Meeting with the Braniac. [for itmeanscourage]

[skraptrummor]

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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[skraptrummor]

"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.

[itmeanscourage]

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.

[skraptrummor]

"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.

[itmeanscourage]

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.

[skraptrummor]

"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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