It's sadly true. Can't have us banned from the neighborhood bar. Home it is. Be right there.
There isn't time for another text message before she appears.
"Cynric. " His name, first, so her approach from behind doesn't startle, so the hand on his shoulder isn't a complete surprise.
There isn't time for another text message before she appears.
"Cynric. " His name, first, so her approach from behind doesn't startle, so the hand on his shoulder isn't a complete surprise.
He's in the middle of typing something--typing is taking longer while his fingers are this confused--but the sound of her voice hits him happily. Spinning around is a slightly unsteady thing as she touches his arm, beam on his lips.
"Miss Conway."
Can he have a kiss hello? He'd like a kiss hello. Hopefully reaching to tuck her chin is a good sign of that.
"Miss Conway."
Can he have a kiss hello? He'd like a kiss hello. Hopefully reaching to tuck her chin is a good sign of that.
Of course he can have a kiss hello, she'd never refuse. She smiles as his fingertips find her chin, leaning in to press her lips to his.
It's clear he's been here a while. She's hardly one to talk--how many drunken nights has he put up with? Rescued her from? It's not a problem.
"Hello," she says softly, pulling away just far enough to rest her forehead against his.
It's clear he's been here a while. She's hardly one to talk--how many drunken nights has he put up with? Rescued her from? It's not a problem.
"Hello," she says softly, pulling away just far enough to rest her forehead against his.
A sexually exhausted guy in my bed stuffed with lots of snacks sounds quite appealing.
"Yes."
She's certainly not so needy that she can't go a workday without him at her side. They're in no danger of veering into terrible 1990s-movie stalker territory.
But there's a definite absence, when they're apart, subtle. And a definite improvement upon seeing him again, being close enough to press lips together and feel the warmth of his body.
"Did you miss me?"
She's certainly not so needy that she can't go a workday without him at her side. They're in no danger of veering into terrible 1990s-movie stalker territory.
But there's a definite absence, when they're apart, subtle. And a definite improvement upon seeing him again, being close enough to press lips together and feel the warmth of his body.
"Did you miss me?"
Stop laughing at me or I'll forget to bring the snacks.
[A pause, as he thinks hard upon this matter.]
I genuinely do not know.
I genuinely do not know.
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"I did." Which is new for him. He'd missed Simeon for a while, but since then, life had willfully been without many people to miss in it. "So I very cleverly got drunk."
That's a valid response to having an emotional reaction to another human being. Right? Right.
That's a valid response to having an emotional reaction to another human being. Right? Right.
I actually did a thread with you ages ago with a different dude! I'm v. glad to be doing another :>
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2014-01-28 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe.
[Okay, perhaps he feels a little bad for pooping on your dream.]
I have a bottle of rum and a deck of cards?
[If Cynric is hoping for more exciting entertainment than that, he'll have to suggest it himself. Horatio isn't the wildest party animal in town.]
[Okay, perhaps he feels a little bad for pooping on your dream.]
I have a bottle of rum and a deck of cards?
[If Cynric is hoping for more exciting entertainment than that, he'll have to suggest it himself. Horatio isn't the wildest party animal in town.]
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"Oh, is that what brought this on? I'm flattered. But your liver will hate me if you keep this up." She draws away, only far enough to perch on the stool beside his, though she does pull it closer first.
"I'd tell you to come to work with me but that might drive you to drink even faster. Though. Speaking of my workplace and getting drunk, because it seems those are two things that go together with alarming regularity: you now have a standing invitation to come to team-building night."
It may be a "submit him for our inspection" sort of thing. Just a little.
"I'd tell you to come to work with me but that might drive you to drink even faster. Though. Speaking of my workplace and getting drunk, because it seems those are two things that go together with alarming regularity: you now have a standing invitation to come to team-building night."
It may be a "submit him for our inspection" sort of thing. Just a little.
She'll have to give him a moment. It's not even the alcohol in his system at this point. It's just...
...words.
Because he doesn't mind, as much as he would have guessed, that she's hanging on to him. He doesn't mind that she's talking to people at work about him--that apparently he's invited to be vetted.
"Really?"
...words.
Because he doesn't mind, as much as he would have guessed, that she's hanging on to him. He doesn't mind that she's talking to people at work about him--that apparently he's invited to be vetted.
"Really?"
Crazy necromancer out of Baldurs Gate, I think I thread dropped to go look at castles...
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2014-01-28 12:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[What, you don't want to spend hours getting drunkenly lectured on how to play a good hand of wist? Gosh, Cynric, if that's not your idea of fun then I don't know what is...]
Inviting. Or offering, if you'd prefer I come to you?
[Because not everyone wants to hang out in a tiny cabin on what seems to be a permanently docked ship.]
Inviting. Or offering, if you'd prefer I come to you?
[Because not everyone wants to hang out in a tiny cabin on what seems to be a permanently docked ship.]
[No one ever actually wants to play whist. There is no level of drunkenness. None. Cynric is very firm about this.
But.]
But.]
You're inviting. [Letting people breathe in the same room as his violin? Oh no. No no no no no sir no.] And you are being generous with the rum.Tell me compliments about how pretty I am.
[Yep, this is still text messaging...]
[Yep, this is still text messaging...]
She nods, smiling. "Really. Joe wants to meet you. I mean--they all so. But Joe especially. Something about buying you a drink in place of a medal."
For all her fussing and dodging and acting like her editor is a thorn in her side, he's possibly the closest thing she has to a father figure in her life. She's oddly okay with having the two of them meet.
"We'll figure that out later. I'm guessing we should get you home." The water in front of him suggests so; clearly someone decided it was time to cut him off.
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