I constantly thank God for Esteban [BRENT]

[Nathaniel Wilson]

Nathaniel was sitting in the relatively empty Zonko's Joke Shop, drumming his fingers on the tabletop to provide a tiny little bit of entertainment. It wasn't working.

Why, oh why was Zonko's so terribly empty? Usually it was packed full of kids all clamoring for the latest pranks, but now it was just... empty. Quiet. Basically stagnant, and if anyone was here, they'd never imagine that it was a joke shop that they were in. Nat rather missed the children being here, because at least that way he'd have some way to entertain himself. If an elder sibling came in, it would be even better, because that held the promise of quite a bit of fun. In fact, as long as they were of age, Nathaniel had nothing against being with anyone. Anyone!

Very unfortunately, though, the joke shop was dreadfully empty. Empty and boring and so very, very boring.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] evening anyway and they'd spent the whole day together since it was now the summer holidays.

He breathed a sigh in relief when seeing just how isolated the shop was inside, it looked like this was going to be one easy evening for him. When he spotted who he assumed to be another employee, judging by his uniform, Brent walked over to him before extending his hand towards the other wizard. "Brent McKinney. I'll be your boss for this evening... but it's not like there's anything to do here at the moment anyway." he grinned.[/color][/ul]

[Nathaniel Wilson]

Bored, bored, bored, bored, boreddddd. Nat was sure that he was going to die of absolute boredom soon if no one walked into the bloody shop so that he could be entertained. Bored, bored, bored, bored, boreddddd.

And then, there was life. A person. A person! Someone, finally, someone! A little while after his happy 'yay-finally-person-life' celebration, he found the guy extending his hand towards him and introducing himself as... Brent McKinney. Or, well, to be more precise, Brent McKinney, boss-man of the evening. Good-looking boss-man of the evening. And boss-man meant that he wasn't leaving. Good-looking meant that Nat wanted him in his bed.

"Nathaniel Wilson. How's you say we entertain ourselves a little to pass the time, have a little fun? Business is slow, anyway."

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] more than just content.[/color][/ul]

[Nathaniel Wilson]

Nathaniel almost laughed out loud when he saw Brent run his fingers through his hair. Body language signalled that he was either frustrated or preening (although in this case it was probably preening), and he could probably make both work for him. Thank God for the 'learning to understand others' courses that his parents had forced him to take so long ago, what with his geting rejected so often. Apparently, he didn't understand when he was actually dumped, or when it was just a lovers' tiff.

But that wasn't the point. The point was that him being able to understand body language gave him the skills to be able to appeal to whatever person he targeted, although his skills were most often than not forgotten when his dates... didn't laugh at his jokes, or feel flattered by his flirting. And he had absolutely no idea why they wouldn't.

"Nice hair. Y'know, if you're frustrated, I'm pretty sure that I could help out with that." He leaned over the counter. "As for what I had in mind, I was thinkin'..."

He stopped halfway, and grabbed Brent's hand. A ring, a freaking ring! "Shit, you're married?"

Nathaniel let go of the hand. "Bloody hell. Sorry. And here I was, hoping that you would maybe be single. Fuck. All the cute ones have to be already taken, don't they?"

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] -because, he had to admit, he barely looked seventeen- was getting in there. He was quick. It kind of reminded Brent of his younger self. But he wasn't like that. He had Chase and he was determined not to mess up the romantic aspect of his life again. More for Chase than himself. Especially since they were going to be starting a family... the thought alone made the professor for queasy.

"Engaged, actually." Brent smirked, pulling his hand away and chuckling lightly. Usually he would've probably shouted at anyone he tried anything like that with him but, luckily for this kid, the excitement of the holidays and his upcoming wedding had put him in a good mood.[/color][/ul]

[Nathaniel Wilson]

"Oooh, engaged. Lemme see your ring?" Without waiting for an answer, Nathaniel grabbed Brent's hand once more and looked closely at the ring. "It's pretty. Are you gonna invite me to your wedding? Is your bride hot? Your ring's pretty. When I get married, I'm going to get one like it. Or not. I guess my partner'll be the one who decides what rings will look like. Is being engaged fun?"

And then Nat stopped halfway, realising that he was probably bombarding Brent with far too much useless information and far too many questions for him to be able to answer them properly, anyway. He let go of Brent's hand. "Will there be cake at the wedding? I like cake. Shit, sorry, I'm just... so boredddddddd."

Nathaniel turned around, shoved some money into the cashier, and took a prank off the shelves. He passed it to Brent. "Here, your present. Do you like it? I bet you do. I don't even know what it does. It's a mystery. And even though we can't have sex anymore, you can still entertain me, right? Talking about fun stuff? Hey, do you wanna order some pizza?"

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i]?" Brent laughed even harder. Actually, he was kind of considering giving this guy an invite, he was kind of adorable in a slightly irritating way. But Brent liked that. And.. wow, bride. "Ah, no bride this time. Already made that mistake once. I think you mean groom, kid. And, yes, being engaged is fun I guess. Especially the night you get engaged... but that'll be nothing compared to the wedding night, I'm sure." he went back to smirking. This was going to be one meeting to tell Chase all about... maybe he'd have to leave the part about Nathaniel offering him sex out though. Chase would be far from happy to hear about that, Brent knew it for a fact.

"Um, thanks. This means I have to let you come to the wedding now, doesn't it?" Brent chuckled, taking the prank, whatever it was. Maybe he'd give it to the baby or something. "I guess you can, I'll drop by a proper invite when we've got the date and place finalised though."

This guy just made Brent grin. He was hilarious, though Brent was pretty sure that was unintentional. "Yeah, yeah, pizza sounds good to me... and what makes you think I'd have sex with you even if I were single, eh?" he rolled his eyes.[/color][/ul]

[Nathaniel Wilson]

Ha, so he managed to get himself invited! Now he could have cake and pig out on nice, catered food and cake and drink high-class wine and eat cake and cake and come on, wedding cakes were the best. They were absolutely humongous!

"Groom? Okay, fine, so is your groom hot? I bet he is. Do you have a picture? Engaged people usually have photos of their fiances in their wallets or something, right? I've never been engaged, so I don't know. It sounds kind of creepy. But if you have a picture, you should show it to me. Then we could have a threesome or something. I mean, if you or your groom wouldn't be too adverse to the idea. And not on your wedding night, of course. Ah, I can't wait till my wedding night. Sounds epic. And yay, I'm invited! That's awesome. Can I have extra cake?"

Okay, so Nathaniel had a habit of rambling without letting his words go through his brain-to-mouth filter when he got excited. And who could blame him for being excited? This Brent person seemed like a nice guy, he was getting cake, and he was being entertained on a business-is-freaking-slow night!

"You'd have sex with me if you were single because... I'm hot! I am! Somewhat. I am, right? No, wait, no, don't answer that. Er, okay, so I'll go get the pizza now. What d'ya want?"

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] you can have extra cake... fuck, dude, I don't even know exactly when this wedding's gonna be yet!" he laughed. Seriously, this guy cracked him up.

"Alright, I'm not answering that." Brent sighed, shaking his head a little at Nathaniel. "And I'll have whatever, I don't care. Any pizza's good to me."[/color][/ul]

[Nathaniel Wilson]

"... if I don't want to have a threesome, can I see the photo anyway?" Okay, so Nathaniel was a little odd at the best of times, and he wasn't really in his right mind when he suggested the threesome thing. He liked exclusive relationships, anyway. "I wanna see a photo! Photooooo. You're not marrying him just because he's hot, right? Because that's a bit not good."

Nathaniel tilted his head slightly, and leaned in really close to Brent, analyzing him. Brent didn't really seem like the kind of guy to marry someone just 'cause they were hot, but hey, one never knew. "Why're you laughing? Thinking of the groom? Hey, tell me his name, mmkay? It's not nice if I go to a wedding and only know one of the grooms's names. I mean, yeah, I'll read the invitation... if it's pretty... but yeah. What's his name? What's he like? Is he nice? Good at sex? Wait, was that question inappropriate? Sorry. Brain-to-mouth filter always fizzles and dies during long evenings like this. As you've probably already figured out. Why'd you love him? How does being in love feel like? Does it feel like butterflies and mushiness? Because honestly, that sounds kinda gross. Y'know."

Nathaniel was pretty sure he was bouncing. "I'll firecall for some pizza, then. I hope you're not vegetarian."

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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[Nathaniel Wilson]

Love stories were really cute. They were absolutely adorable, and really fun to listen to. Listening to love stories of others mad Nathaniel have more information to be able to fantasize what his life might be like after he met his future lover thing. It'd be fun!

Brent dug out the picture, and Nathaniel basically snatched it from him and stared at it. "Your fiance's hot. You look dorky in this photo. Where does one find a guy like that?"

Upon noticing that Brent was inching backwards, Nathaniel pulled back behind the counter. "Chase Jackson? Your groom has a cool name. Are you gonna be taking his name after the wedding? Is he gonna be taking yours? Tell me your love story! I won't hunt him down or offer him sex, I promise!"

"Gonna get meat lovers pizza, then. I love that shit." Nathaniel went over to the fireplace, ordered he pizza, got some drinks from the back of the store and re-appeared. "Can we start the story now?"

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i]." Brent beamed as he grabbed the picture back, stuffing it into one of the front pockets of his jeans, not bothering to put it away properly. Brent was just lazy like that, always had been, always will be.

"Hmm. I dunno actually. We haven't really discussed that yet." Brent shrugged his shoulders. His brows furrowed as another thought crossed his mind, "I think I'd prefer to keep my name... since I'm the last McKinney left now. I have a little brother but he's got a different surname. And, before you ask, I'm not gonna even bother explaining why because it's a long story and it isn't very pleasant either."

Brent sighed loudly, leaning his head back a little. "Are you serious? I've only just met you. I don't really need to start telling you about our whole fucking love story, do I?" he asked, raising a brow questioningly.

"Sounds good to me." Brent nodded, absent mindedly tapping his fingers against the desk and humming the tune to one of his band's songs under his breath as he waited for Nathaniel to come back. And he only narrowed his eyes in reply when the other wizard did return.[/color][/ul]

[Nathaniel Wilson]

Nathaniel was rather surprised when he saw Brent just stuff the photo into his front pockets like that. It could ruin the photo, crumple it... Nathaniel himself would never do that to a treasured photo (not that he really had any, other than the photo of his family which he kept safely in his wallet). Ah, maybe he didn't know. "You might crumple the photo if you just stuff it into your pockets like that," Nathaniel pointed out. "Then the photo would be ruined, and that'd suck."

Brent was a possessive guy, Nathaniel could tell. It was pretty obvious. Nat personally hoped that Brent wasn't too offended with his propositioning earlier, but it wasn't like he could do anything about it anymore.

"But I'm boreddddd. And a story to listen to over pizza would be nice! Speaking of which, the pizza should be here in around 10 minutes." Nathaniel passed the mug of butterbeer-- wasn't allowed to drink anything alcoholic on the job-- to Brent. "That's butterbeer. Sorry I couldn't get anything better, not really allowed to drink on the job. Er, please? Love stories are always fun to listen to. I don't have any romance in my life, so I'm forced to sustain myself on stories of other people's love lives... or sappy romance novels. And those aren't really very good."