Trickskin by Amelia R. Moore

Author:Amelia R. Moore [Moore, Amelia R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-07-13T22:00:00+00:00

Nolan had been staring at the damn equations for over an hour. They’d been working the entire day, and Loken was rather bored. Oh, a good project could ensnare Loken for days, but he’d grown restless.

He was ready for spontaneity.

Thus far, none of his usual tricks to break Nolan’s concentration had worked: he’d tried playing loud music (he was ignored), and then tried turning out the lights (Nolan asked Neo to turn on a backup light). Finally, he climbed onto the table Nolan was bent over, getting in the way of his work.

Crossing his dangling legs, he all but purred, “You’re taking me out.” Loken knew how to manipulate others into getting what he needed, and Nolan would not be an exception.

That seemed to snap the inventor out of his daze. “Huh? Oh?” He grinned as the words dawned on him. “Am I?”

“Oh, yes,” Loken replied silkily and pushed off from the table. “Your lucky day. Now, come. You’re working too hard, and it’s tiring to watch. I’m in need of a break.”

Nolan laughed but didn’t argue. After they freshened up, he let Nolan choose their destination, and he teleported them there, rejecting the idea of being driven.

It ended up being a little hole-in-the wall bar Nolan had never personally been to, reasoning that he’d have less of a chance of being recognized that way. When Nolan finished battling a bout of nausea—his stomach not taking well to his first teleport—they went inside.

It was dim, filthy, and loud.

It was exactly what Loken needed.

“I’ll be back. I’m going to see if they have anything here worth more than ten dollars a bottle.” While Nolan headed towards the bar, Loken stood for a few moments and swept his gaze over the patrons, looking for a little fun.

There was a crowd of men and women at the bar itself.

Nope.

Groups of men were gathered around green tables, stabbing at balls with sticks.

Nope.

Several men were whipping little metal projectiles at a board. In fact, it looked similar to the practice targets he had access to at ALPHA.

Oh, yes.

Loken ambled over to them, smiling coyly and falling into a flamboyant persona. He singled out the largest of the group, a gruff and rather handsome man in a leather jacket.

“Hello.” Loken smiled brightly.

The men collectively eyed and ignored him.

Loken heard Nolan’s approach but didn’t react until he tapped him on the shoulder. Perfect timing. Turning to Nolan, he spoke loudly enough for the strangers to hear. “Darling,” he said, hands grasping Nolan's arm pleadingly. “How’s this game played? I want to try.” Hopefully, Nolan would pick up what his part was.

“It’s darts, baby,” Nolan said without missing a beat. He slipped an arm around Loken’s waist, clearly enjoying himself far too much. “There’s several different ways to play, but you wanna hit the target in the center. Usually.”

Loken frowned, as if the task seemed daunting. “That little thing in the middle?”

“Yup! But there’s only one board and these lovely gentlemen are using it, so you’ll have to wait your turn.

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