from Eames' face and to the rest of him. It's a good rest of him. He's bored talking about work, okay.

Anyway he steps across the kitchen and right into Eames' personal space, reaching out to idly play with the front of Eames' shirt while he polishes off his scotch.

"I'll think about it."

Eames hums lightly, hand coming to rest on Arthur's hip as he considers this new position of his. Definitely an improvement on the last one, Eames is a fan he decides, gaze falling to Arthur's hand on his shirt.

"No you won't," he responds flippantly, he doesn't think he will anyway, but honestly Eames doesn't care. Especially not when there are more important things for him to pay attention to right now. His gaze drifts back up to Arthur's face, "or, at least... You won't be able to tonight," he says, entirely casual as he takes a final sip of his drink, watching Arthur's face.

Arthur suppresses a laugh, too drunk to take that one in stride. It's a mixture of bashfulness and genuine amusement, and it takes him a moment to gather himself and conjure up a response. When he does he sounds wry and he raises his eyebrows.

"I was hoping there was another birthday present," he says, grinning.

Eames snorts, hand trailing around to Arthur's lower back as he tilts his head, as if in contemplation about that.

"Well, seeing as it's your birthday," he starts, other hand slipping into Arthur's wasitband to tug him closer, "I thought I'd ask how you want it first."

Arthur lets himself be tugged closer, putting his glass down on the counter behind Eames so he can put both hands on Eames' arms and appreciate how big they are.

"I thought you already knew how I liked it."

"Maybe you want something different today," he smiles at Arthur's hands on his arms, thumb rubbing idle circles over Arthur's hip as he talks. "I have a great many skills you could take advantage of."

He punctuates that with a wink. Because of course he does.

He tilts his head like he's really considering this, leaning in like he's trying to close the gap between their bodies a little bit. He hates himself for wanting this so much; surely there are other people he could sleep with on his birthday, but Eames brings a touch of excitement that he craves especially when he's had something to drink.

"You know, presents are supposed to be surprises most of the time."

Eames huffs a small laugh, leaning toward Arthur so he can brush his nose up the side of his neck.

"So the scotch wasn't enough of a surprise for you?"

Arthur hums happily, already tired of all the talk. He wraps an arm loosely around Eames' neck and leans in so he's flush against Eames' chest.

"I didn't say that."

"Well then." He lifts his head a little to speak directly into Arthur's ear, voice low and hushed, "tell me what you want, and I'll see about doing that for you."

Arthur makes a sound in his throat like he's frustrated with all this back and forth and just wants to get their clothes off already, but Eames clearly wants to hear him say something for some reason or another, so he manages to put some words together for both their sakes.

"I want you to fuck me," he murmurs into Eames' ear. "Hard, but slow... I want to remember every minute of it."

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