Mind Over Matter (p)

"No, I'm going to pay. My trip. Now don't argue with me unless you want to lose your ability to speak." Marcellus rolled his eyes and walked toward Ganymede's. "I'm paying and it's settled." The son of Trivia stuffed his hands into his pockets and huffed.

"That must suck for you, huh?" Marcellus asked, looking over at Sebastian. Once they made it to the Ganymede's, Marcel walked passed the statue of the three gods and sat down on the barstool at the bar. "Two strawberry D's, please. Add some raspberry in mine." He ordered with a brief smile. The son of Trivia looked over at Sebastian and smiled a bit. "So, you're gay, a son of Athena, and...Italian. That's all I know about you."

"First off: I'm bisexual, not gay and I'm from Mauritius which is a island off of the coast of Africa." He corrected with a grunt. The son of Trivia looked at Sebastian and sighed. "Everything. Why you're here." He answered just as their drinks were slid over the counter to them. Marcel nodded his head to the bartender as a thank you.

The son of Trivia looked over at Sebastian and raised an eyebrow. "Oh? He's been to Mauritius? That's impressive. Your dad sounds like a real cultured man." He didn't know if that sounded right or not and honestly, he didn't care. "We're happy to have you here. We as in Rome." He clarified. Marcel took a sip of his drink and sighed. "Kwa nini hii ni Twink cute hivyo miungu damn kuvutia?" He mumbled in Swahili.

Marcellus didn't know what the hell Sebastian just said, but he wasn't going to say anything about it. Instead, he focused on what the son of Athena said in English. "Do you plan on going to school in New Rome? Because I'm debating on what I want to do with my life." The son of Trivia shrugged his shoulders again, taking a sip from his fruity drink. Marcel adjusted himself in his seat and turned his attention back to Sebastian, he studied his body closely. He noted his olive toned skin, dark brown hair, and green eyes. Instead of speaking in Swahili, he switched to French. "... Peut-être que j'étais trop dur avec lui. De plus, j'aime son esprit."

"UCLA and Berkeley are good schools that I'm sure that you would get into. Shit, you could probably get into an Ivy League school. All of your siblings could, actually." Marcel pointed out with a shrug of his shoulders. The son of Trivia took a long slip of his drink when he started to hear Sebastian speak French back to him. "Ouais, Maurice fait partie de la France si française après que l'anglais y est communément parlé." He moistened his lips as music started to play. "Do...you want to dance? I mean, I don't want to embarrass you. You may have brains and brawn, but I'm not sure you can have moves."

Marcel nodded his head. "Hm, that's interesting. That would be cool. I think I might go to Berkeley. That's my dream university to be honest with you." He looked him over a bit before smiling when he heard him speak French again.
"C'est impressionnant, le grec. Je suppose que vous êtes un maître de nombreux métiers, alors. Je me demande ce que vous allez bien." Marcel smiled some, looking him up and down.

"Oh? Well, let's see those dance moves, white boy." He teased, standing up from his chair and toward the dance floor. Once there, he started dancing, keeping his eyes on Sebastian.

The son of Trivia started dancing closer to Sebastian, leaning in to whisper in his ear so that he could hear him. "I don't know yet. I haven't really thought about what I'm going to do after the Legion." Marcel soon found his hands on Sebastian's hips. "Too bad I'm not a diviner. Then I'd be able to know my future."

And talk about mood changes. Just the night before, Marcellus was planning on cursing the poor guy with swine flu. "Yeah, it is." Marcel smiled some and wrapped his arms around Sebastian's waist, holding him closer to his body. The Roman did the same thing and whispered in Sebastian's ear again. "Maybe I was wrong about you," Marcel slid around Sebastian so that he was hugging him from behind. "At first, I wanted you to get Ebola, but not anymore. Actually, your honest is pretty attractive."

Marcellus chuckled a bit at Sebastian's words. He knew that he was attractive, but hearing it come from Sebastian made it...special? Gods, he wasn't like this. He hated romance. Luckily for him, this wasn't romance. Just two guys, dancing in Ganymede's bar having a good time. The son of Trivia pressed his lips against The Greek's year and grinned to himself. He pressed his pelvic against the back of Sebastian's pants. "I've been thinking...Maybe I should take you out on a date."

The son of Trivia chuckled deeply. There was just something about Sebastian speaking French that made his toes cured. Marcellus wrapped his arms tighter around his waist and took it a step further by kissing his neck. His talented tongue danced across Sebastian's olive toned skin.

Marcellus pulled his lips away from his neck and to his ear. "Dinner at Old Italy at 7:00 tomorrow afternoon. Where something cute and flamboyant, yes?"