((OOC: Another party thread. You know how it goes. And if you don't... ask! ^^ Happy Riftversary! Even if it's two hours until... it's over. :/ I'm sorry I'm slow
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"Oh! I know, right? Love chocolate. Love it. If I wasn't a doctor, I'd so be the Candy Man. Like in Willy Wonka. I'd open up a big factory and people would have to eat candy to get the golden tickets and it would be the best..." JD tilts his head to the side.
Apologies for the "I've got a golden ticket!" bursting loudly throughout the bar overpowering the music even. It's been awhile since JD has daydreamed in public. This is why.
He blinks, and then takes his new drink in both hands, taking a couple of sips. Yep. His head is spinning. Whee! JD places one elbow on the bar stool and puts his head on his hand as he sips away at his drink.
"Mmm! That is good! You weren't bull shittin' me about that. Not one bit. I love food! Chocolate ice cream! I haven't had pizza in forever, but like the deep dish, stuff with extra cheese and pineapples and ham? Yes! But if I eat too much my physique gets all... doughy. Ya know? And that's no good! Won't catch any of'the ladies like that," JD exclaims, followed by a slurred mutter of "Won't catch a Nate neither..."
"Should 'et some," Malek remarks to... the air around him. "Oooh, yus - like, th' big-" He makes a gesture indicating something FUCKIN' BIG. "With the river o'choc, an' all? Heffn. Right there."
Malek doesn't quite notice the noise coming from nowhere. His situational awareness is not that good, especially not when tipsy. "Got a great pizza place, awt Cicero. Big thick - who's Nate, then?" Note how Malek breezes past the 'ladies' thing entirely. In Malek's world, heterosexuals are obviously just confused. He follows this up with a good-natured jab to the shoulder. "You gettin' all the trimmin's too?"
"Yeah, should 'et... lo-o-ots of some," JD says, but then abruptly shuts his mouth when he realizes how little sense he is making. It's much less than usual. He is easily influenced, either by alcohol or Malek. It's not quite clear which can be blamed for this.
He nods and tilts his head to the left. "Big river of chocolate! A- and the flowers you could use as a cup and eat when you were done with your drink! Yes! I wonder what those flowers were made out of...."
JD would be glad that Malek didn't notice the noise if JD realized that a daydream projection had happened. Eddie, the bartender, seems confused, but no one is paying attention to him. "Cicero. I wanna go to Cicero," JD says and wonders when he can get to this place to have a slice or if he would even be able to find his way.
"Nate?" JD will try his best to seem nonchalant when answering this question, which means he will fail. "He's- uh, he's just a friend. Of mine. Nate's a- A good friend of mine. We're- Yeah. He's a good guy though." Hot.
He turns toward Malek and pouts a little at the shoulder jab.
"All the trimmin's? I don't even know what that means, but I think I want it." Hey, it sounds like Thanksgiving. Who doesn't want a turkey with all the trimmings?
Malek bounces a bit in his seat. "Live in Cicero!" he says. The I was... implied. "Nice place. Free food, balknies, big sor' of - voosh! Whirpool baths. Could show ya." He motions with his drink. "Pizza... ice cream cake... whirpool. Bet'cha meet Babel. Like Babel." He slips into Arabic for a moment, then slips back out."An' what f'r trimmins - I don't know. Ask that kid." He waves his hand vaguely in the direction Des... was sitting. "Descant. 'e gets trim, I hear."
He snags a bowl of munchies, popping a good handful into his mouth and offering the bowl to JD.
"Whirpool baths? Lucky," JD says with even more slur than before. "Yes! I've met Babel. I met her at the parade. She wants me to see the animals! I forget which animals she was talking about, but I'm... s'posed to do that."
He leans over and looks in the direction that Malek waves and stares. Des. Des is so attractive and is part of the OT3 and gave JD a panda and- JD has to flail wildly to keep his balance and not fall off of his stool. "O-kay. I'll ask 'em. He's not a kid though he's old. Still hot though," JD says and stands only to find that he has no balance at all.
He takes a step, sways, and gives up on walking. "Maybe I will just wait for the floor to stop swimming." JD grabs hold of the bar to keep himself from falling into Malek's lap that could be... bad somehow.
"Mm munchies!" JD takes a few and tosses them into his mouth (after a few hit or miss moments where a munchie almost went into his eye and adam's apple instead). He finishes his drink since it was sitting up there waiting for his return. Like a good drink. "Up for wha- what?"
"Kfawh! Ja. Well hot." Malek may have reached over and grabbed JD's shoulder, matter-of-fact style, to keep him from falling over when he thought about going to talk to Des. Possibly this kid needs instruction on how to hold his liquor. It's kinda cute. "'n' old, but wears it well."
Des, that is a crazy demon leering at the back of your neck you feel.
"Up f'r you know," he says. "Pizza 'n' ishcream 'n' whirpools 'n' t'night. Good time, garranteed."
JD smiles at him in a I'm kind of dumb, aren't I? Thanks for that way when Malek grabs his shoulder.
"Yeah, he does," he says with a wistful tone to his voice. It's too bad JD is straight (hahaha) and Des is taken.
He raises an eyebrow at Malek. No, no he doesn't know, but he would very much like to- Oh! JD's pout of utter confusion (and wistfulness still) turns into a grin.
"I'm always up for a good time!" JD has no idea what's involved in Malek's version of a good time, but pizza and ice cream and whirpools sounds like a damn fine time to him! "I'm... like the master of having good times. I mean, I love all that stuff and I can do like danceoffs and enjoy parades and drinking and yeah, so up for anything!"
OH MALEK IS SO HAPPY. And it just goes to show you that if you're persistent enough, eventually someone will agree to come home with you!
It's very, very Malek, the way he just doesn't stop to consider that JD might be reading something innocent into all of this. It's Malek. To Malek's mind, he's being perfectly clear.
He claps JD on the back, hopping out of his own seat. "Got a car," he says, patting himself down for the keys. And yes, Malek is insane enough to drive drunk. But he's never crashed and killed everyone in the car before! Surely it must be safe!
"Can you drive," he asks, blinking. "Nah, who am I kidding? Course you can." Because that is the best way to rationalize when lives are on the line.
He steps away from the bar with a sway.
"I cannot dri-i-ive though. Nope." He laughs to himself all high pitched and sing-songy. "If I try to drive, we all die and by we all, I mean, you 'n me, sir."
"Like ridin' a bike," Malek says, compressing the work bike into an oddly birdlike noise. "Need a hand gettin' t'th'door then? I'm still walkin' straight lines."
Aha! Keys discovered. Malek saunters vaguely backward toward the door, still grinning in JD's direction. "Serrously. I c'n carry ya. Might be fun, that..."
"Nah, I think I can..." JD steps forward once, and then twice, and then three times! Three times JD has stepped forward! There is such swaying. This boy has had too much to drink for his low alcohol tolerance body to handle. "Feels like I'm on a boat. We haven't suddenly be transported to a boat while I wasn't looking, now have we?"
He snorts and fixes Malek with a look, trying to gauge how serious he is about this offer.
"You wouldn't... actually... do that." But he doesn't sound entirely sure.
"Awwt. Nah. Been on boats - better view." He pokes his head up, eyeing the crowd. "Much bette' view!" he calls, and a few of the patrons look at him like, yeah, it's about time he should be leaving if he's going to enter the shouty stage of drunk. He pulls on his coat, then offers a hand back to JD. "C'mon, you. Walk y'off the barge. Not parked faah."
There's a beat.
"'n' I could carry y' if I wanted to. Strong, me."
"Mm, nevah been on a boat myself. I bet the sunset is fantastic out on the ocean! All those colors and warmth-" JD wonders where he left his coat until he realizes that he never exactly took it off. That's useful. He takes Malek's hand without thought. "As long as you don't walk me off the plank, good sir."
He raises both his eyebrows and half smiles in a way that could probably be qualified as flirting.
"Do you want to?"
He doesn't realize what he's doing right now so he can't be called out for making flirty faces at Malek. Nope.
JD's half smile turns into a full grin. He likes Malek. Malek is fun. Fun like he is in the ridiculous, pay no mind to normal human ways of behaving kind of fun.
"Mebbe I do," he says with a slur and a waggle of his eyebrows.
"Awwt, askin' ferrit now!" Malek says, dropping into a linebacker's crouch and... waggling his torso in a way that looks like he probably should have a tail swishing back and forth. "Brace self!"
Then he mock-charges, scooping up JD and hefting him up over his shoulder before spinning for the door and heading outside with a brief hopskip for emphasis.
Apologies for the "I've got a golden ticket!" bursting loudly throughout the bar overpowering the music even. It's been awhile since JD has daydreamed in public. This is why.
He blinks, and then takes his new drink in both hands, taking a couple of sips. Yep. His head is spinning. Whee! JD places one elbow on the bar stool and puts his head on his hand as he sips away at his drink.
"Mmm! That is good! You weren't bull shittin' me about that. Not one bit. I love food! Chocolate ice cream! I haven't had pizza in forever, but like the deep dish, stuff with extra cheese and pineapples and ham? Yes! But if I eat too much my physique gets all... doughy. Ya know? And that's no good! Won't catch any of'the ladies like that," JD exclaims, followed by a slurred mutter of "Won't catch a Nate neither..."
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Malek doesn't quite notice the noise coming from nowhere. His situational awareness is not that good, especially not when tipsy. "Got a great pizza place, awt Cicero. Big thick - who's Nate, then?" Note how Malek breezes past the 'ladies' thing entirely. In Malek's world, heterosexuals are obviously just confused. He follows this up with a good-natured jab to the shoulder. "You gettin' all the trimmin's too?"
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He nods and tilts his head to the left. "Big river of chocolate! A- and the flowers you could use as a cup and eat when you were done with your drink! Yes! I wonder what those flowers were made out of...."
JD would be glad that Malek didn't notice the noise if JD realized that a daydream projection had happened. Eddie, the bartender, seems confused, but no one is paying attention to him. "Cicero. I wanna go to Cicero," JD says and wonders when he can get to this place to have a slice or if he would even be able to find his way.
"Nate?" JD will try his best to seem nonchalant when answering this question, which means he will fail. "He's- uh, he's just a friend. Of mine. Nate's a- A good friend of mine. We're- Yeah. He's a good guy though." Hot.
He turns toward Malek and pouts a little at the shoulder jab.
"All the trimmin's? I don't even know what that means, but I think I want it." Hey, it sounds like Thanksgiving. Who doesn't want a turkey with all the trimmings?
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He snags a bowl of munchies, popping a good handful into his mouth and offering the bowl to JD.
"Up for't? Might be a good night."
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He leans over and looks in the direction that Malek waves and stares. Des. Des is so attractive and is part of the OT3 and gave JD a panda and- JD has to flail wildly to keep his balance and not fall off of his stool. "O-kay. I'll ask 'em. He's not a kid though he's old. Still hot though," JD says and stands only to find that he has no balance at all.
He takes a step, sways, and gives up on walking. "Maybe I will just wait for the floor to stop swimming." JD grabs hold of the bar to keep himself from falling into Malek's lap that could be... bad somehow.
"Mm munchies!" JD takes a few and tosses them into his mouth (after a few hit or miss moments where a munchie almost went into his eye and adam's apple instead). He finishes his drink since it was sitting up there waiting for his return. Like a good drink. "Up for wha- what?"
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Des, that is a crazy demon leering at the back of your neck you feel.
"Up f'r you know," he says. "Pizza 'n' ishcream 'n' whirpools 'n' t'night. Good time, garranteed."
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"Yeah, he does," he says with a wistful tone to his voice. It's too bad JD is straight (hahaha) and Des is taken.
He raises an eyebrow at Malek. No, no he doesn't know, but he would very much like to- Oh! JD's pout of utter confusion (and wistfulness still) turns into a grin.
"I'm always up for a good time!" JD has no idea what's involved in Malek's version of a good time, but pizza and ice cream and whirpools sounds like a damn fine time to him! "I'm... like the master of having good times. I mean, I love all that stuff and I can do like danceoffs and enjoy parades and drinking and yeah, so up for anything!"
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It's very, very Malek, the way he just doesn't stop to consider that JD might be reading something innocent into all of this. It's Malek. To Malek's mind, he's being perfectly clear.
He claps JD on the back, hopping out of his own seat. "Got a car," he says, patting himself down for the keys. And yes, Malek is insane enough to drive drunk. But he's never crashed and killed everyone in the car before! Surely it must be safe!
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"Can you drive," he asks, blinking. "Nah, who am I kidding? Course you can." Because that is the best way to rationalize when lives are on the line.
He steps away from the bar with a sway.
"I cannot dri-i-ive though. Nope." He laughs to himself all high pitched and sing-songy. "If I try to drive, we all die and by we all, I mean, you 'n me, sir."
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Aha! Keys discovered. Malek saunters vaguely backward toward the door, still grinning in JD's direction. "Serrously. I c'n carry ya. Might be fun, that..."
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He snorts and fixes Malek with a look, trying to gauge how serious he is about this offer.
"You wouldn't... actually... do that." But he doesn't sound entirely sure.
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There's a beat.
"'n' I could carry y' if I wanted to. Strong, me."
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He raises both his eyebrows and half smiles in a way that could probably be qualified as flirting.
"Do you want to?"
He doesn't realize what he's doing right now so he can't be called out for making flirty faces at Malek. Nope.
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"Quession is - do you want me to?" He puffs himself up, tilting his head. "In t'arms, on t'back, carried bigger lads t'en you, that's sure."
He spreads his hands.
"What. Need proof?"
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"Mebbe I do," he says with a slur and a waggle of his eyebrows.
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Then he mock-charges, scooping up JD and hefting him up over his shoulder before spinning for the door and heading outside with a brief hopskip for emphasis.
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