Dinner in Dubai - For Clarkie

[loadedparadox]

The idea of even asking him to dinner had come out of nowhere. Then, while in Dubai doing some militarization for a sheik, he had made the dinner plans. Part of Arthur realized that by making the selection of Ossiano at Atlantis he was making this a date. Yet he wouldn't let himself think about that as he sent the text.

Friday. Atlantis on Palm Jumeirah island. 8 pm seating.

Arthur waited for Eames in the lobby though. Dressed to the nine in a tuxedo by his favourite Savile Row tailor. He had gone overboard and he had no idea why except he could. And he wanted to.

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[loadedparadox]

“One of the few places where I never feel they do anymore,” he admitted, undoing his tie and pulling it off with a slithering sound and tossing it onto a table. “But people pay the price for it, so why shouldn’t they have it all?”

Of course, that was said by the man that wasn’t paying a dime for it, even if he had worked hard for that privilege. Both in building his reputation and while in Dubai itself.

“At least three,” he repeated, a questioning lilt on the end. “Is there a reason for that many times? Something planned for each,” he asked, hanging his jacket on the back of a chair.

[freebaseforger]

Eames could certainly understand that and nodded his head in agreement. "Exactly," he said and turned to face the point man. "It's like with my business, hm? You pay for what what you get - you pay for cheap shite from down the corner, you don't know what the hell you're putting into your body. But you pay for something a little better, a little cleaner and you can be rest assured a good trip and no side helping of rat poison."

He leaned against the window and found himself looking the point man over slowly. He too had worked hard to get where he was - not only in his business dealings as Clarkie but as a forger as well. Jobs that had gone well, jobs that had gone to shite and a half faster than one could say 'run.'

He smirked. "It was a truly random number that popped into my head, I admit," he said and straightened before starting to undo his jacket and shrugging out of it.

[loadedparadox]

"One day, when we're not both thinking about the pool, I do want to talk to you about your business. The one I just learned about and not the one that I've enjoyed for years, even if we did fight a lot," He said with a chuckle, undoing the top button on his shirt.

"But that can wait. Also, maybe just once, if we get in enough trouble for it," he said, certainly not sounding like himself but a bit more like the man he'd been.

[freebaseforger]

Eames arched a brow at that and hummed. "And why is that, darling," he asked, curious now why Arthur would want to talk to him about his business. Eames slipped his hands up to undo his tie and slid it off before resting it with his jacket that he had hung on the back of a chair.

"Then we have to at least once," he smirked at the other man before making his way over to him lazily.

[loadedparadox]

“Just curiosity mostly,’ he said, knowing it wasn’t a lie. It wasn’t the whole truth either and, for a moment, he thought of keeping it to himself. In the end though, he relented.

“Curiosity mixed with thoughts of my old life, a life beyond the sharing. One day it’ll lose its shine, or the government will step in more than they have. Always good to have connections and a backup plan, right?

“We could now, if you wanted. Beautiful night out,” he said, eyes only on Eames though and not the breathtaking view out the window.

[freebaseforger]

Eames would definitely have to agree with that. It was always smart to have a backup plan and to forge those connections just in case. He hummed. "You have a point," he conceded. "Looking to perhaps get back into the fold of your former life or something a little different," he asked, truly curious. "No, you're right. It is smart and thinking a head to forge those connections and have back up plans now."

His eyebrows rose as he stepped in closer and brought the point man closer to him with an arm around his waist. "Mm, now that is a difficult choice..." he murmured before he leaned in and pressed his lips against Arthur's again.