Thread: A Night to Dismember (Foxxo & TNT)

Eric's Aaron's Evening Attire Versace, Full-Length, Black Fox Fur w. Leather Trim White, Double-Long, Silk Scarf Not Pictured Black, Lamb-Soft Leather Gloves Not Pictured Tom Ford, Black, Shawl-Lapel Tuxedo with Black Pants Black Gold Silk Suspenders Not Pictured Black, Satin, Pleated Cummerbund Not Pictured Red Lycra Boxer Briefs Tom Ford, Satin, Hand-Tied Bow Tie Boss, White, Spread Collar, Fitted Dress Shirt with French Cuffs Onyx Pearl Four-Stud Cufflink Set Black Red Silk Dress Socks Gucci, Black Evening Pumps Black Red Silk Pocket Square Thorsten, Black Red Ceramic Ring Black Diamond Titanium Pinkie Ring Rolex, Black Stainless Steel Wristwatch Stainless Steel Money Clip w. Amex Black Card ID Not Pictured, In Right Jacket Pocket Cell Phone w. Stainless Steel Case Not Pictured, In Left Jacket Pocket Stainless Steel, Compact Hair Comb Not Pictured, In Coat Pocket Stainless Steel Tin of Designer Mints Not Pictured, In Coat Pocket Travel Bottle of Tom Ford Cologne Not Pictured, In Coat Pocket Versace, Full-Length, Silver Fox Fur White, Double-Long Silk Scarf Not Pictured Dove Grey, Lamb-Soft Leather Gloves Not Pictured Ralph Lauren, White Shawl-Lapel Tuxedo with Black Pants Vest White Silver Silk Suspenders Not Pictured Boss, White, Arrow-Collar, Fitted Dress Shirt with French Cuffs Ralph Lauren, Black, Satin Silk, Hand-Tied Bow Tie Baby Blue Satin Boxer Briefs Black White Silk Pocket Square Onyx, Pearl Topaz-Tinted Four-Stud Cufflink Set Silver Blue Topaz Ring Silver, Diamond Blue Topaz Pinkie Ring Black White Silk Dress Socks Black Velvet Evening Slippers Silver Money Clip w. 3k in Cash ID Not Pictured, In Left Jacket Pocket Cell Phone w. Silver Case Not Pictured, In Right Jacket Pocket Silver Pearl Compact Hair Comb Not Pictured, In Coat Pocket Silver Tin of Designer Mints Not Pictured, In Coat Pocket Travel Bottle of Ralph Lauren Cologne Not Pictured, In Coat Pocket Just Outside of The Russian Tea Room, New York City - A Random Friday Evening in the Winter of 2019 Eric Kennedy was one thoroughly frustrated alpha male. Not only had he made the mistake of showing up for his 'date' nearly a hour early, but he was arriving essentially empty-handed, due to the fact that he had been unable to secure the two tickets to the play that he had so boldly and, he supposed, somewhat foolishly insisted he could. He was a Kennedy after all, and a rather good-looking, well-built one at that, standing at six-foot-three with two-hundred and thirty pounds of hard-earned, gym-crafted muscle at his disposal. Why wouldn't he be able to make such things happen with relative ease? If his killer looks and smooth tongue couldn't get him what he wanted, his money clip stuffed with an impressive sum of crisp, one-hundred dollar bills would do the trick. But no. Neither had managed to work tonight, because the turd sitting behind the box office window hadn't seemed impressed by either of these things, which, quite obviously, annoyed the shit out of him. This wasn't like him not to get his way. Eric always got his way. Pacing back and forth now, just outside of the world-famous Russian Tea Room - having finally given up at the Longacre Theater - the impeccably dressed male did his best to calm himself down. There was nothing he could do at the point. He was simply going to have to take the hit to his flawless reputation. He and his 'date,' Aaron Becker , would just have to entertain themselves some other way. Perhaps they would drop in at The Carnegie Club and enjoy a few imported cigars and top-shelf drinks? That could do the trick, regardless of the fact that the place would be packed, shoulder to shoulder, seeing that it was indeed a Friday night in New York City. They could also just go back to his luxury penthouse in the sky and do the exact same thing, seeing that he had both of those items neatly tucked away within his private collection, but that would certainly be a damn shame seeing that he had spent not only a lot of his precious time getting ready for tonight - what with all of the hours spent planning, procuring, and primping - but he had forked over a nice chunk of his weekly income to purchase himself the most exquisite formal attire money could buy. As always, no detail was overlooked. With his thick, jet black hair, bright green eyes, and chiseled features, Eric certainly struck an eye-catching, head-turning image, but with his expertly sculpted body suited up in such flawless, hand-tailored, designer clothes, there weren't many individuals, of any gender or sexual persuasion, who could resist not only casting him a favorable glance, but expressing their desire to interact with him on a far more personal level. Even now, as he waited for Aaron to arrive, he was getting more than a few salacious looks from those who passed him on the street. One guy in particular - a rather rough around the edges type - couldn't seem to get enough of him as he stared him down from his position at the mouth of a nearby alleyway. And while he certainly loved the attention, Eric couldn't help but wonder what the guy's deal was. So, instead of just letting him do his thing, Eric made his way over and simply struck up a casual conversation. Why not? He had time to kill. Nice jacket, was all he initially said, as he eyed up the guy's well-worn leather coat that hugged his well-developed torso in all the right ways. Distress it yourself or did you buy it that way? Last edited Mar 1, 2019