Eiryk claimed that he could not be a pirate without an eye patch, eyeliner or a parrot. Cris raised his eyebrows and was about to comment on the situation when Rowan went on a diatribe about how he, as an actual pirate, had never worn an eye patch, owned a parrot or worn eyeliner while following the piracy career path. He did chuckle at the thought of a bird that squawked about Ikea and felt that they could send it along on Eiryk's consultations....if he wanted to steal their pirate/steam punk interior design business.
"I have worn eyeliner. I have a best friend who hangs out with crows and can speak to parrots...sort of but I cannot say that I have ever worn an eye patch.†Cris held up a finger. "But! I have worn bandages over one eye or the other. Certainly would have ended up with an eye patch had I been human.†Hopefully those were enough to count; though he was not entirely sure why he was working so hard at being considered an honorary pirate. Perhaps it was because Rowan had been one and was still claiming to be one. He wanted to share in something that his partner enjoyed, at least in jest. In truth the idea of piracy went against his nature which wanted there to be law and order.
He nodded at Rowan and went to the shot. "As you wish.†Cris knocked back the rum and set the empty glass back on the table. He carefully poured another and then handed the wii remote to Eiryk.
"No, if Eiryk is playing then he is himself.†Cris took Rowan's remote from him and took the time to change avatars. It would be better if he was playing his own mii. The computer knew his height and Rowan's and he didn't want it to be looking for him to be six feet tall. Plus it gave his body time to adjust to the quick dose of alcohol he just gave it. For a moment his head swam and his muscles felt all loose and warm. It would pass quickly but he didn't want to start a fencing match until he had a minute to adjust. "I am on your team which is an unfair advantage as it is. I do not think we need to make our friend play himself as well.†Cris frowned thoughtfully. "Not unless you are paying him also. If you are, I hope it is not the same deal.â€
Flu Season (Private)
Alex attempted to pay attention to the book in his hands but it was a useless pursuit. He felt like crap today. He thought he'd just had a little head cold for the past day or two but when he'd woken up this morning from a night of very little sleep he knew he'd been wrong on that score.
His muscles were achy and sore and his energy level was existent. His morning yoga routine had been impossible to complete. It was difficult enough when your nose kept running every time you bent over, but with the room spinning it was even worse.
Ugh. The chill he felt under his skin was hint enough. Flu season. After taking his temperature and grimacing at the triple digits on the thermometer he dragged himself to the phone and made a quick call to Marie. Fortunately she was willing to mind the store for him for the next day or two. It meant shorter hours since she had to close it to go to class in the evening, but Alex knew better than to try and work retail when he was sick.
Normally wild horses couldn't make him take a sick day but he didn't want to spread this. Eiryk couldn't get sick from it; he could stay at home until he got over it. That was the responsible thing to do. Next he called Aishe. She wouldn't mind running his yoga and tai chi classes for him, thank goodness. He'd never asked her to do anything like that before but she'd been one of his first students and she knew the steps he asked her to go through. Nothing difficult, just a light workout in each class would suffice until he was able to get back to it.
With those chores done he dosed himself with medicine and curled up on the couch with his book, a glass of water, a box of tissues, and the garbage pail. He'd been sitting there for the entire afternoon now, and he didn't think he'd either napped or read anything. He should probably eat something, but his stomach recoiled at he thought. He didn't think he was going to be sick but he sure didn't want to chance it. On top of that he was running out of tissues and his nose and throat felt raw.
Hooray flu season.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Eiryk
12 years ago
A slow grin spread across Eiryk's face. He took so much crap about horned helmets it was nice to give some of it back now and then. He also now had a -great- idea what to get Rowan for Christmas, a very chatty African Gray. That would be terribly amusing. No doubt it would learn some very odd and very choice phrases living with Rowan and Cris.
"Then I'm not sure either of you were ever pirates. I know it stings, your whole life based on this lie. But you're bigger than this, stronger... you can consider it a clean slate and start over."
Apparently he was playing again. Eiryk got up slightly wary. He could and had done damage to himself others and random objects plying anything on the wii. It was just dangerous. Alex did much better. But then, Alex was very coordinated and did a lot of things better.
Just to head Rowan off, well partly that and partly to distract himself from his worrying, Eiryk poured and tossed back a preemptive shot of rum before accepting the wiimote.
"I will concede one match and then fight you both together. As me the questions bridge keeper, I am not afraid!"
Actually this evening was rather helping him understand why Pak was so odd in her socialization. It wasn't the best thing ever to be the single when hanging out with a couple. Not that either Rowan or Cris was doing anything that made the evening awkward, it just made him aware Alex wasn't here and he missed that. It had to be even harder if you didn't have any one at all rather than just having them not be about.
He did, however, laugh at Christian's concerns.
"No we have an entirely separate deal worked out, but it is on commission so I only have to pay if he actually does something. Which, given your arrangement, I doubt he will."
"Then I'm not sure either of you were ever pirates. I know it stings, your whole life based on this lie. But you're bigger than this, stronger... you can consider it a clean slate and start over."
Apparently he was playing again. Eiryk got up slightly wary. He could and had done damage to himself others and random objects plying anything on the wii. It was just dangerous. Alex did much better. But then, Alex was very coordinated and did a lot of things better.
Just to head Rowan off, well partly that and partly to distract himself from his worrying, Eiryk poured and tossed back a preemptive shot of rum before accepting the wiimote.
"I will concede one match and then fight you both together. As me the questions bridge keeper, I am not afraid!"
Actually this evening was rather helping him understand why Pak was so odd in her socialization. It wasn't the best thing ever to be the single when hanging out with a couple. Not that either Rowan or Cris was doing anything that made the evening awkward, it just made him aware Alex wasn't here and he missed that. It had to be even harder if you didn't have any one at all rather than just having them not be about.
He did, however, laugh at Christian's concerns.
"No we have an entirely separate deal worked out, but it is on commission so I only have to pay if he actually does something. Which, given your arrangement, I doubt he will."
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan had to laugh; Eiryk didn't get to strike back in retaliation for horned helmets and Ikea often enough at all. He shrugged his shoulders and grinned. "I'm okay with lying."
Both the men in the room with him were well aware of that fact. While generally Rowan saved his lies for whimsical non-harmful sorts of things, he would probably admit to having lied about more serious matters as well. Although, he thought with some amusement, he had never done so to Cris. Some things were just more important.
Eiryk claimed he forfeited and took a voluntary shot. Rowan, having handed his wiimote over to Cris, shook his head. "Sorry dear, not how it works. You just took yourself a free shot. Now get on with it!"
Rowan sat back and poured yet another shot... also for Eiryk, obviously, but the Viking had to play to drink! He chuckled when Eiryk claimed they had a deal worked out, on some sort of commission. Rowan hadn't realized that.
"Well in that case you owe me for that night with the twins... what, in 1253 or something right?"
He couldn't help but smile at Cris, though, and nod at what Eiryk said. "Alas, yes, Cris has spoiled me to the prospect of anything else but his own particular charms, which are not insignificant. I'm afraid my party days are well and truly done with. Which is why the poor thing will just have to reconcile himself to boring old sex, all the time, from now on. It's so sad."
He gestured to the screen. "Now play on!"
Both the men in the room with him were well aware of that fact. While generally Rowan saved his lies for whimsical non-harmful sorts of things, he would probably admit to having lied about more serious matters as well. Although, he thought with some amusement, he had never done so to Cris. Some things were just more important.
Eiryk claimed he forfeited and took a voluntary shot. Rowan, having handed his wiimote over to Cris, shook his head. "Sorry dear, not how it works. You just took yourself a free shot. Now get on with it!"
Rowan sat back and poured yet another shot... also for Eiryk, obviously, but the Viking had to play to drink! He chuckled when Eiryk claimed they had a deal worked out, on some sort of commission. Rowan hadn't realized that.
"Well in that case you owe me for that night with the twins... what, in 1253 or something right?"
He couldn't help but smile at Cris, though, and nod at what Eiryk said. "Alas, yes, Cris has spoiled me to the prospect of anything else but his own particular charms, which are not insignificant. I'm afraid my party days are well and truly done with. Which is why the poor thing will just have to reconcile himself to boring old sex, all the time, from now on. It's so sad."
He gestured to the screen. "Now play on!"
Christian Bern
12 years ago
He had no rebuttal to the pirate lie, not ever actually having been a pirate. Cris figured that it was some comfort that mercenaries didn't have some artifact that was totally inaccurate that had become the stereotype for mercenary. No eye patches and no horned helmets.
Eiryk took a drink before the game had even begun. Cris raised his eyebrows and then shrugged. "I would say he didn't really need the handicap but I know how vikings work. He probably fights better drunk.†Alfarinn certainly fought just fine in such a state.
The mention of the possible deal between Rowan and Eiryk was answered with the other blond stating that there was, indeed, a deal but that since Rowan had chosen to be with him then his partner was not going to get paid. Cris, of course, turned his attention to his redhead. "Oh really? I didn't know you used to turn tricks, Love. I am not judging.†He held his hands up as a sign of peace. "If the doctor or pirate decorator thing doesn't work out then I suppose there is that fall back career.†Cris smiled at his partner who was so incredibly talented at so many things that prostitute wouldn't need to be his back up of his back up of the back up choice. Nor would Rowan ever need to worry about working at all if he deciding that he didn't enjoy it. However, he doubted that would ever be the case. Rowan just chose work that he enjoyed.
"I have to have boring old sex?†Cris blinked and feigned confusion. " Was there someone else you wanted me to have sex with?†[Because I believe I have stated that it is never boring. But, if you don't believe me then I suppose I can prove it later.]
Rowan verbally shoved them toward the screen so Cris waited until Eiryk looked like he was ready and started the match.
Eiryk took a drink before the game had even begun. Cris raised his eyebrows and then shrugged. "I would say he didn't really need the handicap but I know how vikings work. He probably fights better drunk.†Alfarinn certainly fought just fine in such a state.
The mention of the possible deal between Rowan and Eiryk was answered with the other blond stating that there was, indeed, a deal but that since Rowan had chosen to be with him then his partner was not going to get paid. Cris, of course, turned his attention to his redhead. "Oh really? I didn't know you used to turn tricks, Love. I am not judging.†He held his hands up as a sign of peace. "If the doctor or pirate decorator thing doesn't work out then I suppose there is that fall back career.†Cris smiled at his partner who was so incredibly talented at so many things that prostitute wouldn't need to be his back up of his back up of the back up choice. Nor would Rowan ever need to worry about working at all if he deciding that he didn't enjoy it. However, he doubted that would ever be the case. Rowan just chose work that he enjoyed.
"I have to have boring old sex?†Cris blinked and feigned confusion. " Was there someone else you wanted me to have sex with?†[Because I believe I have stated that it is never boring. But, if you don't believe me then I suppose I can prove it later.]
Rowan verbally shoved them toward the screen so Cris waited until Eiryk looked like he was ready and started the match.
Eiryk
12 years ago
"You know I'm fairly certain I paid for the twins many times over. In fact, I think you might be the one in debt. You'll just have to work your way out during this gaming session. Or the next or at some unspecified time in the future.â€
Eiryk was ok leaving things up in the air. It wasn't like Rowan wouldn't pay up eventually, and that was assuming that he did indeed owe him. It was hard to tell after so many years of back and forth, give and take. For the most part Eiryk simply worked on the assumption that they were either even or that it would work itself out, he didn't harp on anything. That just wasn't his style.
He gave Cris a slow surprisingly wicked smile. Although he kept in fighting trim and even found someone to go flat out against now and then, it had been a very long time since he'd, for lack of a better phrase, "gone medieval on some one's assâ€. There was something to be said for that fighting drunk, blood lust, kill or be killed. Eiryk rather missed it in an odd way.
"It certainly never hurt.â€
The idea of Rowan the Hooker, and yes it needed capital letters, was rather interesting. It just didn't seem right to him either.
"If it is boring I have a book or two I can recommend, they might even have an app for that now.â€
That was barely out of his mouth before the game started. Eiryk still had no clue what he was doing, well very little, but his flailing was a little more organized. It actually had better results if he stopped thinking of the damned wiimote as a sword or an ax and as an entirely different tool. He actually managed to beat Cris two out of three and no one was more surprised than Eiryk.
"I almost think I should apologize for that, but I'm not sure.â€
Eiryk was ok leaving things up in the air. It wasn't like Rowan wouldn't pay up eventually, and that was assuming that he did indeed owe him. It was hard to tell after so many years of back and forth, give and take. For the most part Eiryk simply worked on the assumption that they were either even or that it would work itself out, he didn't harp on anything. That just wasn't his style.
He gave Cris a slow surprisingly wicked smile. Although he kept in fighting trim and even found someone to go flat out against now and then, it had been a very long time since he'd, for lack of a better phrase, "gone medieval on some one's assâ€. There was something to be said for that fighting drunk, blood lust, kill or be killed. Eiryk rather missed it in an odd way.
"It certainly never hurt.â€
The idea of Rowan the Hooker, and yes it needed capital letters, was rather interesting. It just didn't seem right to him either.
"If it is boring I have a book or two I can recommend, they might even have an app for that now.â€
That was barely out of his mouth before the game started. Eiryk still had no clue what he was doing, well very little, but his flailing was a little more organized. It actually had better results if he stopped thinking of the damned wiimote as a sword or an ax and as an entirely different tool. He actually managed to beat Cris two out of three and no one was more surprised than Eiryk.
"I almost think I should apologize for that, but I'm not sure.â€
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
"Well," Rowan said, "it is supposedly the world's oldest profession. And you know, I've always been the rebellious sort so I thought it shouldn't be dominated by women."
Yes, he didn't mind lying a bit. Not that male prostitutes hadn't existed in their time, but such things had been so taboo that such a profession was likelier to end in death and or burning than lasting wealth and stability.
Rowan smiled at Cris. The blinking wide-eyed expression was too adorable. Sexy adorable, of course. "Well isn't that what they say happens after you settle down? Or is it that you settle down and stop having sex at all?"
[No worries, lover. The day I find sex with you uninteresting is the day you sweep a pile of my ashes off the floor and stick me in an urn.]
He and Eiryk apparently agreed to let bygones be bygones; Rowan did not suspect he owed his friend anything, but it also didn't matter. They'd stopped keeping count long ago.
In a surprising upset, Cris lost his bout. Rowan raised his eyebrows and reluctantly pushed the shot toward Cris. "Yours again, dear."
He looked at the screen. The point of this whole session was to get Eiryk drunk, not Christian. Not that two shots would effect him adversely, but if this situation repeated itself too many times and Cris was taking the occasional shot from Rowan, it wouldn't be ideal.
Instead of taking the next turn against Eiryk, Rowan pulled out a different game and held it up. "Rock Band," he suggested. "We can all play together. Anyone who scores below, say, 90 percent, has to take a drink. Distraction is totally allowed, but nothing physical."
Because no one wanted to smack Eiryk's arm and have him fall over. Although historically he had proven capable of falling over without being touched. Either way, he didn't need any assistance.
"Will that work?"
Yes, he didn't mind lying a bit. Not that male prostitutes hadn't existed in their time, but such things had been so taboo that such a profession was likelier to end in death and or burning than lasting wealth and stability.
Rowan smiled at Cris. The blinking wide-eyed expression was too adorable. Sexy adorable, of course. "Well isn't that what they say happens after you settle down? Or is it that you settle down and stop having sex at all?"
[No worries, lover. The day I find sex with you uninteresting is the day you sweep a pile of my ashes off the floor and stick me in an urn.]
He and Eiryk apparently agreed to let bygones be bygones; Rowan did not suspect he owed his friend anything, but it also didn't matter. They'd stopped keeping count long ago.
In a surprising upset, Cris lost his bout. Rowan raised his eyebrows and reluctantly pushed the shot toward Cris. "Yours again, dear."
He looked at the screen. The point of this whole session was to get Eiryk drunk, not Christian. Not that two shots would effect him adversely, but if this situation repeated itself too many times and Cris was taking the occasional shot from Rowan, it wouldn't be ideal.
Instead of taking the next turn against Eiryk, Rowan pulled out a different game and held it up. "Rock Band," he suggested. "We can all play together. Anyone who scores below, say, 90 percent, has to take a drink. Distraction is totally allowed, but nothing physical."
Because no one wanted to smack Eiryk's arm and have him fall over. Although historically he had proven capable of falling over without being touched. Either way, he didn't need any assistance.
"Will that work?"
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris gave Rowan a set of raised eyebrows in response to his tale that he had once been a male prostitute. "Well if you ever choose to again I will just have to accompany you to keep you safe.†[Or to discourage everyone who looks at you for more than a second to keep walking.] He gave his partner a serene smile.
Rowan suggested that they should be having boring sex by now or no sex at all. "I believe that happens after marriage...and since we are not married we cannot have boring sex.†His partner had further explained in his sending that he wasn't worried about ever having boring sex while still breathing.
Cris had started the game but now he turned to glance at Rowan. [I would rather not think of ever putting you in an urn.] Not so soon after Brand and his very real attempts to end his partner's life. His tone had been serious but he returned to the light banter that they had been using. [Besides you look much more attractive this way, and are far more cuddly.]
Unfortunately while he had turned away, Eiryk had managed to jab him successfully several times. He turned around and warded off another blow but by then he was already close to the edge. The viking had figured out how to handle the wii sword and though he frantically blocked another few blows, he missed one and that sent him over the edge.
He blamed the rum. The solitary shot of rum.
The next round lasted longer but the result was another win for Eiryk. "Maybe I need to try this drunken wii fighting.â€
He was going to get another drink either way. Cris walked over and took his second shot. Rowan suggested Rock Band and he smiled. His partner, the musician, was much better at this game than he was but he was fairly good with the singing. He had been told once or twice that he sang quite well, and that compliment wasn't even by his mother.
"Okay but I get the microphone.†Cris went to the closet behind the stairs and pulled out the guitars and looped the straps over one arm, tucked the microphone under another and then reached down and pulled out the drum set. He set the two guitars on the marble coffee table. With a gesture to the instruments, he mentioned the words from Eiryk's apron. "Choose your weapon.â€
Rowan suggested that they should be having boring sex by now or no sex at all. "I believe that happens after marriage...and since we are not married we cannot have boring sex.†His partner had further explained in his sending that he wasn't worried about ever having boring sex while still breathing.
Cris had started the game but now he turned to glance at Rowan. [I would rather not think of ever putting you in an urn.] Not so soon after Brand and his very real attempts to end his partner's life. His tone had been serious but he returned to the light banter that they had been using. [Besides you look much more attractive this way, and are far more cuddly.]
Unfortunately while he had turned away, Eiryk had managed to jab him successfully several times. He turned around and warded off another blow but by then he was already close to the edge. The viking had figured out how to handle the wii sword and though he frantically blocked another few blows, he missed one and that sent him over the edge.
He blamed the rum. The solitary shot of rum.
The next round lasted longer but the result was another win for Eiryk. "Maybe I need to try this drunken wii fighting.â€
He was going to get another drink either way. Cris walked over and took his second shot. Rowan suggested Rock Band and he smiled. His partner, the musician, was much better at this game than he was but he was fairly good with the singing. He had been told once or twice that he sang quite well, and that compliment wasn't even by his mother.
"Okay but I get the microphone.†Cris went to the closet behind the stairs and pulled out the guitars and looped the straps over one arm, tucked the microphone under another and then reached down and pulled out the drum set. He set the two guitars on the marble coffee table. With a gesture to the instruments, he mentioned the words from Eiryk's apron. "Choose your weapon.â€
Eiryk
12 years ago
He didn't quite buy the boring married sex. That was, of course, an old wives talem and an old wife who didn't get laid much at that probably. Eiryk might have been slightly biased on that point as he was still planning on proposing to Alex. Some day he would, it was never too far from his mind.
"You really should try it, it is fun and functional. I'd be happy to practic with you sometime."
He offered Cris. Although it was had to imagin Chistian getting tipsy and swinging an ax, not even in fun.
"I'm not sure that this switching games just because I'm winning is quite fair."
Eiryk protested slightly. It had been an odd fluke, a bit of luck, and not something he expected to repeat.
"Don't you think we should check on the soup or have MARI look in on Alex again?"
At least Eiryk was getting a bit better, he wasn't trying to charge upstairs to check himself. That didn't make hhim any less worried,, he was just learning to give Alex some time and space to rest and heal.
"You really should try it, it is fun and functional. I'd be happy to practic with you sometime."
He offered Cris. Although it was had to imagin Chistian getting tipsy and swinging an ax, not even in fun.
"I'm not sure that this switching games just because I'm winning is quite fair."
Eiryk protested slightly. It had been an odd fluke, a bit of luck, and not something he expected to repeat.
"Don't you think we should check on the soup or have MARI look in on Alex again?"
At least Eiryk was getting a bit better, he wasn't trying to charge upstairs to check himself. That didn't make hhim any less worried,, he was just learning to give Alex some time and space to rest and heal.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan simply smiled at Cris and shook his head. Surely Cris realized Rowan had never done what he suggested. Rowan did have some pride after all. He widened his eyes at Cris's next statement however.
"I promise you our state of marriage will have no effect on our sex life, love... unless it gets even better than it is now."
He answered the briefly serious voice in his head. [It's over, sweetheart. Let's put it behind us, and move along. We are here together and we have each other for always. And I don't think I'd like being in an urn, either. I would much rather wrap my arms around you, so we're agreed on that count.]
To Eiryk he said, "Well at least this way the only person you're competing against is yourself, right?"
If they all sucked, they'd all drink. Before they began Rowan lined up three shots, just as incentive. Then with Cris on the mic, Eiryk on the drums, and Rowan playing lead guitar, they turned the game on. They hadn't started yet when Eiryk asked about the soup and about Alex. Given that his friend had been fairly well restrained so far Rowan let Cris address the topic of soup and asked MARI to give them a quick status update on Alex, who, as it turned out, was still running a fever but it was fairly low-grade and he hadn't moved since their last check-in. She reported that, as far as she could tell without having intimate knowledge of Alexander's sleeping habits, he appeared to be resting as comfortably as could be expected.
"Happy?" he asked Eriyk. "Now relax. Alex will be fine, I promise. He's as strong as a human can be but you're going to have to give him a week or so to be feeling one hundred percent again."
"I promise you our state of marriage will have no effect on our sex life, love... unless it gets even better than it is now."
He answered the briefly serious voice in his head. [It's over, sweetheart. Let's put it behind us, and move along. We are here together and we have each other for always. And I don't think I'd like being in an urn, either. I would much rather wrap my arms around you, so we're agreed on that count.]
To Eiryk he said, "Well at least this way the only person you're competing against is yourself, right?"
If they all sucked, they'd all drink. Before they began Rowan lined up three shots, just as incentive. Then with Cris on the mic, Eiryk on the drums, and Rowan playing lead guitar, they turned the game on. They hadn't started yet when Eiryk asked about the soup and about Alex. Given that his friend had been fairly well restrained so far Rowan let Cris address the topic of soup and asked MARI to give them a quick status update on Alex, who, as it turned out, was still running a fever but it was fairly low-grade and he hadn't moved since their last check-in. She reported that, as far as she could tell without having intimate knowledge of Alexander's sleeping habits, he appeared to be resting as comfortably as could be expected.
"Happy?" he asked Eriyk. "Now relax. Alex will be fine, I promise. He's as strong as a human can be but you're going to have to give him a week or so to be feeling one hundred percent again."
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris was glad that Rowan thought that marriage wouldn't adversely affect their sex life because he had been seriously thinking of asking Rowan to marry him. They had not been together for centuries but they had been together long enough for him to know that he wanted Rowan around for the rest of his. Cris was pretty sure that he had known that for a long time but for some reason he felt that they should wait longer. It seemed expected that they take their time and he didn't want people to underestimate their relationship or to believe that it was some whirlwind romance that would be over in another year or fifty.
Then there was the serial killer which brought home the potential shortness of even their immortal lives. He and Rowan had both been injured, and while his partner was less likely to continue a life of danger, he would continue to work in a high risk job. Perhaps, he too should consider a career change... There were many thing he would regret not being able to do if something happened to either of them and one of those things, high on the list, was marrying Rowan. What other people thought was not important, only what Rowan thought.
"Good to hear.â€
He let the matter drop for now. It was far too serious for drunken wii playing.
Cris shrugged at Eiryk about the unfairness of the situation. Rowan did have a point with the set up of the game and, really, he found it hard to fail. Eiryk then asked about the soup and his boyfriend. "I can check on the soup but I am sure it is simmering nicely.†He did go into the kitchen and check on it but found it to still be bubbling away. The herbs and the chicken were starting to smell tasty.
Heading back into the living room, he found that Rowan had taken up a guitar and that Eiryk was on the drums. Cris could hear MARI's report that Alex was still sleeping peacefully and that he still had a fever but that it was not dangerously high at the moment. Rowan hardly seemed worried and he was certainly the authority here.
Smiling at Rowan, he picked one of the songs that came up. It was what his partner had just suggested that he do, indirectly. So they started their Rock Band session with "Don't Fear the Reaper.â€
Then there was the serial killer which brought home the potential shortness of even their immortal lives. He and Rowan had both been injured, and while his partner was less likely to continue a life of danger, he would continue to work in a high risk job. Perhaps, he too should consider a career change... There were many thing he would regret not being able to do if something happened to either of them and one of those things, high on the list, was marrying Rowan. What other people thought was not important, only what Rowan thought.
"Good to hear.â€
He let the matter drop for now. It was far too serious for drunken wii playing.
Cris shrugged at Eiryk about the unfairness of the situation. Rowan did have a point with the set up of the game and, really, he found it hard to fail. Eiryk then asked about the soup and his boyfriend. "I can check on the soup but I am sure it is simmering nicely.†He did go into the kitchen and check on it but found it to still be bubbling away. The herbs and the chicken were starting to smell tasty.
Heading back into the living room, he found that Rowan had taken up a guitar and that Eiryk was on the drums. Cris could hear MARI's report that Alex was still sleeping peacefully and that he still had a fever but that it was not dangerously high at the moment. Rowan hardly seemed worried and he was certainly the authority here.
Smiling at Rowan, he picked one of the songs that came up. It was what his partner had just suggested that he do, indirectly. So they started their Rock Band session with "Don't Fear the Reaper.â€
Eiryk
12 years ago
Eiryk just mentally shook his head at their flirting and foreplay and wondered if he and Alex were quite so open. He didn't think so, not given Alex' natural reserve. Of course it might be different when they were among friends rather than out in public.
He didn't quite buy the argument about competing against one's self. He really did believe it had to do with his beating Cris.
"Personally I think you're just afraid to fight me now Rue.â€
He goaded his longtime friend. But it was halfhearted as he waited for feedback on Alex. It was as good as could be expected and it did help put his mind at ease.
"A week?â€
A bit spoiled by vampire regeneration times that seemed very long to Eiryk. It wasn't like Alex was regenerating a limb or something. He just had a virus. More to the point, did this mean he was going to have to spend a week with Rowan and Cris? One night was fine but Eiryk wouldn't be able to manage a week. He really much preferred sleeping with Alex in the same bed, even if he was more or less dead to the world.
Absently he dutifully took a spot sitting at the drum set and took up the sticks. He'd played before and so didn't have to ask what to do. But he did raise an eyebrow at the song choice.
"Blue Oyster Cult? Really? Isn't that a bit dated? I can get you a good deal on avocado green shag carpet if you'd like.â€
He didn't quite buy the argument about competing against one's self. He really did believe it had to do with his beating Cris.
"Personally I think you're just afraid to fight me now Rue.â€
He goaded his longtime friend. But it was halfhearted as he waited for feedback on Alex. It was as good as could be expected and it did help put his mind at ease.
"A week?â€
A bit spoiled by vampire regeneration times that seemed very long to Eiryk. It wasn't like Alex was regenerating a limb or something. He just had a virus. More to the point, did this mean he was going to have to spend a week with Rowan and Cris? One night was fine but Eiryk wouldn't be able to manage a week. He really much preferred sleeping with Alex in the same bed, even if he was more or less dead to the world.
Absently he dutifully took a spot sitting at the drum set and took up the sticks. He'd played before and so didn't have to ask what to do. But he did raise an eyebrow at the song choice.
"Blue Oyster Cult? Really? Isn't that a bit dated? I can get you a good deal on avocado green shag carpet if you'd like.â€
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan watched Cris as he went to check on the soup. His partner's response to him led him to wonder how he would respond to a proposal. They'd discussed it, perhaps not directly, but they had certainly talked around it and Rowan didn't get the impression it would be unwelcome. His recent experiences, though, had left him feeling completely ready for such a commitment. Maybe he needed to act on it sooner rather than later.
Turning to Eiryk, he nodded. "Yes, though depending on how bad his cough is, that might linger on a bit. The flu takes its time. It might be shorter. I'm just giving you a rough average."
Cris returned and Rowan smiled back at him. As they started up their song Rowan sent Cris a glamour of warmth and desire to wrap him up in briefly, the closest he could get to a loving caress while they were both otherwise occupied. That done, he began to play his part as the notes scrolled past him on the screen. He wasn't sure if this was unfair since he did actually read music and play the guitar, but he had to admit he wasn't terribly worried about fair.
"So Eiryk," he said, hoping to provide some distraction, "did you hear there's going to be an arts festival at the cultural center next month? From what I read, someone is going to be there doing a demonstration of carding and spinning."
He wasn't teasing; there actually was an arts festival. He was hoping the appeal of it might take Eiryk's attention away from drumming for a moment. It was better than reaching over and shoving him, which could be disastrous.
Turning to Eiryk, he nodded. "Yes, though depending on how bad his cough is, that might linger on a bit. The flu takes its time. It might be shorter. I'm just giving you a rough average."
Cris returned and Rowan smiled back at him. As they started up their song Rowan sent Cris a glamour of warmth and desire to wrap him up in briefly, the closest he could get to a loving caress while they were both otherwise occupied. That done, he began to play his part as the notes scrolled past him on the screen. He wasn't sure if this was unfair since he did actually read music and play the guitar, but he had to admit he wasn't terribly worried about fair.
"So Eiryk," he said, hoping to provide some distraction, "did you hear there's going to be an arts festival at the cultural center next month? From what I read, someone is going to be there doing a demonstration of carding and spinning."
He wasn't teasing; there actually was an arts festival. He was hoping the appeal of it might take Eiryk's attention away from drumming for a moment. It was better than reaching over and shoving him, which could be disastrous.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
Cris shrugged at Eiryk and then smiled at Rowan. "Perhaps we'll consider the shag at some point in the future when 70's retro comes back in.†He gave his partner a little wink as the song began. They would be decorating new rooms soon. They might not want shag carpeting but that was up to Rowan. Cris didn't know whether Rowan would want to hire their friend to help them decorate or whether he would want to do the job himself or the both of them if Rowan preferred. Some people considered it too much work but he personally loved making the design choices that went into his home.
As they began he felt Rowan's glamour wash over him. Cris smiled [I love you too.]
"All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...â€
He waggled his eyebrows at Rowan during that last line.
His partner was working on an interesting tactic to distract Eiryk from playing the game. Cris didn't think this one would work but he admitted that Rowan knew their friend much better. There was an actual event going on; he remembered it from one of his local updates that he checked in the morning. He preferred to be advised of Nachton activities; sometimes they had an impact on his job. Concerts and games were of special interest for their potential distruptive nature.
If this tactic didn't work he had an alternative plan. He had recently seen a piece of a show on celebrity listings and had seen that Christina Aguilera had put her mansion up for sale back in February. It was still up for sale and he suspected some of that might have to do with the tacky furnishings. He was appalled by most of her design choices. If he had been horrified then Eiryk would probably have plenty to say on the matter. He was busy singing though and couldn't exactly bring up that particular discussion. After this song he could send to Rowan and have him mention it during their next song.
As they began he felt Rowan's glamour wash over him. Cris smiled [I love you too.]
"All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain..we can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper
Baby I'm your man...â€
He waggled his eyebrows at Rowan during that last line.
His partner was working on an interesting tactic to distract Eiryk from playing the game. Cris didn't think this one would work but he admitted that Rowan knew their friend much better. There was an actual event going on; he remembered it from one of his local updates that he checked in the morning. He preferred to be advised of Nachton activities; sometimes they had an impact on his job. Concerts and games were of special interest for their potential distruptive nature.
If this tactic didn't work he had an alternative plan. He had recently seen a piece of a show on celebrity listings and had seen that Christina Aguilera had put her mansion up for sale back in February. It was still up for sale and he suspected some of that might have to do with the tacky furnishings. He was appalled by most of her design choices. If he had been horrified then Eiryk would probably have plenty to say on the matter. He was busy singing though and couldn't exactly bring up that particular discussion. After this song he could send to Rowan and have him mention it during their next song.
Eiryk
12 years ago
"I did actually, they are going to do a beginner and intermediate drop spindle class as well. I can't figure why they would do the carding though. It seems rather antiquated.â€
It was beyond Eiryk why anyone who hadn't grown up doing it wanted to card. It could be a simple, laborious, tedious and endless chore. The fact that it could be done after dark by just about any one was one of the reasons he had learned, maybe the only one. And it ranked right up there with wood chopping and other menial tasks that were quite literally never done. Perhaps that was why he still insisted on doing his own carding, he just still hadn't finished. Regardless he was looking forward to the festival. He might buy some wool.
Rue's plot, however, had worked. Eiryk was distracted enough that, although he had apparently been doing rather well, he missed a few 'notes'. Scowling for a second he caught back up with the beat. It seemed unfair to attempt to torment Christian as he couldn't fire back at all, so he took aim and Rowan.
"I was thinking about buying a new boat, well another. I have a couple of prospects lined up would you like to come and see them. It is that or build a long boat.â€
The idea of building a boat was one Eiryk had long toyed with. While he had helped here and there back when he was a Viking, he had never been a ship builder, master or otherwise, and so it would be more learning a new skill than recovering a lost one.
"A few good men and I could sail it up river and scare the natives. It might be fun...â€
His hair would be long by then and he would, of course, grow out his beard. Maybe they could get Alex to dress up too. He would look smashing in leather and mail.
"I've also heard the St. John's Bible is going to be coming to the Arch soon. Have you seen it yet? Quite extraordinary.â€
That should get Rowan's attention quite nicely. Rue was as interested in writing, calligraphy and illumination as Eiryk was and this particular Bible was the first completely hand done piece, from scraping the vellum to the last stitch of the binding to the final drop of ink in Revelations, done in centuries. Eiryk had seen some of it, and it was masterful. He'd be happy to babble on at Rowan about that, if it would help throw his friend's game off.
It was beyond Eiryk why anyone who hadn't grown up doing it wanted to card. It could be a simple, laborious, tedious and endless chore. The fact that it could be done after dark by just about any one was one of the reasons he had learned, maybe the only one. And it ranked right up there with wood chopping and other menial tasks that were quite literally never done. Perhaps that was why he still insisted on doing his own carding, he just still hadn't finished. Regardless he was looking forward to the festival. He might buy some wool.
Rue's plot, however, had worked. Eiryk was distracted enough that, although he had apparently been doing rather well, he missed a few 'notes'. Scowling for a second he caught back up with the beat. It seemed unfair to attempt to torment Christian as he couldn't fire back at all, so he took aim and Rowan.
"I was thinking about buying a new boat, well another. I have a couple of prospects lined up would you like to come and see them. It is that or build a long boat.â€
The idea of building a boat was one Eiryk had long toyed with. While he had helped here and there back when he was a Viking, he had never been a ship builder, master or otherwise, and so it would be more learning a new skill than recovering a lost one.
"A few good men and I could sail it up river and scare the natives. It might be fun...â€
His hair would be long by then and he would, of course, grow out his beard. Maybe they could get Alex to dress up too. He would look smashing in leather and mail.
"I've also heard the St. John's Bible is going to be coming to the Arch soon. Have you seen it yet? Quite extraordinary.â€
That should get Rowan's attention quite nicely. Rue was as interested in writing, calligraphy and illumination as Eiryk was and this particular Bible was the first completely hand done piece, from scraping the vellum to the last stitch of the binding to the final drop of ink in Revelations, done in centuries. Eiryk had seen some of it, and it was masterful. He'd be happy to babble on at Rowan about that, if it would help throw his friend's game off.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
Rowan enjoyed listening to Cris sing. It was something he didn't think his partner was all that sharing about; at least he didn't hear him sing often. Cris had a voice that was passable. Not ready for the opera any time soon but he could carry a tune and carry it rather nicely.
He fully expected Eiryk to attempt to trip him up in return, but Rowan had the advantage, again, in that he was the owner of the game system and had played it, and this song, several times already. He could certainly keep up a conversation while he did so, although he had to break it off to focus on the lengthy guitar solo.
"Yeah, I've seen it actually," he said. "It certainly was a big, expensive book. No wonder it's 'on tour' so to speak. They're going to be paying that sucker off for years."
It occurred to him that perhaps Cris's choice of instrument had been strategic for more than just one reason; it did seem a little unfair to try to engage him in verbal banter while he was singing... although he didn't sing every second of the song. A any rate, Rowan was not above messing with Cris too, if it was a happy side product anyway. When he had a slight reprieve he focused his will and sent a wave of utter sexual pleasure to Cris, full of heart-hammering desire and knee-weakening euphoria. It was really what was in his own heart but he knew it could be distracting. He was prepared to make good on it later however.
And then, because he could, he focused back on Eiryk and began to subtly glamour his friend, changing the drum beats on the screen to occur slightly after the beat. He couldn't do it indefinitely because he had to focus on his part as well, but he did it often enough that he would hopefully cause more than a few mistakes.
((ooc: Yes, Rowan is glamouring first Cris then Eiryk. I don't think we ever established a 'no using abilities' rule and anyhow ... pirate.
)
He fully expected Eiryk to attempt to trip him up in return, but Rowan had the advantage, again, in that he was the owner of the game system and had played it, and this song, several times already. He could certainly keep up a conversation while he did so, although he had to break it off to focus on the lengthy guitar solo.
"Yeah, I've seen it actually," he said. "It certainly was a big, expensive book. No wonder it's 'on tour' so to speak. They're going to be paying that sucker off for years."
It occurred to him that perhaps Cris's choice of instrument had been strategic for more than just one reason; it did seem a little unfair to try to engage him in verbal banter while he was singing... although he didn't sing every second of the song. A any rate, Rowan was not above messing with Cris too, if it was a happy side product anyway. When he had a slight reprieve he focused his will and sent a wave of utter sexual pleasure to Cris, full of heart-hammering desire and knee-weakening euphoria. It was really what was in his own heart but he knew it could be distracting. He was prepared to make good on it later however.
And then, because he could, he focused back on Eiryk and began to subtly glamour his friend, changing the drum beats on the screen to occur slightly after the beat. He couldn't do it indefinitely because he had to focus on his part as well, but he did it often enough that he would hopefully cause more than a few mistakes.
((ooc: Yes, Rowan is glamouring first Cris then Eiryk. I don't think we ever established a 'no using abilities' rule and anyhow ... pirate.
)
Christian Bern
12 years ago
The talk of the festival and spinning and carding actually worked better than he would have thought. Cris waz surprised that Eiryk discussed that one long enough to get distracted, at least a little. His partner's ploy had obviously not been subtle.
Eiryk returned with talk of St. John's bible which made Cris smile. He turned a little sideways so he could give the other blond a thumb's up sign of approval. It was definitely a good attempt. It wasn't going to work very well because Rowan could play the game while having long discussions with people quite easily.
He shrugged at Eiryk and sent. [That was a nice try. I applaud the effort.]
Then the solo was done and he needed to get back to singing.
"Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on"
A wave of desire hit him quite strongly. While focusing on playing the game, he hadn't really been feeling such strong desire for that particular activity. He was content, at the moment, to simply be here next to Rowan, playing and having a good time with their friend. So the emotion was a bit of shock. He might not have pronounced the first word or two of the next line correctly; his brain reached for the first few words on the screen and centuries of language took over and his brain came up with German. Luckily English was a Germanic language and the wii didn't really punish him for it. Cris gulped a big breath and went on with the song.
Knowing the lyrics well enough to remember the words without needing to look and being a mimic meant that he could continue singing in the style of the original without needing to see the screen. At least for a moment or two. And that was all the time he needed, to glare daggers at his partner, point two fingers at his own eyes and then two at Rowan in a stern gesture of "I'm watching you.â€
"Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared...saying don't be afraid
Come on baby...and she had no fear
And she ran to him...then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodby...she had become like they are
She had taken his hand...she had become like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper"
When the song ended, Rowan had done the best on it, followed by himself and then Eiryk, who seemed to be playing occasionally slightly off. Perhaps the mead was finally getting to him.
Cris turned to Rowan, and raised his eyebrows. "So that's how we're going to play it, Love?†He looked down the list of songs and picked the next one. "Run to the Hills†by Iron Maiden.
Eiryk returned with talk of St. John's bible which made Cris smile. He turned a little sideways so he could give the other blond a thumb's up sign of approval. It was definitely a good attempt. It wasn't going to work very well because Rowan could play the game while having long discussions with people quite easily.
He shrugged at Eiryk and sent. [That was a nice try. I applaud the effort.]
Then the solo was done and he needed to get back to singing.
"Love of two is one
Here but now they're gone
Came the last night of sadness
And it was clear she couldn't go on"
A wave of desire hit him quite strongly. While focusing on playing the game, he hadn't really been feeling such strong desire for that particular activity. He was content, at the moment, to simply be here next to Rowan, playing and having a good time with their friend. So the emotion was a bit of shock. He might not have pronounced the first word or two of the next line correctly; his brain reached for the first few words on the screen and centuries of language took over and his brain came up with German. Luckily English was a Germanic language and the wii didn't really punish him for it. Cris gulped a big breath and went on with the song.
Knowing the lyrics well enough to remember the words without needing to look and being a mimic meant that he could continue singing in the style of the original without needing to see the screen. At least for a moment or two. And that was all the time he needed, to glare daggers at his partner, point two fingers at his own eyes and then two at Rowan in a stern gesture of "I'm watching you.â€
"Then the door was open and the wind appeared
The candles blew then disappeared
The curtains flew then he appeared...saying don't be afraid
Come on baby...and she had no fear
And she ran to him...then they started to fly
They looked backward and said goodby...she had become like they are
She had taken his hand...she had become like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper"
When the song ended, Rowan had done the best on it, followed by himself and then Eiryk, who seemed to be playing occasionally slightly off. Perhaps the mead was finally getting to him.
Cris turned to Rowan, and raised his eyebrows. "So that's how we're going to play it, Love?†He looked down the list of songs and picked the next one. "Run to the Hills†by Iron Maiden.
Eiryk
12 years ago
[I had hoped it would work better. But he's played this game before hasn't he.]
Eiryk was highly disappointed in the way this game was going. But Rue could be a bit determined so that was really no surprise. As he was trying to think of something else to distract Rowan he sudenly started having trouble with the game. While Eiryk had been having a good run suddenly he was off here and there. So rather than trying to cause trouble Eiryk had to concentrate.
When all was said and done Eiryk had lost. It wasn't exactly unexpexted and he would have taken his shot without complining but the what Cris said gave him a second's pause. So after lustly tossing back his rum and refilling it Eirky looked at the two other men.
"Is he doing something sneaky? Playing mind games?"
The 'he' in this case was, of course, Rue and Eiryk had no trouble beliving that Rowan had found a new, or even old trick. Suddenly he wished he'd brought Thora. Hind sight was 20/20 though wasn't it?
"What exactly is Iron Maiden?"
While Eiryk knew something about rock and roll and would know some of the songs in the game, he was rather ignorant of heavy metal and the like. He had a sneaking suspicion that he was going to want to run for the hills when all was said and done.
Eiryk was highly disappointed in the way this game was going. But Rue could be a bit determined so that was really no surprise. As he was trying to think of something else to distract Rowan he sudenly started having trouble with the game. While Eiryk had been having a good run suddenly he was off here and there. So rather than trying to cause trouble Eiryk had to concentrate.
When all was said and done Eiryk had lost. It wasn't exactly unexpexted and he would have taken his shot without complining but the what Cris said gave him a second's pause. So after lustly tossing back his rum and refilling it Eirky looked at the two other men.
"Is he doing something sneaky? Playing mind games?"
The 'he' in this case was, of course, Rue and Eiryk had no trouble beliving that Rowan had found a new, or even old trick. Suddenly he wished he'd brought Thora. Hind sight was 20/20 though wasn't it?
"What exactly is Iron Maiden?"
While Eiryk knew something about rock and roll and would know some of the songs in the game, he was rather ignorant of heavy metal and the like. He had a sneaking suspicion that he was going to want to run for the hills when all was said and done.
Rowan Murphy
12 years ago
When the game ended and Eiryk was the only one below the 90 % threshold Rowan, having tried his best to ignore Cris's pseudo-threat during the song, opted for 'innocent self-righteousness.' He answered Eiryk's question before Cris could, putting his hands on his hips and nodding toward Eiryk while the Viking did his obligatory rum shot.
"He was trying to be subtle," Rowan said with his nose in the air, giving an injured little sniff. "But apparently his efforts are not appreciated."
He and Cris knew there'd been absolutely nothing subtle about what he'd done. He didn't expect Cris to believe his schtick for a second, and, indeed, shot his lover an unrepentant, wicked little grin as the next song was fired up. As it counted down to start Rowan swiveled his head toward Eiryk and blinked at him, nearly missing his first chord.
"Really? Aside from the torture device back in the day? You've never heard of this band?"
Rowan found it hard to believe. Where had Eiryk been in the 80s? Under a rock with Angus?
"Well, we can explain later. For now, I think you might as well just hang on tight to those drum sticks because this is a fun one for you, dear."
The drums were rather difficult in this song. The guitar had a nice solo as well, but Rowan had played it before. He wasn't perfect on it but if he concentrated and ignored any forthcoming distractions he should still hit his 90%. Hopefully.
"He was trying to be subtle," Rowan said with his nose in the air, giving an injured little sniff. "But apparently his efforts are not appreciated."
He and Cris knew there'd been absolutely nothing subtle about what he'd done. He didn't expect Cris to believe his schtick for a second, and, indeed, shot his lover an unrepentant, wicked little grin as the next song was fired up. As it counted down to start Rowan swiveled his head toward Eiryk and blinked at him, nearly missing his first chord.
"Really? Aside from the torture device back in the day? You've never heard of this band?"
Rowan found it hard to believe. Where had Eiryk been in the 80s? Under a rock with Angus?
"Well, we can explain later. For now, I think you might as well just hang on tight to those drum sticks because this is a fun one for you, dear."
The drums were rather difficult in this song. The guitar had a nice solo as well, but Rowan had played it before. He wasn't perfect on it but if he concentrated and ignored any forthcoming distractions he should still hit his 90%. Hopefully.
Christian Bern
12 years ago
[Oh yeah, Once or twice.] He sent in reply to Eiryk. The truth would be many more times than that but he was sure that was obvious. They had both played it a lot since getting it because it was something they could play together, because they both loved music, Rowan especially so, and because it was a great game to play with friends. The last reason meant, to Cris anyway, that he needed to become proficient at it so that he could make a showing of it in front of company.
After the song and his accusation to Rowan, Eiryk asked if his partner had been doing something sneaky. Cris raised his eyebrows at Rowan's explanation and then looked at Eiryk and rolled his eyes.
He was about to explain what an iron maiden was, figuring that Eiryk actually remembered those quite well from the past, hopefully not from personal experience, but Rowan did that for him. "They are a heavy metal band from England. Really popular in the 80's.â€
Cris smiled at Rowan when he pointed out that the drums were difficult on this one. There was also a guitar solo that was at least slightly more complicated than holding out a few strategic notes and that was why he picked it. For his part he just had a to yell a lot.
After the song and his accusation to Rowan, Eiryk asked if his partner had been doing something sneaky. Cris raised his eyebrows at Rowan's explanation and then looked at Eiryk and rolled his eyes.
He was about to explain what an iron maiden was, figuring that Eiryk actually remembered those quite well from the past, hopefully not from personal experience, but Rowan did that for him. "They are a heavy metal band from England. Really popular in the 80's.â€
Cris smiled at Rowan when he pointed out that the drums were difficult on this one. There was also a guitar solo that was at least slightly more complicated than holding out a few strategic notes and that was why he picked it. For his part he just had a to yell a lot.
Eiryk
12 years ago
Iron Maiden wasn't Eiryk's best effort. Although, frankly, by the end of the evening it was hard to way what was. He wasn't the only one to drink, and he didn't always drink alone, once in a while he didn't drink at all, but he did drink the most. Which was, undoubtedly, the plan.
While not blind stinking drunk Eiryk was clearly the worse for wear and was very ready to go home. There had been one or two more checks in Alex via MARI, but that wasn't enough. He wanted to be home, with Alex. How much help he'd be to his sick partner in this state though was debatable.
Stumbling to his feet, visibly unsteady, he attempted to steady himself on the drum kit. It wasn't terribly stable and as a result he almost fell but some how managed to keep his feet.
"Well kids, its been fun but I do have a sick lover," even in his inebriated stated Eiryk thought that was a rather cleaver double meaning, "that I need to keep an eye on. Where is that soup? I'll take it up to me... er... him."
That might be a bit more difficult than planned as he suddenly wasn't quite sure where the door was. No matter though it had to be around here some where, after all he'd come in a door he must be able to go out. So Eiryk wandered in a direction away from the screen and the game hoping to find the kitchen first and the door second, but he was willing to work the other way around.
((OOC... did fast forward a bit, let me know if that doesn't work. No worries you know))
While not blind stinking drunk Eiryk was clearly the worse for wear and was very ready to go home. There had been one or two more checks in Alex via MARI, but that wasn't enough. He wanted to be home, with Alex. How much help he'd be to his sick partner in this state though was debatable.
Stumbling to his feet, visibly unsteady, he attempted to steady himself on the drum kit. It wasn't terribly stable and as a result he almost fell but some how managed to keep his feet.
"Well kids, its been fun but I do have a sick lover," even in his inebriated stated Eiryk thought that was a rather cleaver double meaning, "that I need to keep an eye on. Where is that soup? I'll take it up to me... er... him."
That might be a bit more difficult than planned as he suddenly wasn't quite sure where the door was. No matter though it had to be around here some where, after all he'd come in a door he must be able to go out. So Eiryk wandered in a direction away from the screen and the game hoping to find the kitchen first and the door second, but he was willing to work the other way around.
((OOC... did fast forward a bit, let me know if that doesn't work. No worries you know))