WILD&FREE * --lucas

[dorian silas archer]

dorian had the day off today and he was going to use it to his full advantage. he had taken the day to finally get a day by himself. amara was at the library today working so he was happy to get some alone time. he hadn't gotten much of that since the marriage, he just jumped into it. they recently got real wedding bands together and he was happy to be a married man.. if only steph was as happy for him. he just hoped one day she would learn to forgive him. she deserved a real prince charming. one that would adorn her in love and gifts, she deserved all the bells and whistles. dorian just couldn't give her that.. he was lucky enough for amara to forgive him. once he told her the truth she needed a couple of days alone in her room but she quickly realized she couldn't stay away from him. dorian was finally a happy man, no more lies.

as dorian walked down the street he walked into barney's pub, the local joint for anything man-related. he missed having close guy friends and not having random woman comments about sports. he walked in and smelt the scent of beer and the scent of wood was heavy. dorian loved it in here, it was dimly lit and had a few tvs buzzing with the latest football game. as he sat down on one of the chairs he ordered a beer and it was placed infront of him. he took a sip of it and looked up at the tv screen, the game was just starting. he was happy he just caught it. dorian looked over to a male next to him, "hey what's the score?" he asked still looking at the tv. dorian loved sports but sports in america was some big deal. he liked the atmosphere of excitement the americans had over the superbowl. it was really interesting to see american life and actually start to blend in. his parents were still urging him to come home but he couldn't imagine asking amara to pack up her lfie here for him.

[lucas xavier linden]

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I'M TIRED OF STARING AT THE SUN

Lucas had been bed bound for a whole week and for the workaholic that was more than enough for him to stand. He hated being locked up with nothing to do and had already half lost his mind watching pointless day-time TV eating home made soup friends had brought around, he was sick of being within the same four walls with nothing to do but just lie around. Problem was, the doctor had told him he had to have a minimum of 3 weeks bed rest after there were complications during his appendectomy, the even bigger problem was the fact Luke's bossy and overprotective assistant knew this fact so there was no lying to her so he could go back to work early. Nevertheless, he had made the attempt that day, seeking into his office when she was on her break. He'd been there a whole half an hour before she caught him and sent him packing, he was like a little kid that had been caught with the TV on after his bed time, he whined a little that he was bored and couldn't go back to his apartment, that he felt fine, better than fine and so on but the 50 year old mothering woman was having none of it. You'd have thought she was the boss sometimes. After a few more but but buts she ushered him out and sent him on his way.

Being the disobedient guy he was though, he ordered his driver to take him home via the local bar just down the road, he didn't plan on drinking, he wasn't much of a drinker anyway so the fact he was on meds and still recovering from surgery meant he certainly wasn't taking in any alcohol, he just couldn't handle going back to his apartment to wallow on his own. He took a stool at the bar and ordered a glass of coke before fixing his eye on the TV the game was being played on. He'd been in America now for nearly 7 years so he had pretty much lost his European accent and been emerged in their culture long enough that he was more an american than a Luxembourger now-a-days. He hadn't been at the bar long when someone took the spot next to him "It's 38-3 to the 49ers, the redskins are getting their asses handed to them" he said dragging his eyes from the screen to look at who he was talking to. He looked at the guy and picked up the accent leading to his next question, which he defiantly didn't mean to be offensive, he just didn't know many people from out side the US who cared for the game "You a football fan?"

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[dorian silas archer]

dorian loved his job for the most part, he got to sit infront of a desk all day and just type on a computer for eight hours. he had finally blended in as the normal american he wanted to be. the daily struggles of trying to get through a long grocery line, filling up gas by yourself, and cooking all your own meals were pains to most people but dorian enjoyed doing them. he didn't like the silver spoon life he had life his entire life. it just wasn't him, he hoped that they would find someone better for the throne. he couldn't imagine amara giving up her wonderful life here in order to be a monarchy head with him. steph would've been the perfect bride for him but the spark soon faded away after he met amara. sure, they were drunk but they made a great duo. he had gotten to know her over the past few months and found out they made a good couple. although, he sure hoped steph would find her dream prince one day... and he just wanted amara to forgive him too.

as soon as dorian wandered into the pub he had felt right at home. he missed having guy friends and actually get time away for himself. that was rare nowadays and even if he was alone he had to run errands. american life was nothing like denmark life. he sipped his beer and watched the football game, he loved american football. everyone got such a thrill from it and the atmosphere was always crazy. guys just being guys. he asked the guy a couple seats next to him the score and expected a grunt of annoyance or for the two of them to talk about the game. he was happy when he told him the score, "yeah 49ers!" dorian said whilst looking towards the television. he didn't know all the teams but the 49ers had been his favourite so far. he looked off the screen to see a guy who looked around the same age as him. "huge football fan actually, i've never seen such a testosterone fueled sport." dorian laughed lightly, "what about you?" he asked, maybe this guy didn't even like football.. maybe he liked hockey or maybe even baseball. the 49ers had just gotten another touchdown, "nice!" he said enthusiastically, he picked up his beer and sat next to the guy now, "may i? sorry, i forgot to mention, i'm dorian." he said extending a hand to shake his.

[lucas xavier linden]

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I'M TIRED OF STARING AT THE SUN

Sometimes Lucas missed being just a normal person, he missed being unnoticed but since his big break 2 years ago his face had become more and more recognized, at first it had just been movie buffs who knew who he was but thanks to his publicist, -who he had never really wanted to hire in the first place- his mug had been put in enough mags and on enough TV screens that you might even consider him famous, something he had never wanted. Money had never really been a huge drive to him either, he wanted to be successful, prove that he could come from his past and make something of himself but fame and fortune were never the plan, they just kind of happened along side his success.

This pub was a quiet little place and the people in their generally either didn't know him from any other bloke or simply didn't give a flying hoot who he was, it wasn't like he was dressed like a multi-millionaire with his Superdry T and faded jeans. He'd also been too lazy and ill to bother shaving so was sporting a healthy looking beard that he was beginning to like more and more. He glanced to the TV screen again as the commentators talked excitedly in that 100mp/h they did as the 49ers surged forward for another touch down. "Get in!" he had been and niners fan pretty much since he moved to the states and once he had wrapped his head around all of the rules, when people back home said 'it's a little like rugby' they really had no idea what they were talking about. He stiffed a small laugh at what the guy next to him said about testosterone "I dunno, I'd say hockey's a close contender." he mused, he hadn't got into hockey quite as much as football but he still watched it from time to time, it was the two b-balls he never took to, he didn't see the entertainment in either sports really. "49ers all the way, I'm a soccer fan too though." soccer was just something he was raised with, it was a European thing, they all loved it over there, not that Luxembourger had ever been all that good as a country or any of their clubs. "Oh no, go right ahead." he reached his hand out to shake with the guy "Lucas, nice to meet you."

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[dorian silas archer]

since coming clean, dorian had felt more freespirited and more himself. he was back to his smart-ass ways and kicking back and having a couple of beers just because. he wasn't recognized in this city nor did he know anything about this "social ladder" everyone had been gushing about. if anything, dorian was glad he had no clue what any of this meant. he just knew that amara was considered a lower status citizen because she didn't have a steady income. that would all change because since dorian had outed himself as the prince of denmark he was sure to get some news about that. his life was about to change more in the next couple of weeks than it has ever. the changes he hoped were for the better.

the pub was always quiet, never getting too loud unless it was the superbowl or some big sporting event. he enjoyed the atmosphere and the occasional company of a random stranger. the random stranger infront of him today seemed to be a 49er fan like himself. for the past couple of weeks, he had only sat next to the ones who hated the 49ers and they didn't make good pub-mates. this guy seemed promising. he cheered with him as they got a touchdown, dorian looked over and grinned, this guy really did like football. "ah hockey, yeah, i'd have to agree. it's up there on my list too." dorian said still watching the screen intently, sipping his beer before placing it back on the coaster. "soccer is good too, don't keep up with it enough to have a favourite team though." he shrugged, he enjoyed playing the sport more than watching it. dorian sat right next to the guy, he was open about letting him sit. dorian shook his hand firmly, "pleasure to meet you lucas, wow you've got an amazing handshake.. you must do a lot of business deals." dorian laughed lightly before releasing the shake, "so what do you do around this city?" dorian asked him, he seemed like a really chill guy.

[lucas xavier linden]

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I'M TIRED OF STARING AT THE SUN

Despite not being a huge fan of the fame, Luke's career seemed to be the only thing he could ever get to go right in his life, with his past it wasn't a shock to anyone that the guy might have the odd issue here and there, not even people with her perfect up bringing were perfect but Luke's issue with letting people get close to him was a little different to the average trust problem. Thanks to all of the terrible things that had happened to him over a life time, he had it in his head that everyone he ever cared about, everyone he loved and let into his life, something terrible happened to them, first his mother, then it was his best friend and 'sister' back when he was in care, dying in a raging fire at their orphanage and then again during college when his girlfriend of 3 years was killed in a car accident. It wasn't just the thought that people he loved always died that made him shy away from love and letting people really close to him but the fear that he couldn't actually survive loosing someone he loved that dearly again, 2 times was enough to nearly destroy a person, a third might be the last blow he couldn't handle. All this said, he was still quite the popular guy, he wasn't exactly short on friends, or admirers for that matter and he wasn't one to push people away completely, just those friends he did have were always sort of kept at an arms length, never really, truly knowing him, or anything about his past.

There was lot's Lucas liked about Barney's pub, it was quiet enough, close to his apartment, close to his studio, people didn't bother him because they either didn't recognize him or just didn't care who he was, they played every game of football, or at least they played every game that he wanted to watch, it was just the perfect little place to wind down and have a quite drink, it was kind of a shame that he didn't often have time to come by and actually enjoy it, not that he couldn't have made time, he was the boss of his own company but he also had problems delegating so every second he got free from being at the studio was usually used sleeping or being forced to go to swanky parties by order of his less than loved publicist. "I guess I don't really have a team either when it comes to football, my my local team aren't really anything to shout about, I just kind of follow the sport in general and have teams i like more than others" he shrugged, he liked playing and watching soccer, it had been one of his dreams as a kid, to be a pro footballer, that dream had come and gone pretty quickly though, a. because it wasn't realistic and b. because he was pretty terrible and uncoordinated at it, he'd never been much good at any sports really. The other guys comment about hand shaking made Luke laugh a little "I guess you could say that" if he was to guess an average he'd probably say he shook about 25 hands a day at work. "You have quite the firm handshake yourself." he returned the compliment before returning his hand around his glass of coke. With the next question, Luke considered a few difference answers, he wasn't going to lie but he didn't want to big himself up since this Dorian guy had no idea who he was it would be nice not to be treated like some big shot for a change, people talked to him different, acted different with him when they knew he was rich though it wasn't the easiest thing to play down, the CEO bit or the Producer bit really. "I'm a film maker..." he guess that could be taken either way, for all the Dorian guy knew, he could be some crumby youtube film maker. "What about yourself? What job are you working on in this big city of dreams?" he asked with only a tiny hint of sarcasm. Every he met here seemed to be chasing some kind of dream.

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[dorian silas archer]

dorian hadn't been in this town long enough to get to know the local celebrities. he had heard of some gossip site that all the tweens were buzzing about. he even heard about some famous band homing themselves here. L.A. was home to a lot of crazy people just trying to blend in and live their lives. dorian, being one of them, was just trying to get by on the meager paycheck he received from the tax company he worked at. his prince title had pretty much been vanquished shortly after the fall out at the black and white gala. he knew someone else would be up for the title if he and amara wouldn't be returning to denmark. he couldn't imagine trying to convince amara to return. nor, could he imagine trying to face steph back at home. he still had half his life back at her castle and he didn't want to face the grueling looks of her family.

dorian would have loved to have stayed in the pub all day but pretty soon he'd have to head out and do errands. the pub was amara's version of the library, his escape. he hadn't made many friends in L.A. due to his natural sarcastic humor that drove people away. it made him seem anti-social and a little cocky when he was just trying to be funny. american's got so easily offended and were sensitive to the smallest of jokes. "i agree, no specifics but i always have tsn on my tv. my girl can't stand it because the best games are always on when you have things to do, am i right?" dorian laughed lightly his eyes still on the television. "thanks." dorian said as he received the compliment. he had shaken enough hands back the denmark embassy to know a thing or two about handshaking. he had to shake hands with a client or two during the week. nothing major like a ball or greeting other monarchy heads and their families. "ah nice, what kind of films you do? anything i know?" dorian asked cocking an eyebrow of interest. "i have gotten myself into the exciting and fun world of tax returns." dorian said putting his hand together infront of his face before fanning them across for a sarcastic effect. he laughed lightly, "it's not the best job, but, it's a job." dorian shrugged before sipping his beer.

[lucas xavier linden]

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I'M TIRED OF STARING AT THE SUN

Luke hadn't been sure he would like LA when he first moved here, it was so glisty and glamorous, it was exactly as he had imagined it from seeing it in movies but completely different all at the same time. And it was hot, so hot all of the time, he was used to snowy winters and rainy summers in Europe, especially after the years of college in England. He had taken a lot of a adjusting but it didn't take him long to learn to love it, even if that may have simply been because he had to, it was the most logical place to be as a film producer after all. He'd even come to enjoy the year round heat though he tried to escape around Christmas to somewhere, anywhere snowy, usually Colorado. He didn't like to stay too far, just in case he needed to be back in LA for something.

Apparently Luke had the rest of the day in the pub though he wasn't likely to stay there all day, he'd eventually have to retire back to his apartment and follow his doctors orders whether he liked it or not, he had Brooke coming around later 'to check he wasn't dead yet' as she had so eloquently put it and if she found out he'd spent his whole day in the pub he would be due another ranty lecture much like the one he got from his assistant. Women. "Always. If I'm lucky I get to watch the highlights at the end of the day." that was a lot his own fault being such a workaholic, he could go home and do what he liked most of the time if he would allow himself to delegate a little at work. That wasn't likely to happen though "Though it's not a girl complaining in my life, just work." it was probably a good thing he didn't have a girlfriend, he already didn't have any time for himself never mind if he had to share what little he did have in a relationship. Though for the right person, maybe he would stop spending every hour of his life working, who knew until she came along, it could even be Steph though it was far too early to be thinking anything like that. Luke's little head ticked as he wondered what to say about the movies he had done. He didn't want to lie, but at the same time, he liked not being known for what he was and more for who he was as a person. "A bit of everything, with the exception of animation, that shit's hard, and specialized" he said that but he had big plans to venture into that, eventually. Maybe if he just deflected he didn't have to answer the second part of the question. "Oh really? Sounds like a whale of a time" he said sarcastically, he didn't want to insult the guys job but it seemed he was kind of aware it wasn't the most fun. "I wish I could work right now, do anything, I'm on 'bed rest' and I can't deal with sitting around with nothing to do. It's driving me mad" yes he was aware that you were supposed to do bed rest in a bed and not a bar but he felt fine-ish.

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[dorian silas archer]

the other night dorian had kicked out his little sister tyra for bringing home some drugs. he had found them in a jumble of party clothes while doing laundry. dorian knew that LA could change people, but not his little sister, how much more trouble could tyra get herself into? this town was bad news for her and he just wanted his parents to fly her back to denmark. her new boyfriend was bad news and it made dorian have a headache just thinking about it. he just wanted his little sister to learn that being a royal, she should stay as incognito in LA as possible, that just wasn't the case though.

dorian wouldn't stay here all day, he just wanted to catch the last of the sports game then head home. he knew amara would be bugging him to finish the list of chores. dorian's job didn't seem as demanding as lucas', or as interesting, but at the end of the day the two of them seemed they had the same amount of stresses. although, lucas seemed to really enjoy his job quite a bit more than dorian enjoyed his. "the highlights are always good if you miss a good match. you must be really busy then." dorian chuckled softly, he wondered what it was like being a big-shot CEO. "no girl? wow, that's a big shock. must be very quiet around your place then." dorian smiled, when he was single in LA, his flat sure was quiet... now, amara's singing and her girly music filled the flat. not to mention her constant complaints about how dorian always procrastinated. yup, dorian really was in a real marriage now. dorian loved films and meeting a CEO of a production company was pretty cool in his books. he had a wide range of movies back in denmark, all american and all amazingly directed. "i bet. only animated films i've seen are the disney ones, that was way back though." dorian wasn't a huge fan of animated films, he enjoyed action or thrillers. when dorian mentioned his job, he was happy to have lucas play along with his sarcasm. it was true, his job wasn't the funnest place to be, but a job was a job. "yeah i get a reeeally big thrill from shuffling the files around." dorian said sarcastically. lucas was relaxing at the pub and he was still thinking about his job. this guy really was invested in what he did. "what do you mean 'bed rest'? did they just want you to take some time for yourself?" dorian asked a little curious to why if he loved his job so much... then why did he ever leave?

ooc - sorry this is so late.