slightlyoffchilt | - IC CONTACT POST FOR MASKORMENACE -

Oh, I won't badger for specifics.

[Names weren't too specific, right? Some ghastly part of Chilton was dying to know which deviant imPorts had the foresight to sign up for a defense attorney well ahead of their inevitable psychological explosions. It's not like Chilton was going to inquire the quality of the legal issues, of course!]

How's the money? [He caught Jeff's appraisal of the couch. Perhaps it was crass to speak of income -- but Chilton, for all his pretension and elegance, maintained some level of selfish insensitivity.] Up to your usual standard?

[It's hard not to keep an air of smugness about just what Jeff knows, because oh God he sure does know some shit he probably shouldn't. Thankfully that smugness could just as easily be thought to exist thanks to his success or just Jeff's usual self-approval. Always a smug asshole.

He takes a thoughtful sip of his wine, letting it rest against his pallette for a few lingering seconds before swallowing it down. Enough time for him to consider the questions.]

Better than yours, I imagine. It's amazing what people will pay for freedom, security and anonymity. [Jeff offers all three and so much more. He's a representative, a PR man, a protector and a provider. He can get people out of trouble and others into trouble, and move pieces on the board wherever the hell he feels like. It's no wonder he has somewhat of a superiority complex. He craves control and lawyering provides it in abundance.]

I never quite got there back home. Disbarred just as my career was peaking. I was stupid the second time around, trying to open a firm that helped people. There's no money in it. Pro bono work and helping the little man isn't a sustainable business, it's a charity.

I don't know about that. [Said Chilton, in reference to Jeff's comment about making more. Though, to be quite frank, only one patient was skewing those numbers: Walter White.

Ironically.]

What got you disbarred? [It was a surprising confession, though one that Jeff had clearly gotten over to reveal it so casually. But that was all news to Chilton, and he couldn't help but wonder how someone as smooth chatting as Jeff Winger would actually face such dire consequences.

If the angle was to distract Chilton from his own clientele, then Winger was quite successful. The psychiatrist peered curiously, his lips just barely touching the rim of the glass in hand.]

[Walt giveth and he taketh away. And also acts like a huge dick about it in the process. But it's okay because right now he's givething Jeff a whole lot and it makes this lawyer extremely happy.]

I was found out for the fraud I was. [Not a single shred of shame in his words, rather the opposite in fact if that pleased smirk is anything to go by. Yes, he was caught thanks to a backstabbing colleague, but there's nothing wrong with the pride he has for his own achievement at even getting their in the first place. Yes, Chilton, let him distract you from talk of his clientele, while he totally distracts himself with his own success at being a liar.]

I'd never been to law school. I entirely faked my diploma from Columbia, cheated on my LSATS and managed to get into one of the top law firms in Colorado. Even won all my cases. I gained all the success I could dream of by lying, and that still feels pretty great. [It's so nice to be smug about his less than favourable choices and not be reprimanded by someone (ie any of his friends from home).]

I don't really see the issue.

[While Chilton was enamored with academic circles and high accolades from the upper crust of the intelligentsia, he always felt that his due from them had never fully been paid. Chilton would, in his coming years, lie about Hannibal Lecter for the sake of his best seller psychiatric book debut, he would enlist Alana Bloom to lie with him -- and his success would be meteoric. What did it matter? Outcome was what society cared about more, and it was evident in the glorification of those few starry individuals.

In other words, Chilton's morality on this matter had already sided with Jeff.]

You're a defense attorney. It ought to be understood that tip-toeing around the law is how you butter your bread.

More wine?

Yeah. [Seems a shame to drink good wine so quickly, but he knocks back the rest of his glass regardless because turning down the offer for more is something he can never do.]

I never got what the problem was. A lawyer that can cheat and lie his way to the top should be revered not kicked away. Pretty telling of what shit they expect when they accepted me back on community college diploma of Education. They can't accept a guy from grabbing his own success, but they're perfectly happy for him to drag himself through crap for four years just to gather a few credits. It's backwards. [He has many feels about this! And his failure after he returned to law makes him all that more bitter. For a while he thought college had ruined his talent for lawyering, but it turns out that all that was holding him back were morals. It's damn nice to be rid of those again.]

See, you're a smart guy, Chilts. That's why we get along.

[Quick to oblige, Chilton soon helped himself. The dent in their vintage made little difference to him, as the doctor had long ago prescribed a large wine collection. It was unlikely they they'd run dry this evening -- which was probably better for the sake of conversation. While Chilton was always close to an alcoholic beverage in hand, it was rare for him to become too confrontational when imbibed. Given the content of a reoccurring theme about friendship, it was better for both their sakes that Chilton keep as functionally intoxicated as possible.]

Are you relieved, then? That our pasts can't post a paper trail here. You haven't the same inconvenience as you had before, losing four years of your prime career to -- what? A community college?

[Well, less confrontational didn't mean less of an elitist asshole.]

While we're not entitled to the same placement on the track as we've left it, we are allowed a few short cuts. And you -- look at you! Already running a firm, already collecting business.

[It's still hard to judge whether Jeff's powers of adaptation are a help or hindrance. While sometimes he finds himself 'adapting' to the alcohol far quicker than he can drink it, it does at least mean that chucking up mixed drinks and getting hangovers is a thing of the past. It doesn't mean he's safe from crying at the most ridiculous things and making the poor life choices that come from drunkenness. He's stocked up well over the course of the day, and this wine might just help him along enough to make this a proper boys night in of drunken movie nights rather than dull sobriety. Because not drinking is obviously dull.]

Not relieved, no. I never regretted what happened. I guess inconvenience is a good enough word choice but college brought about other things. [Like friends and morals and a woman he's never really made a move on but wishes he had. And a shitty low paid job as a teacher... Elitist asshole is allowed to judge that sort of shit. Jeff doesn't really blame him.]

But yeah, this place offers me more. I get the attention I deserve thanks to my show and that's given me the boost I needed to get clients. It's win win.

[Having therapists friends can be a bonus when it means Jeff can talk about himself for hours, but he supposes he should play the good house guest and at least acknowledge Chilton.] You haven't exactly been doing bad from the reset yourself.

There will always be people in need of psychiatric care. [Chilton commented, right before taking a lengthy sip. In truth, while he enjoyed the celebrity of an imPort psychiatrist and while his published papers to the American Psychiatric Association were groundbreaking (mostly by default), Chilton nevertheless yearned for some of the absolute control he had maintained over the darker halls of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. There was a trade off inherent, and Chilton could find himself nostalgic for his dominion.

But he was planning to satisfy that yearn.]

How are the ratings to your show? Better than Lucifer's?

[Nothing wrong with a little healthy competition.]

[A slow nod of agreement at the initial statement. Even men as perfect as Jeff need a therapist of some variety to talk to, and what better than a psychiatrist? He could only assume business was booming, what with all the 'crazies' he's seen running around.

The question gets little more than a slow shrug, ignoring any implications that Chilton may be steering towards. Jeff doesn't tend to compare ratings, if only because he might not like what he sees. It's tough to go up against actual Satan when it comes to viewing numbers. He pointedly avoids fully answering the question in typical lawyer fashion.]

I got good numbers considering the time slot, even talks of moving to prime. The collaboration helped get my name out even, gave us both new fans that might not have taken a look before. Thing is, I gotta work at getting my name out and known to the general public. Lucifer? He's kind of had since the dawn of time to get his name out there. Everyone knows the guy and he already comes with a fan base and strict opposers. Even the ones who hate him still tune in just to see what he's doing. [Somewhat jealous, apparently.]

So you're saying it isn't fair to compare? You're both intended for different networks?

[While he phrased it gently enough, innocently enough, Chilton knew what the staggering of comparison could potentially do; if the implication was that Jeff wasn't on Lucifer's level, that might inspire a pique of envy. Chilton's impulse to prod and poke (even playfully) was something born more from his habit of separation. Psychiatry was a lonely life -- at least, as far as unsympathetic Frederick Chilton was concerned.

And habits weren't easily dissolved.

Chilton kept an eye on his company, eager to catch any emotional snag.]

Perhaps we should watch your show, instead? Are you at the rerun stage?

Damn right, we are!

[And there's that snag Chilton's looking for, a slight twitch of a muscle at Jeff's jaw as his teeth grind, wine sloshing in his glass as he gestures just a little too vigorously with his hand.] His is reality show bullshit on par with the Kardashian's. Mine is an informative documentary with actual substance. Mine is the Blue Planet to his E! News.

[Maybe if he says it enough it'll actually come true. Maybe. It's clear enough that Jeff wants his show to succeed though, and really it's not been doing too badly for daytime viewing if only thanks to the loyalty of students, housewives and retired.]

You have seen it already, right? You're not trying to suggest you've never bothered watching it before...?

Oh no, Jeff! Oh no. [Chilton was quick to react to that implication, quick to reassure. Whether or not his protests were in fact authentic were beside the point, at least to the doctor's estimation; he wanted Jeff in a pleasant mental state. Not hulking out with confidence, but nevertheless lulled.]

I simply meant that we could watch a few episodes -- the whole season? -- together. I'm fascinated to get your behind-the-scenes perspective. Who better to indulge in commentary with than the man who is the show?

And, like you said, yours is a show of substance. [A beat.] I have a lot more wine.

[Jeff not hulking out is a fine choice for all involved, but some light ego stroking is always welcome.]

Like a blu ray commentary? I guess we could go for that. [Drawing the subject back onto Jeff means that his annoyance over Lucifer's success soon fades, replaced by thoughts of a boys night in with all focus centred on him.]

Well, if you can keep the wine topped up and think you can cope with replacing Nicholson with Winger, then I'm up for it.

Edited 2015-08-20 20:30 (UTC)

[ Although Jeff was coming over, Raina certainly wasn't going to miss the unwinding routine of her nightly bath -- a pampered experience full of bubbles, bath bombs, scented oils, candles and whatever book she happened to be reading at the time. This washed away all the day's troubles and grime and was usually followed up by her second unwinding routine which often involved Frederick and a body part of his choosing. Frederick might have been preoccupied, but Raina wasn't one to change up her routines so easily. The plan always was for Jeff to join in someday.

With her curled hair clipped up, a few stray ringlets spilling into her face, Raina headed downstairs wearing a very sheer nightgown and robe. And it became very clear that she wore nothing beneath that see through fabric. ]

Oh. I didn't know we had company.

[ Lied Raina as she approached, leaned in and kissed Chilton with full on passion -- lips, teeth, tongue. Such a normal, chaste greeting. And only afterward, did she turn to Jeff. ]

Did I just hear you say you needed your wine topped off?

[ And she pretty much leaned over him, letting him get an up close view of the nothingness beneath her nightgown as she refilled his drink -- coming up with a knowing grin. ]

Hi, Jeff. Do you want a greeting kiss, too?

[Chilton glanced at her coquettish statement -- he was certain he had inquired for permission. After all, given his occasional stint in hot water, the psychiatrist couldn't risk another punishment for his alleged naughty tendencies. Just as he was about to protest his innocence, Raina met his lips with her own. He nearly dropped the wine glass in hand, so stirred were his passions -- kissing back, the slightest of moans, his tongue tasting hers.

The man was still somewhat dazed when she broke the kiss to address their company.]

Oh -- ah. I already have given him one, he doesn't require another.

[A blatant lie, of course, but Chilton couldn't help his uneasy feeling when she looked at Jeff and approached him in that way. Hadn't he already shared his wine?]

[Nice to know that Chilton's a massive liar even on such a sacred night as a boys night in. Yes, Jeff remembers the comment about not knowing where Raina is, and notes she must have so blatantly been upstairs that Fred must have known. It's not something he'll concern himself with too much right now anyway, not when the view is something to behold.

It's impossible not to stare, not when she's making quite such a display of her appearance, and Jeff does so unblinkingly. He manages to avert his gaze for just some of that kiss, if only out of some level of decency, but his eyes are right back on her as she leans towards him.

There's nothing underneath that gown. Not a single thing. And yet even with her cleavage far too close to his face, Jeff can't help but register Chilton sitting right beside him. Hands off, right? Probably best not to start groping some guy's partner while in the same room...]

Uh... [Pull it together, Jeffrey. It's just a good looking lady topping up your wine. You've had that happen before, right?] I'm good on the kissing front, thanks. Just ignore Fred, he's delusional.

[ Although Raina knew they both meant that Jeff 'was good' on the wine, the way they both said it in response to her question about giving Jeff a kiss left Raina to smile wide. ]

Oh. So you've already given him a kiss then, Frederick?

[ Her eyes flickered toward Chilton. ]

Is that what the two of you have been doing?

[ And she wedged into the space between them, pressed right up to Chilton, her hand tracing his inseam of his pants up and down. ]

I would be sad if you two didn't wait for me.

[ And the opposite hand reached over to mirror what she was doing to Chilton on Jeff. ]

He did not particularly appreciate it. [Said Chilton, his eyes on Jeff. Watching. His good buddy Jeff, understandably looking stressed under the attentions of his nearly nude girlfriend.] But the fault was mine -- wasn't the correct body part.

[Frederick "I'm Too Refined To Make An Explicit Ass-Kissing Joke So I'll Say Something Ambiguous That Sounds Like Innuendo Instead" Chilton, everyone.]

Really, Raina, I hadn't expected you to -- [A beat.] Oh. [He glanced at her exploratory fingers, his shoulders suddenly tense. There was no way to subtly mask what was sure to bulge between his legs. Punishment, he assumed. So deep into his fretting was Chilton that he hadn't even noticed his good buddy Jeff Winger exposed to similar fingers.]

[Well this evening certainly took a very sudden detour from wine and movies. It's not often Jeff's left without a smart answer or easy comeback to a scenario, but he'll happily admit this one has defeated him already. If nothing else, he can openly admit that this has never ever happened to him before, and the uniqueness of it is almost enough to rescue the whole thing.

The uniqueness doesn't actually solve the issue of Raina wedging herself between them though, or of Chilton sitting only a couple of feet away, or the hand that's creeping against Jeff's ridiculously expensive designer jeans. His arm still sprawled across the back of the couch suddenly feels a little too inviting, and it's really a miracle that the sight alone hasn't got Jeff instantly aroused, but he'll put it down to confusion and uncertainty. It doesn't seem right to start getting a boner over a bro's ho.

He's not sure what signals he should be sending here. He's not even sure what's an acceptable response to this.]

Raina. Darling. You're kind of interrupting a movie night. Right, Chilts? [Nailed it.]

Chilts.

[ She repeated in both disgust and absurdity. Did Chilton really allow that kind of nickname? It made him sound like a breakfast cereal or something equally unappetizing. Her attention drifted to Chilton, raising an eyebrow. Didn't he yearn for more respect than that? -- was her unspoken question.

And she then planted a kiss on Chilton's shoulder in parting before she eased over to Jeff, swinging a leg across his hips and straddling him. Raina had always teased him, but as far as she was concerned, he entered her spider web willingly and now it was her choice to do with him what she would. ]

Am I interrupting? Or am I proposing a much better use for your time? You're both good friends. Why not deepen that friendship?

[ She leaned in, beginning to rain teasing kisses along the side of Jeff's throat. And hopefully while having him distracted, he wouldn't notice as she took his hand and guided it directly to Chilton's lap. ]

You always talk a good game with me, Jeff. Don't tell me when it comes down to it, you're all talk and no action. I thought you were better than that.

[Chilton sunk a little into his seat under Raina's glance, his mouth a frown and his gaze focused forward. In truth -- yes, the nickname was somewhat silly, and yes the man craved respect and power. But he also craved a cure to his lonesome isolation, and that feeling of boyish acceptance from Jeff competed heavily with his former needs. It was nice, to have that sort of familiarity with someone like Jeff Winger -- popular, winsome, humorous Jeff Winger.

It was nice to have someone who would do a boys's night in with him.]

We were going to watch Jeff's show, Raina. Winger over Nicholson, as it were. Moreover -- [He cleared his throat, when Raina proposed a threesome. Not that Chilton hadn't cajoled the same thing, when Jeff was pursuing Raina, but that was before movie night.] I -- [Chilton glanced over, catching the sight of Raina enamored with Jeff's throat. And then glanced down, at the hand belonging to Jeff and headed to his own lap, under the guidance of Raina's own. He didn't protest, partially because Chilton was so indulgent of Raina, and partially because he knew she did this to spite him for his prior... Misbehavior.

But one fact stood: Chilton was pretty sure this was not the average itinerary for movie night.]

[The nickname is staying no matter how much judging Raina does. Like Fred's need for acceptance, Jeff craves that familiarity just as much, a craving for people to rely on and be there for company when the need arose.

This is just closer company than he'd been expecting, and as Raina climbs into his lap (Jeff being careful not to spill his wine), he realises that escape is becoming that much more difficult. She presents a physical barrier, one that he'd have to push just to pass, and does he really want to push a barely clothed woman off his lap? Hadn't he been vying for her attentions since they both arrived in this world? Was he not a man of action?!

There would be words. Many of them, but there's lips dusting his throat and jesus, that's distracting. Chilton is absolutely no help at all either, but the poor guy probably has his own distractions, distractions like--]

Oh, ffff-- c'mon! [His hand yanks away the second he registers where it had been placed, lightning quick like he'd just been burnt and instead almost instinctually shifting it to cup Raina's hip, his thumb tracing light circles against the sheer fabric. Fred does get some of Jeff's attention though, a long stare with raised brows that's silently settling somewhere between The hell am I meant to do? and You ok, bro?! This your girl, bro. Your girls in my lap, bro.. Chilton's meant to be the Raina expert here, not Jeff. Jeff's only dealings with her have been brief and in controlled environments.]

Edited 2015-08-23 17:21 (UTC)

Mmm? Why watch him perform on screen when he can do so for us in person, Frederick?

[ Her tone was lilting and playful, as though they were co-conspirators. As though she wasn't the only one running this show. When Jeff touched her, she was so pliant and responsive, encouraging it. But there was a very clear difference between what Chilton received of Raina and what Jeff was getting. Her attentions housed no affection. And although her lust seemed genuine, it wasn't the out of control desire she had with Chilton. Everything about this was Raina in control, Raina in her element, Raina displaying her complete and total sexual power over someone else. And she did it for her psychiatrist boyfriend who may have been curious about how she manipulated, who may have wanted to observe and dissect her behaviors, her power that he had never truly witnessed because he had never truly been on the receiving end.

It was poor Jeff who was the receptacle right now. with Raina pushing every boundary until she was sure his resolve would crumble and break.

Her hands came up to catch Jeff by the cheeks, forcing him to look at her. No more silent pleading to Chilton. Because all of a sudden, her lips were on his, kissing him aggressively, nimble fingers moving down to trace the outline of Jeff's package through his jeans. ]

[While it was fascinating to watch Raina's methodology unfold, Chilton couldn't help but feel some twitch of concern for Jeff. Raina was relentless, she was a pyre of beautiful flesh and supple lips, and of course it was a struggle to deny her -- Chilton knew that. He knew that firsthand. He knew she was showing off for him now, and it wasn't jealousy that ruptured beneath his ribcage.

It was some other uncomfortable feeling, something like a kissing cousin to guilt. Chilton didn't like it.

He had promised Jeff a relaxing night. He had promised alcohol and television.]

This is less the show and more the dinner, Raina.

[He observed, as she took Jeff's face in her hands and ravished his mouth. Chilton took another sip of wine, thinking that was a fine way of stalling.]

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