skraptrummor | Meeting with the Braniac. [for itmeanscourage]

Meeting with the Braniac. [for itmeanscourage]

Ivar had received the text from Bjorn when he was out with his band mates at a nearby LA club. At first the drummer thought the singer was trashed and sending a joke text. All he had received was a load of garbled words before Bjorn actually remembered to use the spell check function on his phone. Of course.

---I've got you a date, honey! Brainy wants to meet you. He's good with chemicals and shit like you. Be cute with him!

So now Ivar was sat in a rather classy uptown bar waiting for this mystery date to arrive. Someone called "Brainy" whatever the fuck that meant. Bjorn hadn't been specific in any details if the person was a boy or a girl or who the hell they were. The drummer just sat with a drink of vodka and finding it to be weak as water compared to the concoction he had back at the hotel.

Ah well, what could go wrong? He was on this tour and crazy shit was bound to happen so meeting someone for a blind date arranged by Bjorn couldn't be the worst, could it?

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“Given that it is associated with a rush of dopamine, it would be biologically impossible not to.” He smirked. “You could say that the activation of the mesodiencephalic transition zone, including the ventral tegmental area, make it a perpetually rewarding experience.”

Of course, that was just scratching the surface of the more than thirty areas in the brain that are active during a sexual experience, or the cocktail of neurochemicals that are released. Part of the thrill, one could say.

"I didn't get half of what you said but you sound sexy when you use over complicated words. It's fucking hot. Do you want to stimulate my ventral tegmental area?"

Ivar couldn't help but give a small giggle as he sipped on his drink, wondering how many words Isamu knew. It was all confusing to the Swede but he was finding the brainiac's intuition to be stimulating indeed. Isamu was like no other boy he'd ever met.

"Do you enjoy using words other people don't understand? It's hot in a way."

“Technically, since GABA neurons in the ventral tegmental area have been proposed to encode the expectation of reward - and even quantify the amount of reward - that is not too far fetched a prospect. Especially, if I may speak colloquially, your affinity for things big and hard go beyond linguistics.”

Yes, that was Isamu flirting back.

"You know all I got out of that was "big and hard."

Ivar just smirking at Isamu, enjoying the way the braniac spoke. It was hot just having this Japanese guy talking technical shit at him even though he knew nothing about it. Taking a gulp of booze the Swede placed a hand on Isamu's forearm squeezing gently. The boy was handsome.

"How about I show you my big and hard linguistic?"

It could have been just a tease, a bit of rock star exhibition. But Ivar did seem pretty fixated on everything that was coming out of Isamu’s mouth.

“Really now. Already a potential invitation on the table for fellatio?”

It wasn’t as instantaneous a reaction as it might have been for someone else, but Isamu did return the smirk. And he didn’t pull away.

“If that is the case, then the next round of drinks most certainly requires the privacy of your hotel room distillery. We can discuss any necessary terms of this tryst on the way.”

"Amongst other things. How about I show you my still first before we get down and dirty. I know how much you'll love it and I'm offering free samples too."

The Swede was always offering up free samples to his band members and others so why not his date. Isamu seemed a laid back kind of guy even though he was a brainiac. Nothing wrong with being intelligent and hot at the same time. Drinking up, Ivar nodded and pressed a quick kiss to Isamu's cheek as he slid off his bar stool.

"How about I get us a taxi back to the hotel?"

Isamu raised a brow, smirking again. “An exchange of fluids - in more ways than one. I accept your proposition. Let us continue this evening elsewhere.”

As they returned, Isamu’s wordplay was playfully coy, but he was not actually shy about his desires for physical pleasure - and only physical pleasure. He expressed his lack of interest in the baggage or an ongoing romantic relationship. There would be no commitments here. But if it were pleasurable for both, he wouldn’t mind another round, so as the bartender would say. (He also insisted on protection, of course. Every good drink metaphor deserved a coaster.)

"Exchange of fluids. A good way of putting it, Brainy."

Ivar smirked as they made their way back to the hotel, taking the taxi which soon arrived at the entrance, both men then walking up to the Swede's bedroom and home distillery. Opening the door for his date, Ivar then stepped inside, closing the door behind them. The still was working away silently in the corner of the room with a pipe draped through a crack in the double balcony doors to let out the fumes.

"What do you think? The set-up was easy. Just a few items I got at junk shops around town."

LA was pretty good for finding what you needed to make your own homemade still. Ivar was proud of that fact as he went into the kitchen to get two clean glasses. Coming back he filled up Isamu's and his own glass with the latest batch of gut rot.

"Tell me what you think."

Isamu wasn’t quite sure what to expect when he walked in the hotel room - aside from the telltale sign of alcohol. The fact that anyone could put this together once, not to mention set it up and break it down on a regular basis (as one would likely have to do while on a music festival tour) was a feat of engineering in and of itself.

“Impressive.” He nodded, eyes wide as he walked around it, studying the mechanics of it all. “Quite impressive, honestly.”

The surprised expression was still visible when he was handed a drink. He sniffed it first. It was definitely potent.

“What is this, exactly?” He asked curiously, holding off on tasting for moment. It would help to know precisely what to best compare it to.

"I'm glad you like my setup. The other Harlots like what I've done here too and so do some of the other band members who come in here to drink. The Danes and some of the Brits do too."

Ivar's room was welcome to anyone who wanted to sample his next batch of booze. Unless he was sleeping or playing on stage, anyone could knock and bring a friend to sample the gut rot. It was a good relationship and a way to get trashed while avoiding expensive bar bills.

"What you're drinking? It's vodka. Made with some potatoes I bought at a local market downtown. Thought I'd give it a go. It has a nice earthy taste to it followed up by a brutal kick."

Potato vodka. How do you find it, Isamu?

Isamu sipped it, taking only a small taste at first. It did have an earthier flavor, and a a less silky texture, than many of the specialized drinks he sought out from time to time.

“It is definitely… strong.” He commented. “But not without flavor. And that is the most interesting part. Vodka is usually considered a neutral spirit, but the flavor profile of this is a little bit nutty.”

He took another sip.

“I mean that in the literal sense, but feel free to take it in other ways if you feel insanity to be a compliment.”

"You bet it's strong. This stuff has enough kick to knock you out cold on the floor if you drink too much of it. Hjalmar always ends up drinking too much and face planting the flower beds out in the car park. Just ask his cuddle buddy Erik."

Ivar just grinned and then took a few gulps of his new concoction himself, enjoying the nutty flavour and dryness at the end. At least his guest found it to his taste which pleased the Swede. Getting the balance right with flavour and alcohol content was everything.

"If it's shit I don't serve it up to anyone. It goes down the drain and I start again from scratch. I'm glad you like it though, Brainy. For our first date together impressions do count."

A wink and Ivar was finishing off his glass of booze and wondering how the other man felt.

It had a somewhat pleasant flavor and aftertaste, but the burning feeling in his throat from the sheer strength of the alcohol was a bit overpowering. A few sips was all Isamu needed, and wanted.

“Forgive me in advance if I choose to remember this evening for your biology as well as your chemistry.” He replied flirtatiously as he placed the glass down on a nearby table.

"Feel free to look at my biology up close if you want."

Ivar, offering Isamu a coy glance, pulled off his shirt and then went back to drinking. He was going to walk around the hotel room shirtless until Isamu wanted to advance further. The man was an enigma and the Swede couldn't help but find him attractive as well as extremely clever.

"We can---exchange chemicals and share in that process."

The drummer sliding a hand onto Isamu's cheek, touching it before letting go.

Isamu was no stranger to how quickly things were progressing. He started to unbutton his shirt, replying with an equally coy, “This will require a much closer inspection, yes.”

A few quips were made about providing samples, along with whether Ivar would provide the beaker if Isamu brought the stirring rod, so to speak.

"Then, let us get this experiment under way."

Ivar moving in to hug Isamu before offering him kisses and letting nature take it course. No doubt the two men delving into the depths of experimentation and exchange of chemicals which is what the Swede had wanted from the start with the braniac.

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