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[ some kind of open prompts here later....... ]

Edited 2015-07-14 16:00 (UTC)

DRUNKEN ( LOVE )

[ hello. thank you for calling benriya, what can we do for you?.. more like how can benriya be helped, considering the situation they're currently stuck in. it's post-saturday night after a week of horrible jobs - not horrible as in bloody, or violent, but incredibly annoying and time consuming. cat hunting and back to back package deliveries, with a surprise stealth job that neither of them wanted to take.

but they did. after being paid handsomely and rewarded with more than a few choice gifts (read: bottles of liquor), worick decided to help himself. nic and alex were, of course, offered their own fair share to celebrate their financial success and temporary bout of peace.

worick knows that things are about to change around here. he can feel it, sense it, or he's simply paying too much attention to the grim signs blasted all over the radio and painted on walls, signed in blood. but enough of that - he's drunk, finally intoxicated enough to stop thinking and absorbing everything in for one moment. it's exhausting and he doesn't care about all of the details like the particular lilt of alex's accent, every scar that nic's ever worn, the exact angle of his own.

and when he's drunk, he's grabby. reaches for any nearby warm bodies with a sneaky grin on his face. ]

Come on guys, celebrate.

[ the bottle in his hand being waved around is half empty and the 'leh' in his voice is slurred enough to be humorous. ]

Edited 2015-07-17 16:38 (UTC)

[ that nearby warm body is, fortunately for all parties involved, not nic's. if it were, worick would have probably been saved from any future thinking with a swift fist to his face, which would have then devolved into their usual bouts of halfhearted grappling. another way to pass the time, another way to dull the all-too-sharp edges of reality.

but no, not tonight. tonight, worick reeks of alcohol (an expensive kind, from what nic can tell of the richness of it hanging in the air), and so he has removed himself even further away from the situation than usual. leaning with his back against the wall, the window nearby, always nearby, and just within reach of his peripherals. a cooling bottle of mineral water held loosely in one hand.

his other hand is free, moving slowly through the air, mindful of the other man's dulled senses. ]

You're doing that enough for all of us.

[unfortunately for alex, however, that nearby warm body is hers. really, she should have seen it coming, what with worick having access to alcohol and based of the amount he's been drinking if she'd really thought about it she would have realised he'd probably get a little handsey at some point.

handsey. not 'reach-out-and-half-pull-her-into-his-lap'sey.

she squeaks, completely unintentionally, arms flailing slightly when her centre of balance is thrown off and straight into worick's lap. she perches a little awkwardly there, movement hampered by the arm clinging to her and the need to keep an eye on his hands (because if one gravitates to her ass she's biting him. and not in a way he'll enjoy. hopefully.), but doesn't go too out of her way to get free. realistically, she's safe, and she's had a front row seat to just how much worick and nic have been doing this week. tedious and boring as it may have been compared to some of their recent jobs, they've been busy.

all of them, really. she got to have a moment of pride herself that week, when she'd been able to set down her earnings from the evening singing gig Loretta had given her on the table and finally feel like she was giving something back to both of them, after all they'd helped her.]

Don't drink too much. You'll have a hangover in the morning if you do.

[except it's probably too late for that. carefully, so that worick can't see, she makes the sign for a single word that nic can see. whether or not he'll actually do as she's asking is another thing altogether though.]

Help.

Edited 2015-07-17 20:31 (UTC)

[ in his state, it's pretty impressive how worick is still able to read nic's signing. a lesser man wouldn't be able to but here he is, grinning, fully understanding what nic's saying. on the other hand, it's almost impossible for him to forget any of the signs and what they mean.

someday he'll get nic to celebrate too. but until then, they're stuck in this situation where he's quite content with alex on his lap. there isn't anything lecherous about the move - he craves the warmth of another body and it's nice, this is nice, so why not do it. he has one arm slung around her shoulder weighing her down. ]

I'm drinking his share.

[ what great reasoning. hangovers can wait until the morning so worick completely ignores her advice to instead opt for giving her a hug. if she lets him and nic doesn't help her out, that is. ]

[ worick is always drinking his share. of course it helps that nic never drinks in the first place; such an arrangement, like all other arrangements in their lives, just so happens to work out pretty perfectly.

a sappier heart might take more notice of it. but not these guys. surely not these guys.

and, like most things, alex's distress doesn't go unnoticed by nic. but he can tell what is genuine and what isn't, and he's already fairly certain that if she truly didn't want to be there, she wouldn't have allowed it to happen. so, sorry alex, all that signed distress signal gets you is a faint arch of his brows, and a rather pointed lack of anything else.

but he'll keep watch on those wandering hands for you too, of course. just in case. ]

Just don't expect us to clean up after you.

[ lush :P ]

[nic, you traitor. alex give him the grumpiest ... pout? it's sort of a pout. more like just a full on grumpy look. abandoned her to the wolves - in this case the wolf is played by a drunk and snuggly worick.

eventually, it becomes apparent that worick really is just feeling snuggly today, and she relaxes a little into his clinging embrace. this isn't so bad when he's not trying to cop a feel.]

You could save it for later. [and why even give nic a share, they both know he's not going to drink it?? ?] And not guarantee yourself a headache tomorrow.

[hang on, she's gonna try and get that bottle off you, just hold still--]

( hey, hey. minor details. their drinking pattern is only one of many set traditions they have in their lives that was never discussed, but accepted. if anyone dared disturb it outside of their own posturing, well. they'd learn their lesson.

except alex, always the exception, sweet sweet alex who has a heavenly ass. probably not the best idea to say that aloud. regardless, worick continues to think it with her body soft and safe. contact - yes, it's good. good when it comes with nothing else attached. )

If I get a hangover, ya'll make us breakfast - right?

( that's the voice of a man who's used to using powers of persuasion to get what he wants. with alex it's more innocent, less heavy handed, looking more like a fool than a smooth playboy.

a fool for you, he'd say.

in worick's humble opinion, a breakfast for three sounds perfect. a horribly domestic affair that nic will probably leave early from and worick will spend the whole time moaning about the pain. watch that hand alex; he holds it out of reach easily. the only one who could steal it is probably nic, and worick would let him due to the whole 'faster and stronger' thing. )

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