I KISSED A BOY [Dem/Chase]

[Py Ackerman]

[bg=675246][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true] Of all the places in the Menagerie, he was probably now the least fond of the one he had just stepped foot in, something which may have caused others to question his sanity should he have vocalized his thoughts; he had his reasons though, certainly, most of them being his fault. Eyes downcast, Py drew the toe of his trainer uneasily across a panel of the hardwood floor; while faded, the remnants of his blood – or was it another person’s blood? Hard to say, by now, considering how many people passed through the place all the time – still remained, forever etched into the grains. It was easy to remember that day when he’d brought the whelp back to Carna; he’d been having flashbacks of it all afternoon, none of which helped to put his mind at ease. He didn’t fancy getting in another fight with some random passerby. Still, though, he carried on, noting with some satisfaction that at least the bottle shards had been cleared away, probably by the Keepers or someone with a penchant for cleanliness. Broken bottles weren’t his forte, either. The Carna edged around a table, gently nudged a chair out of the way with his foot, and reached the counter in no time at all. He paused to blink at it momentarily, sizing up the jump, then hopped it with only the slightest of effort – it was a well practiced move, after all, from his earlier years. From there he set about raiding the contents hidden beneath the counter, placing a few bottles up top it and cradling the last one in his hand as though it were something dear to him. Rum, though of the spiced variety he’d come to favor. Just another thing reminiscent of that day. Heaving a small sigh, he smiled before cracking open the cap and took a small swallow of it, then scooted back around the bar and perched on one of the several stools lined up against it, eyes trained towards the entrance. Py didn’t have to wait long before the familiar face of Dmitri passed into his vision, and his grin grew wider as he took another sip, peering over the rim of the bottle with an expression that was nothing short of cheeky. After a brief exchange where the shorter man was chastised for starting up drinking early, it wasn’t long before they were both settled on the stools, chatting and nursing at their drinks, their intention of getting tipsy fulfilled sooner rather than later. The buzz was pleasant, the conversation warm, and finally, that feeling of dread ebbed away in the face of good company. He’d forgiven Dmitri, and Holly, of what had happened before, not even entirely blaming them. It’s not as though he’d blatantly declared that Holly had been his, and so he had, more or less, himself to blame for it. Besides, friends were hard to come by in the Menagerie and being surrounded by allies rather than enemies suited him far better. Presently, he leaned over towards the other man, both eyebrows quirked upwards quizzically, and pointed at a pack he noticed sticking out of Dem’s pocket, a pack of what he could only presume were cigarettes, though he had little idea of what kind. Not that it mattered; any would be wonderful – he’d been craving them ever since he’d been dumped in this place. Smirking slowly, he muttered, “If those are what I think they are, I’ll trade you something special for one. And I don’t mean my lighter, as valuable as it may be.” As if to show him what exactly it was that he meant, he tapped his lips briefly, eyes glinting with mirth. word count; 500somethingoranother ooc; ....and I (he) liked itttt. 8D ...FFF, AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT, JEEBUS D8 kso, posting order shall be Dem, then Chase. ...Chaseee can run into them in the bar? o3o ...from there, he will have no escape u.u; /shot

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