{ooc; In case we didn't have enough threads, silliness is ensuing.}
He won't remember the whole night. Or the whole day. He'll just remember bits and pieces. He'll remember the cheering in the bar. He'll remember the happiness in her voice at it being their home.
And he'll remember this quiet moment of clinging to her hands in the bathroom, deciding he was going to sit down in the morning to start penning out his opera.
Standing up is an unsteady thing. The laugh that bubbles up to his lips is also, somehow, slurred as he bumps his forehead to hers. "'course not. Ridiculous, Lois. Next you'll be asking 'f I'm Superman."
He's just going to cling if she's got his pants under control.
He won't remember the whole night. Or the whole day. He'll just remember bits and pieces. He'll remember the cheering in the bar. He'll remember the happiness in her voice at it being their home.
And he'll remember this quiet moment of clinging to her hands in the bathroom, deciding he was going to sit down in the morning to start penning out his opera.
Standing up is an unsteady thing. The laugh that bubbles up to his lips is also, somehow, slurred as he bumps his forehead to hers. "'course not. Ridiculous, Lois. Next you'll be asking 'f I'm Superman."
He's just going to cling if she's got his pants under control.
[ooc: ...no help that's one of my favorite memes. I'll be there shortly for yours and to pile some people in. :|a]
His pants are totally under control, nothing to worry about. She can finish undressing him and hold him up at the same time. "Well, if you are," she laughs, pushing what's left of his clothing down past his hips, "your secret is safe with me. And can apparently be hidden by a pair of really ugly glasses, disguises are an easy thing, I guess."
She lets him rest against her for a few long moments, before she steps back slightly, reaching for his hands. "Here. Step out of those and then we can get you in the tub."
His pants are totally under control, nothing to worry about. She can finish undressing him and hold him up at the same time. "Well, if you are," she laughs, pushing what's left of his clothing down past his hips, "your secret is safe with me. And can apparently be hidden by a pair of really ugly glasses, disguises are an easy thing, I guess."
She lets him rest against her for a few long moments, before she steps back slightly, reaching for his hands. "Here. Step out of those and then we can get you in the tub."
[Safe on the couch. Safe from herself. Important.
Also important is settling down on the floor beside her, hand light and friendly on her hair. Just keep with the breathing and the not throwing up everywhere, lovely lady flower friend.]
Better?
Also important is settling down on the floor beside her, hand light and friendly on her hair. Just keep with the breathing and the not throwing up everywhere, lovely lady flower friend.]
Better?
[ooc; Success! \o/]
"It's difficult, all the double life and bad prescriptions."
Woe to Supes. Woe to all the poor superheroes with their masks or their glasses or their names which clearly implied who they were.
Kicking off the pants around his legs certainly requires leaning against her. Getting into the tub absolutely requires her assistance. But then she'll join him, yes? Yes.
"It's difficult, all the double life and bad prescriptions."
Woe to Supes. Woe to all the poor superheroes with their masks or their glasses or their names which clearly implied who they were.
Kicking off the pants around his legs certainly requires leaning against her. Getting into the tub absolutely requires her assistance. But then she'll join him, yes? Yes.
She will join him. Once she's sure he's safely in the tub, she steps back and undresses. Her clothes get piled on top of his, safely out of the way of the tub, and she pulls a couple of towels down from the linen closet too, setting those within reach.
She steps carefully into the tub, lowering herself without tripping over or sitting on any of his limbs. She settles against him, her back to his chest, sighing contentedly.
"The water's not too hot? I didn't set it to my usual standard of 'boiling'."
She steps carefully into the tub, lowering herself without tripping over or sitting on any of his limbs. She settles against him, her back to his chest, sighing contentedly.
"The water's not too hot? I didn't set it to my usual standard of 'boiling'."
Rachel Conway is a very distracting woman when she's naked. It counteracts the exhaustive effects of having so much alcohol pounding through his system--and her ridiculously warm water surrounding him in the tub.
The counteraction fades slightly as she climbs in after him and he can get arms warm and right around her. Her hair is the perfect place to bury his nose and purr.
"'s perfect. Honest."
The counteraction fades slightly as she climbs in after him and he can get arms warm and right around her. Her hair is the perfect place to bury his nose and purr.
"'s perfect. Honest."
[She's doing well on not throwing up. They're both lucky that, a stern stomach not withstanding, she's very hard to unbalance. Even drunk, even tumbling up the wrong stairs, there's enough confidence in her balance that she's not nauseous. Not while no longer hopping around, at least. As long as there's no more little teapots, they're both probably safe from her stomach contents.
Not safe from her grinning though, or her leaning up until his hand.] Fuzzy.
[Wait, he asked something right? Something about...] Yes. [That should answer well. She's in a good mood, surely a 'yes' is in order.
So is rolling onto her side, then deciding her back is better. The ceiling's not bad to look at, though it could stand to be still longer. She tries to hide her yawn with a hand.]
Not safe from her grinning though, or her leaning up until his hand.] Fuzzy.
[Wait, he asked something right? Something about...] Yes. [That should answer well. She's in a good mood, surely a 'yes' is in order.
So is rolling onto her side, then deciding her back is better. The ceiling's not bad to look at, though it could stand to be still longer. She tries to hide her yawn with a hand.]
"Okay, good."
She squirms a little, settling in even closer. She leans back, resting the back of her head against him. It isn't quite tucking her head under his chin, but it'll do.
"If your agent gives you any trouble over turning down work, send him to me. I'll handle him."
She squirms a little, settling in even closer. She leans back, resting the back of her head against him. It isn't quite tucking her head under his chin, but it'll do.
"If your agent gives you any trouble over turning down work, send him to me. I'll handle him."
I'm quite tired of trying to make you interested in myself. It seems to me you like the snacks more. So I'll take a nap while you're having sex with the snacks. Unless you have a better idea.
[She wonders if Cynric was serius about the sex part. She suspects he only wanted food for free.]
[She wonders if Cynric was serius about the sex part. She suspects he only wanted food for free.]
[That answer was maybe 0.5% of the distance you'll need to travel before you have earned rum, in Horatio's eyes. In the mean time, he retrieves a loaf of unremarkable, supermarket bought bread, and sets about preparing Cynric a sandwich while the coffee brews.
Horatio will make someone a lovely wife some day.]
Here.
[Annnd he's just going to set that plate, bearing a ham sandwich neatly cut into triangles, in front of Cynric.]
The coffee should take another moment or so, but you can get this eaten while you wait.
Horatio will make someone a lovely wife some day.]
Here.
[Annnd he's just going to set that plate, bearing a ham sandwich neatly cut into triangles, in front of Cynric.]
The coffee should take another moment or so, but you can get this eaten while you wait.
[99.5% to go. He is the captain of his sobriety ship. He is the master of his getting-the-rum fate.
And he has kisses to blow for the sandwich because lOOK HOW IT IS IN BEAUTIFUL LITTLE TRIANGLES he could sob. He could sob but instead he will eat them.
--although.] Wh'm mm ea'im thi'?
[Maybe he shouldn't question with his mouth full. Maybe.
Maybe.]
And he has kisses to blow for the sandwich because lOOK HOW IT IS IN BEAUTIFUL LITTLE TRIANGLES he could sob. He could sob but instead he will eat them.
--although.] Wh'm mm ea'im thi'?
[Maybe he shouldn't question with his mouth full. Maybe.
Maybe.]
[Should Horatio tell him it's to sober him up? Or will that make Cynric defiantly refuse another bite of the beautiful triangle sandwich?]
You did say you wanted snacks, remember?
[A lovely snack. Maybe coffee is a snack as well? It's brewed, at least, and Horatio carefully depresses the plunger, before pouring out two cups, and placing one in front of Cynric to go with his sandwich.
Coffee and Sandwiches! See, isn't this so much better than rum.]
You did say you wanted snacks, remember?
[A lovely snack. Maybe coffee is a snack as well? It's brewed, at least, and Horatio carefully depresses the plunger, before pouring out two cups, and placing one in front of Cynric to go with his sandwich.
Coffee and Sandwiches! See, isn't this so much better than rum.]
You're around so early! \o/ and I'm around so late. The world is topsy turvy.
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mind_overmatter
2014-02-06 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
Mmm. [She's giving it thought. Some serious thought.
And there's an argument for both sides. Stories are fun. The stars in her vision are also fun.]
Yes. [Or at least the voice. She needs to know there's someone there til she falls asleep, story-telling or not.] Cynric? 've got a question first.
[Not that she'll be awake much longer by the looks of it.]
And there's an argument for both sides. Stories are fun. The stars in her vision are also fun.]
Yes. [Or at least the voice. She needs to know there's someone there til she falls asleep, story-telling or not.] Cynric? 've got a question first.
[Not that she'll be awake much longer by the looks of it.]
"We are a good team." She takes one of his hands and laces her fingers through his so she can use that hold on him to draw his arm tighter across her body. "You have yet to actually meet my boss yet. I guess it remains to be seen if I'm in need of avenging. He's... not really so bad, despite all the shouting we do at each other. It's like... If you took Maks and Pierre and put them together, I guess."
Hopefully that's neat shorthand for "tough on me and sometimes a pain in the ass, but a fatherly sort of figure and a good man, too".
Hopefully that's neat shorthand for "tough on me and sometimes a pain in the ass, but a fatherly sort of figure and a good man, too".
"Put them together?" Give him a second. You're blowing his intoxicated mind. "That'd make... the best human person."
And this best human person purportedly owed him a drink the next time there was team bonding. It's overwhelming. Or, well. Overwhelming when already sloshed.
"You've got t' bring me with you next time."
And this best human person purportedly owed him a drink the next time there was team bonding. It's overwhelming. Or, well. Overwhelming when already sloshed.
"You've got t' bring me with you next time."
[It's all good. It's all her working to adjust to her (he'd put good money on it) first time being blitzed. It's all their version of holding back her hair on a horribly drunken escapade.
His mouth opens to launch into a story. There are a million old German fairy tales constantly on the tip of his tongue for emergency 'and now I just need to talk' situations.
But. Apparently a question.]
Go on, then.
His mouth opens to launch into a story. There are a million old German fairy tales constantly on the tip of his tongue for emergency 'and now I just need to talk' situations.
But. Apparently a question.]
Go on, then.
usually 9-10 is bedtime, yeah! Late last night bc 'D&D' (we didn't. We were just ludicrous together)
mind_overmatter
2014-02-06 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[She'll still probably ask for the story afterwards. Or perhaps her question will inspire one all on its own accord. Who knows.
Lee just knows that she's glad there's someone else's voice around when the world won't stop vibrating.] Okay okay.
So how do you-- you're better with people than me.
[She's looking up at him with slightly squinted eyes but an entirely lopsided smile.] So how do you know when it's right to sleep with someone.
Not that I want to. [Giggling, she's giggling, and yet she thinks she's being sneaky. At least this clearly isn't a crying matter of unrequited love yet.]
Lee just knows that she's glad there's someone else's voice around when the world won't stop vibrating.] Okay okay.
So how do you-- you're better with people than me.
[She's looking up at him with slightly squinted eyes but an entirely lopsided smile.] So how do you know when it's right to sleep with someone.
Not that I want to. [Giggling, she's giggling, and yet she thinks she's being sneaky. At least this clearly isn't a crying matter of unrequited love yet.]
Because your mouth is full of the snacks and not with me?
[Isn't it Cynric who's committing heavy vore against the innocent, defenseless pretzels? Apacci is ready to offer her own body in order to save the food of further violation, though. She's kind of jealous of them, actually.]
[Isn't it Cynric who's committing heavy vore against the innocent, defenseless pretzels? Apacci is ready to offer her own body in order to save the food of further violation, though. She's kind of jealous of them, actually.]
[Oh god, Cynric, don't you remember the: Not until you're married, conversation.]
Naps are probably an excellent idea, actually.
[Just not going to respond to that bit about the sex. Snacks and naps take you most of the way there...]
Naps are probably an excellent idea, actually.
[Just not going to respond to that bit about the sex. Snacks and naps take you most of the way there...]
[Oh.
Hello, briefly serious question. What are you doing here amid the drunken revelry of it all?
There's a calm hum on his lips as he continues to smooth protectively at her hair. Just because he's fairly certain she won't remember anything about anything when she wakes up doesn't mean she doesn't deserve a good answer.]
When y' properly know them, and that they'll still respect you in the morning.
[Not what he lived by, but what he wanted for her.]
Hello, briefly serious question. What are you doing here amid the drunken revelry of it all?
There's a calm hum on his lips as he continues to smooth protectively at her hair. Just because he's fairly certain she won't remember anything about anything when she wakes up doesn't mean she doesn't deserve a good answer.]
When y' properly know them, and that they'll still respect you in the morning.
[Not what he lived by, but what he wanted for her.]
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