MEME | From Riley and Luke's cousin, apparently

[mrpublicity]

A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blog and replace any question that they dislike with a new, original question.

B) Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you.


What are your nicknames?
Aiden, Aidey (Do Not Bother), Mr Publicity

How do you style your hair?
Shampoo, condition, hairdryer, product - I'm gay, sue me

What's the last book you read?
Brass Verdict by Michael Connelly

What colour shirt are you wearing now?
White button up


If you could only have 5 songs to listen to for the rest of your life, which 5 would they be?
Respect - Aretha Franklin
I Will Survive - Gloria Gaynor
Bad to the Bone by George Thorogood
I Touch Myself - The Divinyls
Righteous Brothers - Unchained Melody

Is your ear itchy?
No, but my armpit is

Do you nap a lot?
Rarely, only when I'm half dead

Who was the last person you hugged?
Pat [sexyinscrubs]

What's your current fandom/obsession/addiction?
What's a fandom?

What was the last thing you ate today?
... I can't answer this innocently

How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?
About an hour, if you include coffee and all that jazz

What websites do you visit daily?
CNN, Google, LiveJournal... I can't remember off the top of my head

What's your favourite colour?
Red

What are you listening to, right now?
My cell phone ringing

What's the last song that got stuck in your head?
It's a long way to the top by AC/DC

What phone model do you own?
It's a PDA

What is your favourite weather?
Fall

How are you?
Not bad

Is that it?
Is this a trick question?

I tag? Pat and Tara

Comments

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

How did the Karaoke competition go, love?

And should I be hurt you didn't choose to tag me, or is it a sign that you really do love me?

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

Hey you. It was fantastic once we got going. Lachlan and Tab won. We didn't know if Lachlan would go through with it for a moment there.

I figured you would be busy with your Mr Escort after your big party last night.

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

Congratulations, that's wonderful. Was he alright?

I cut him loose early.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

No, he was as far from alright as he could be without passing out cold on me. But then he just... got up there and did it. Fucking Braveheart, indeed. My car interior suffered on the way home, though. Damnit.

Oh? Sounds ominous. I can't buy that it was because his services were waning.

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

Shit, love. I'm so sorry. For him and for your car interior. I know how you like to keep things clean.

His services are still incredibly good. It was more that I might have been engaged in some eye fucking with someone and wanted to see where it would go.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

It was like an epic spew. I love my car... I am sulking, mind. Just not around Lachlan or Tara. I'd want to hurl if I was him, too. Still, they fucking rocked. Well worth the car valeting cost.

I want details.

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

You poor thing. Should I arrange some chocolate and ice cream so you can mourn? Did anyone take footage?

He was certainly the most good looking man there besides Flynn. There was just something about him. Until he spoke. Then I just wound up slapping him. The man is insufferable! But his cock is to die for. He's very good at making me hurt. I have bruises from the elevator ride.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

Of the spew or the comp? There is loads of the latter. I'll send you the site with all the proofs on it. Luke's bar got a huge amount of publicity with Tab and Lachlan attached to it.

You slapped him and still fucked him? Fucking shit. MORE DETAILS! What did he say? What did he look like? Nice arse? What was he drinking? Who is he?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

The comp, Aiden. I don't need to look at images of vomit. His bar is certainly worth the attention.

Yes. He is Marcus Fraser of Promantech. Personally, the company almost sounds like some sort of male appendage enhancer. He does not need one. He has a very lovely arse, he was drinking from his own flask, and he has brown hair with a bit of red in it. Brown eyes. Same height as me. Full lips. British. And he made comments about my date being an escort, and the party being a flop. Which it was, it was more that his final comment after I owned up to hitting on him and wanting him to fuck me, that made me slap him. He asked how much I would charge him for it.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

Neither did I, trust me. Especially not all over my beige leather interior in the middle of a rush hour traffic jam with nowhere to pull over.

I know that name. I definitely know that company. It's connected to some sort of medical and drug technology. That guy likely does not need appendage enhancers to have chicks wanting to hang off it. He's a fucking rich bastard. How did he know your date was an escort? And what the fuck? What was he playing at. Wait, you fucked him even after that? Did he say that to rile you up?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

Again, I offer chocolate and ice cream. Maybe some booze?

Ah, well, that makes sense. It certainly does sound more medical and drug related than anything else. Because Flynn left early and apparently I look like I must hire dates? Fucked if I know. The prick was full of himself. Yeah, I fucked him even after he said that. But I slapped him and stormed off and it wasn't until he entered the elevator later that I fucked him. We didn't say anything at that stage. It was just rough and hard and so very fucking good. I still feel like slapping him again. And shagging him again.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

Pat told me I'll get wrinkles if I sulk.

This is serious. I may need to come over with chocolate and booze for you. You're hooked. Arrogant bastard or not, he got under your skin and you want to know more about him. Now don't you wish I became a PI?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

Did that stop you sulking?

I think you might have to. Fucking bastard Marcus Fraser! How dare he get under my skin. Yes, and I even wish you had the fedora and trenchcoat.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

It did when he started doing wicked things with his toes.

I would totally pull off the PI look with style. I can look devious when I need to. So, beyond the cocky exterior, what do you think about him?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

He does look after you, love. How is Pat doing?

I think he knows how to use his cock full stop. I have no idea if there's anything beyond the cocky exterior, so I'll just live with my very wet memories of that encounter.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

Well, he knows exactly what to do to distract me, that's for sure. He's okay. Very tired and weak. He gets exhausted just doing something like brushing his teeth. Plus he's, like, hyper-aware of his body, waiting for more shit to happen. I feel helpless, but he doesn't seem so angry anymore.

Why did he fuck you if you slapped him? I so want to know more about him. Is he date material?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry you feel helpless, but I'm sure he feels just as helpless and it's his body.

Because he likes it rough just as much as I do? Then perhaps you should spy on him. I doubt it. At least I highly doubt he'd consider me. He probably just wanted to fuck me the once and be done with it. Prick.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

He feels useless, not helpless.

I don't need to spy. I have connections. So, what next? What are you going to do about this Marcus Fraser itch?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

Then can't you help him feel useful?

Ignore it and hope it goes away?

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

Not really. I've tried. The fact I'm trying makes him feel even more useless.

Do you really think it will. Telltale answer here. How big was the cock?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

So you really can't do anything?

I'm hoping it will. Ten fabulous, mouthwatering inches. Probably a little more.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

I can love him and be his partner. That seems to be all he wants from me right now.

Ohhhhhhhhhh, he shoots, he scores! He's not going away, sweetheart. You and I both know that.

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

Then that's all you need to give him.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Bugger it.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

I am. Tara's helped me see a few things a little clearer too since she's been staying here.

So, what are you going to do about it?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

I'm glad, Aiden. I was worried about you for a little while there. Cameron was as well.

Do I have to do anything? This can't lead anywhere good.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

I'm still scared shitless. He's so weak and in pain, but just deals, you know? The hardest thing I've ever had to deal with in my life, this is, seeing someone I love suffering.

Since when has that ever stopped you?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

That's still a very hard thing to have to deal with, love. You shouldn't stress yourself out. I think you're amazing.

It hasn't, but how can you push me in his direction when you've never met him?

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

I didn't think it would be so exhausting, but it could be worse.

Um, ten inch cock?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

If you ever need me to do anything you just have to ask, love.

I need to make a call.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

I know, and I need to train Pat to learn that we're not imposing on you if I do. He's gotten a complex. He doesn't want to be a pain in your arse because he thinks he's being one in mine.

To who?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

The pricks I've got in my employ are pains in my arse. Pat is not a pain in my arse. I am here for whatever either of you need.

I need to see if I can get some information on Mr Fraser's schedule. No point trying to formulate a plan with no intelligence on the target, is there?

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

That's why I'm tired. Trying to convince him isn't easy. Plus, he's hardly sleeping. It hurts for him to lie down too long. Hurts for him to sit too long. This is my attempt at positive indifference. Thank god I don't have a web cam.

Ohhhhhhhhh... well, here's hoping he wants to be found. New York is an easy place to disappear in, if its what you really want. You could always deliver yourself as a Singing Telegram to his offices.

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

Well, you've certainly convinced me. I'm sure you'll find a balance somehow.

I don't sing, you know that. Any other bright ideas?

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

Yeah, 'course.

Send him a picture of your boobs?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

That'll no doubt prompt him to once again ask how much I'll charge him for looking at the picture. However... you might be on to something.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

So, charge him. See how he reacts to it.

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

I think that's an excellent idea.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

If he writes you a cheque, you know not to bother with the prick again.

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

That's after I send it back to him in little pieces.

[mrpublicity.livejournal.com]

The cheque or his prick?

[straight2point.livejournal.com]

Both.