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[runningred]

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Jay's room is a bit of a mess. Mostly because Jay's doesn't spend much time here but the sheets are clean and the room warm. He pulls the man inside and if he'll permit, into a slow, soft kiss.

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[i_am_your_host]

He chuckles deep in his throat, blinking at him lazily. What space there is between them is warm and humid and comfortably close, but he closes his eyes and turns his head, rolling his shoulders back and stretching like a cat.

"Mmm, I could use a cigarette. And a drink."

[runningred]

The spell of intimacy is broken and Jay sighs. "That, I can do." He gives the man's shoulder a gentle squeeze before getting up off the bed.

He pads across the room, nakedly comfortable in his skin through his expression is introspective and private. A moments searching in the pockets of his jacket turns up a well worn packet of smokes. He grabs the bottle of gin and some glasses, perching on the edge of the bed to pour.

[i_am_your_host]

When he feels the man get up off the bed, he opens his heavy-lidded eyes a crack and watches him cross the room, following every line and movement of limb. He's a beautiful sort of creature, in a rough and savage way, though capable of soft touches that were a bit surprising. As he returns to the bed, the Emcee makes no effort to hide that he's observing him, the corner of his mouth turned upward. And he makes no effort to hide his own body either.

Pushing himself up a little to lay against the headboard, he takes the pack of cigarettes. "Danke, darling," he murmurs, plucking one out and sticking it between his lips. "Perhaps I ought to ask you what your name is at this point in the evening, hm?"

[runningred]

Jay settles against the end of the bed, his legs stretched out so they face each other. "Bitte sehr"

He takes a sip of the gin before answering, "Only if you want to know it. It's not a requirement if you'd rather keep things as they are." There's no bitterness in his voice, just an awareness that everyone approaches this point in the conversation differently.

[i_am_your_host]

He lights up and flicks a lock of stray hair from his eye as he takes a drag, a curl to his lip.

"What is your name, darling?"

[runningred]

The lack of ambiguity makes him smile. "Jay." He confides softly.

He fiddles with the cigarettes for a moment and puts them down, deciding against having one. "And yours?"

[i_am_your_host]

"Absolutely delighted to know you, Jay," he replies smoothly, looking him in the eyes even as he takes a sip of gin.

"I am the Master of Ceremonies, darling, but all my boys and girls call me Emcee."

[runningred]

Jay smiles and lifts his glass in salute. "Nice to know you too, Emcee. I take you work at a club of some sort?"

[i_am_your_host]

He dips his head in a nod. "The Kit Kat Klub in the heart of Berlin. It is the hottest nightclub in the city, with the most invigorating music, the most beautiful dancers -- but I could be biased." He wrinkles his nose in a pert smirk.

"And yourself? What do you do?"

[runningred]

"I'm pretty sure I've been here. Although I'm guessing from your clothes, I was there much, much later than your era."

"At the moment, motorcycle mechanic." Jay answers, swirls the gin in his glass before sipping it again. It's truth, for now anyway. Even if the scars tell a very different story.

[i_am_your_host]

"Indeed? How could you tell by my clothes when I was barely wearing any?" he says teasingly. "But you may be right. It is 1931 in my world."

The Emcee has secrets and truths just like anyone else, and he can sense when others are keeping theirs close, as close as he keeps his own. And after all, it isn't his job or his nature to draw out what was, only to appreciate what is.

"A mechanic? Mm, how manly. You do work very well with your hands."

[runningred]

Jay shrugs. He's observant. It goes with his training. "I'm from 2008. The club's still popular in certain circles." Granted he was there to rescue a young lady from some of the less savoury circles.

Jay laughs and finishes off his drink. "Manly? Never really thought of it that way. It's just a job. Something I'm good at."

[i_am_your_host]

This gets a raised eyebrow. "It is? How...genuinely surprising. I have never given any thought to if the Klub would even last that long."

Especially the way things are going in his world right now.

He shifts and sits up a little more, tucking one leg under him and bringing the other knee to his chest. His movements are always languid, as if in a permanent haze of sensuality.

"So you like fixing things. And building things, I assume?"

[runningred]

"I have a feeling it's been rebuilt, reopened and re-imagined a few times since your time but...people hold on to ideas. And the idea of freedom and self expression are hard ideas to let go of."

He watches Emcee through hooded eyes, admiring the man's cat-like grace.

"It's satisfying. To form an idea into something tangible, something that can be used, enjoyed." He hesitates a moment, half hiding his face behind his wild hair. "It's honest."

[i_am_your_host]

So the Kit Kat Klub would have...a legacy. This concept leaves the Emcee rather speechless, though he only expresses his continued surprise with a soft, pensive "Hmm," and a drag off his cigarette.

Watching Jay just as attentively, he notes his hesitation.

"Quite creative of you. And there's nothing wrong with enjoying an honest day's work, darling," he adds. "Some people prefer it, perhaps even need it. Perhaps it provides a certainty and stability that are otherwise lacking in their lives." He shrugs a shoulder, bringing the glass of gin to his lips. "What sort of things do you build?"

[runningred]

Jay watches him, his dark blue eyes taking in the man's expression. He leans forward and touches Emcee's ankle softly. "Joy endures." He whispers, wanting to reassure him somehow.

"It has it's appeal." Jay chuckles softly, staring up at the ceiling a moment. "I built motorcycles mostly but I can turn my hands to most things given the challenge. I just finished a security system for a friend." He rubs the scars on his wrist absently, unaware of the action.

[i_am_your_host]

Only his eyes flick downwards to Jay's fingers when he touches his ankle, then back up to his face. The corner of his mouth twitches.

Perhaps some things do endure the test of time.

"See, I knew you were good with your hands," he murmurs with a wry smile.

And Jay isn't the only observant one in the room. However, he makes no mention of the familiar looking scars. Or any scars.

"I was always fairly rubbish with mechanical things. Too many straight lines; too many parts that must precisely fit with another. I suppose that those conditions are not ideal for me to be at my best."

[runningred]

Jay smiles and takes hold of Emcee's ankle with strong fingers. He pulls the man's foot gently towards him, massaging the pad of his foot. Another thing he's very good at.

"Perhaps it's that complex simplicity that I enjoy. As long as it's done right; it works. And when it doesn't, it's becomes a puzzle to solve." He casts Emcee a warm smile. "I don't have your gift for people."

[i_am_your_host]

With a bemused twist to his lips, he stretches his leg out and folds his arms on his other knee, then rests his chin on his arms. Watching him, and enjoying his touch. (Dancing in secondhand combat boots isn't the easiest or most comfortable thing to do.)

"Perhaps that's it: I have absolutely no patience for puzzles. Sometimes I have no patience for people either, believe me, but that depends on the person, obviously. Like you." He smirks.

[runningred]

Jay shifts a touch closer to work his fingers into the meat of Emcee's foot, finding the knots and pressure points before moving up to his ankle. He like to touch, to connect with his partners.

Jay cocks an eyebrow, a playful smile on his lips. "And here was I worrying that I would bore you."

[i_am_your_host]

He utters a short, wry chuckle. "Bore me? Darling, how could I possibly be bored? I am in bed getting a foot massage from a handsome young man while I've got a glass of expensive gin in one hand and an American cigarette in the other. Believe me when I say that this is the complete antithesis of boredom for me."

[runningred]

"Hedonist." Jay laughs, kissing the turn of Emcee's ankle. "I'd makes you a gift of the rest of the packet of smokes but I'm afraid there's only a couple left." He pats the man's leg. "Swap feet."

[i_am_your_host]

"Of course I am," he says with a crooked smile, as if he wouldn't want it any other way.

Leaning back against the headboard, he stretches out his other leg and takes a drag off his cigarette, breathing out a plume of smoke.

"And that's quite all right about the cigarettes, darling. I could always replenish my stash from Fraulein Bar, but I also know a few sailors back home who know how to get what I want in exchange for a few favors. Things from America have always been the rage, you know. The music, the fashion, the films...the aforementioned sailors."

[runningred]

"What's the point of living if you can't enjoy life." Jay whispers, almost to himself as he digs his strong fingers into Emcee's heel.

"She's awfully kind like that." He smiles. "She's become very tolerant of my constant requests for parts."

He chuckles at that. "I'd imagine the American sailors would be in high demand. A rare treat."

[i_am_your_host]

"I owe a lot to the American military. They gave me some wonderful..." He runs the tip of his tongue along the edge of his teeth as if reminiscing. "...language lessons."

While on the subject of enjoying life and all.

He finishes off his gin and sets the empty glass aside before folding his arm behind his head, still watching Jay, still enjoying the massage.

"Do you spoil everyone who finds themselves in your bed?"