Chasing Forever Audition
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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the door opened with a rush of cold air, and Brian Re entered the bar, pausing only to stamp a little snow from his shoes before eyeing the assembled patronage, all tuned back into his channel and giving them a short salute. Everyone went back to their business as he collected his jacket, his bill, his empty glass and approached the bar mouse straightened in his seat, not wanting to appear to slumped over his beer. He thought about pushing his fingers through his hair, then remembered he didn't have hair anymore while he did. But it was a lot shorter than it used to be. Grayer's, too. He nudged his crutches deeper into the shadowy nook he tucked them into and then tried putting one elbow on the bar, wincing when it slipped through the beer puddle, nearly landing him face first on the varnished wood. The scent of hops and old french fries wafted up to meet him before a warm hand caught his shoulder. The pressure on his shoulder was enoughto wake some of the old athletic reflex whatever hadn't abandoned him on the side of Lake Road last August and jerk male back into an upright position in front of an extremely well made face. Thanks, Mel muttered and wondered if his cheeks were as warm as they felt. Brian squeezed his shoulder. See, it's not all bad. What's that right? When you think your life is about to do a body slide along the length of the bar, someone comes along and stops everything. Mao blinked, questioning Lee at the man in front of him. The man who did have blue eyes. He now saw four shades bluer than Malzone, washed out denim color end, the sort of handsomeness that wasn't a mask. Attractiveness was ingrained in every line of Brian's face, from the easy laugh lines cornering his mouth and eyes to the way his brows refused to curl against nature but still managed to look rugged. His nose was long and straight, but pointed a little sideways, as if it had been broken at some point. Of course, that only made him more interesting. His hair wasn't all blonde. Just mostly, the paler strands at his temples on Lee serving toe highlight the fact that Brian had been designed by nature to age. Well, Brian's mouth tilted upward, slightly a smile or possibly an amused smirk now cleared his throat, reached for his glass, then decided to go for it. He stuck out his hand. Male Montgomery and I have no idea what you're talking about. For a moment, it seemed as though Brian might take offense. Then he tipped his head back and laughed quietly, and not for long enough to embarrass himself for Mao. He gripped Mel's hand in a solid shake. Brian Ken way I know. Whoops. Brian's eyebrows did not jump up. Instead, he widened his smile. My reputation proceeds. May something like that Leo been gossiping about me again. We were wondering what happened to your friend, Leo said Brian flipped one hand carelessly in the direction of the door. I was an *******. She'll forgive me tomorrow, or maybe the day after that. Okay, then so now moved his mouth a couple more times, but no words came out. What the heck. He had a doctorate in medieval and pre modern European history, an area that did, on occasion, dip into language studies. Wanna beer? He finally managed, grinning, Brian draped his jacket over one stool and sat on the other right next to Mao. Sure, what are we drinking? Snowdrift? Vanilla Porter. That had been a serious question, right? One he was supposed to answer. Brian nodded toward Leo, who got busy fitting another glass under the tap. Brian waited until he had his glass before lifting it for a toast. What should we drink? Thio malp picked up his glass health. They clinked and sipped. Brian appeared to savor the beer before swallowing, humming and then licking his lips with a long, slow swipe of his tongue. Tasty. It wasn't that original align, but it shot straight to mouse ****, along with the imaginary press of that tongue to stir the slumbering beast. Not so much. He had to shift on the stool, but enough to feel a little like Rip Van Winkle waking to a new world. So what have you heard about me? Brian asked, huh? What nonsense has Leo been filling your ears with? Oh, um, I'm Al had never been a good flirt. He didn't have the gene for it. Or the neck or enough opportunity to practice. Generally, he was much wittier online. Especially when he knew what he was talking about. Ah, had he tried that sound yet Thursday nights. We talked about Thursday nights. How come I've never seen you in here on a Thursday? Because I'm a high school teacher. Didn't seem like the right answer. Neither did an explanation about his legs. I've been busy. Brian smiled again. A boyish grin that suited his face made him look mischievous and even sort of cute. If you could get away with calling a good looking guy Cute. What do you D'oh! Okay, um, Al knew how to handle this one. Short answer. Not long. And make it sexy right now. I split my time between so much easier online. I play video games for a living. No, I'm on leave for what I do for a living. Now we're getting somewhere. Is this an administrative kind of leave? Did you do something naughty, Malcolm? No one calls me Malcolm except his father. And on Lee when they were going to have a talk. And no, I did not. What about you, Mel? Let his *** slide left to the fading pink mark on Brian's cheek. Brian returned one of his rascal grins recently, offending my best friend and business partner. It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it. Leo appeared in the middle of them, whereas Middle as he could get with a foot of bar in the way, ready to settle your tab. Professor Brian's eyebrows danced again. Professor. It's a joke. And Mel couldn't do a sideways glance when facing someone, and he didn't know how to do coy. Either Another guy would know where to go from here. A less awkward man might simply ask if Brian was interested in taking this elsewhere. Not now, not his thing. The fact is, cocks still tingled notwithstanding, Brian was a fantasy, not reality. Besides, what did he have to offer a man like Brian Ken way now in particular, he couldn't get to his knees? Heck, he could barely walk. Sex was probably completely out of the question, even if Brian wasn't put off by the first to fax. You seem to be doing a lot of thinking over there, professor Brian said, his tone quiet. Can I offer a suggestion