Thread: Train Wreck (RandomAttributes & TNT)

Casually watching as the train moved from station to station, William, who was sort of lulling side to side in time with the swaying motion of the car, thought about taking out his cell, just to kill some time, but he recalled from the one other time that he used the subway that cell service was spotty at best, if existent at all. So, instead, he kept himself busy by people watching, for the crowd was indeed an eclectic group of strangers. Seated to his right were three college-aged guys all making eyes at an older, stylishly-dressed woman who was sitting across from them. With legs for miles, which could easily be seen due to the generous slit in her long skirt, she certainly was someone worthy of such attention however, her boyfriend - or at least that's who William was assuming the guy was, since he couldn't easily see a ring on either of their hands - wasn't having any of it. Shooting the three a look, his dark eyes followed where they themselves were looking. Once he realized it was at his girl, he reached down and tugged on the skirt until her leg was covered once more. Unexpectedly, she was quick to cast a curious look in their direction, which, once she saw who it was that was ogling her, she blushed and smiled coyly. This reaction, however, didn't sit well with her man. Immediately, he got up, pushed by her and then brushed by William with a curt, Excuse me, pal, before taking a seat elsewhere. Huh, was all William could think, as he eyed the guy up, wondering what the nature of their relationship was, since he initially appeared overly protective, yet, not a breath later, was he cool with abandoning her. Oh well. Not my problem. Redirecting his gaze to an elderly couple, William actually found himself smiling, seeing that they reminded him of his own grandparents however, another minute more and that smile faded away as the elderly man muttered something that sounded unmistakably like, Fucking queers, in his general direction. Confused at first, wondering if the man meant him, he glanced over his broad shoulder and caught sight of two men, probably in their early thirties, who appeared to be together. From the way they were sitting, ever so close, to the way that they were looking at each other, there was certainly some sort of intimate relationship there. Not that there anything wrong with that. No, not at all. As long as they kept their hands to themselves - or at least just to each other - and their dicks in their pants, William didn't really care what they did to each other behind closed doors. Granted, if they started making out, he would probably have to move to another car. Shifting his weight now as the train hit a bend, William was suddenly caught off guard when he felt a hand brush, somewhat awkwardly, against his body however, as quickly as it came, it left. Accident or not, he made a move to put some distance between himself and the man who was now standing a bit too close behind him. Trying not to be too obvious, he shot the guy a quick look, just so he could scope him out. While not the worst looking individual on the train, he certainly had an air and edge about him that leaned more towards trouble than not. Thankful that his money clip was neatly tucked away, deep inside his muscle-hugging tuxedo jacket, he made the decision to just stay put however, it only took a minute more to wonder if that had been a bad choice to make, because this time, the hand that landed on his body was a bit more firm, as it ran along his side, and it was a bit more obvious, too, as it remained in contact with his thigh for a lot longer than any accident would've caused it to. On the verge of making a move to step further away, William's timing couldn't have been worse as the train came to an abrupt stop at a station. Within seconds, the car was being flooded with a number of new passengers, which, not only forced William to remain standing but essentially pushed him back in the general direction of the guy with the wandering hands. Taking a deep breath, as he returned to his original spot, he did his best to appear unaffected by what had just happened. Perhaps it had been accident. He wasn't exactly thinking clearly, what with the liquor still in his system.