<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Riorden</span></span>* Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=163693.msg7601174#msg7601174) * o/o (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=4514.msg151178#msg151178) *<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i623.photobucket.com/albums/tt317/in_the_dark_photos/Male/brown%20hair/gaston_willig/gaston_willig_1.jpg)</div>Well the man wanted to be amused and through is somewhat incorrect assumptions Riorden was doing just that. That was alright. He wasn't afraid to embarrass himself. It might be easier to run and hide until the heat in his face had subsided but it wasn't an option since Alexander wasn't ridiculing him for making a fool of himself.<br/><br/>"That I do sir." He replied when asked if he had experience being cordial and showing the man a good time (assuming the opposite of his last assumption, that it didn't require intimate contact). as for the question of what Riorden was thinking when he was asked to come closer, he didn't answer except to blush again. They both knew. Yet the twenty-two year old continue to make his way toward the man, the water quickly soaking the wrap that had been scarcely protecting his modesty. That he was more exposed didn't phase him, being looked at and visually appreciated had always been a vanity of his, else why would he work so hard to keep up his appearance?<br/><br/><em>'No, I think you're just what I'm looking for,'</em><br/><br/>The words and tone caused Riorden to visibly catch his breath. The room and water seemed warmer than it's 80 degrees and every cell of his skin felt like it wanted to be touched at once. It was a sensation he had never felt before as he had never been the less dominate person in a sensual moment. The musician was acutely aware of the way Alexander's damp chest hair clung to his chest. He knew the veins were thick in the man's arms because the man worked out hard and often. This time when he wondered what it would feel like to touch and be touched by a man he didn't push it from his mind.<br/><br/>"I can sing well enough for a one and three year old to fall asleep and for drunk men in an Irish pub on a Friday night." Riorden said with a smile as he sat don on the bench beside his boss with just a breath of water between their thighs. He drug his full bottom lip through his teeth as he contemplated what song he should sing and then he grinned. "This one should amuse you sir." And he began to sing the coachman. A song about a man hired to 'drive' a woman about town.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Coachmen</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>note:</strong> this is not a reference to how Riorden sounds. It's just the only decent rendition of the song i could find.<br/>The Coachman Folk Song and The Charming Young Lady (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n010DHWmP1U#ws)<br/></div></div>