((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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"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.
JD snorts and breaks into a fit of laughter, because he looks silly with the... waggling and he can sort of imagine a tail and oh my, the world is a spinny, lovely place.
He obviously doesn't do a good job of bracing himself. JD squeaks when Malek picks him up. It's possible that he wasn't entirely expecting it despite the conversation they had just had.
"EAGLE," he calls out as they leave the bar, spreading out his arms once they clear the door so he can simulate flying in his head. "Whee! You are strong, Mister Man."
Now Malek is laughing while running. Always the best!
"Strong, ja, runs in t'fam," he says, closing the distance to his car. It's really not that far away. It's a ratty old thing, but it's served him well and if it didn't, he's sure El would find it in his heart to give him a different one. He sets JD down, unlocking the door and wandering around to the driver's side. "I'll call t'place," he says, like he needs to point out how clever this system is. "Have t'pizza ready by t'time we got there. What d'you like?"
"Ooohhhh me. That was a rush," JD says, gripping hold of the door handle to keep from spinning to the ground.
He opens the door to the truck and clamors in, looking much more like a giant, awkward monkey than a grown man.
"I'll eat any kind of pizza, man. You can't keep me away from that stuff, but my favorite's ham and pineapple." The fruity pizza. Is anyone surprised? "Love a good pepperoni, sausage, and all of that, too tho'."
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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He obviously doesn't do a good job of bracing himself. JD squeaks when Malek picks him up. It's possible that he wasn't entirely expecting it despite the conversation they had just had.
"EAGLE," he calls out as they leave the bar, spreading out his arms once they clear the door so he can simulate flying in his head. "Whee! You are strong, Mister Man."
Don't know where that nickname came from.
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"Strong, ja, runs in t'fam," he says, closing the distance to his car. It's really not that far away. It's a ratty old thing, but it's served him well and if it didn't, he's sure El would find it in his heart to give him a different one. He sets JD down, unlocking the door and wandering around to the driver's side. "I'll call t'place," he says, like he needs to point out how clever this system is. "Have t'pizza ready by t'time we got there. What d'you like?"
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He opens the door to the truck and clamors in, looking much more like a giant, awkward monkey than a grown man.
"I'll eat any kind of pizza, man. You can't keep me away from that stuff, but my favorite's ham and pineapple." The fruity pizza. Is anyone surprised? "Love a good pepperoni, sausage, and all of that, too tho'."
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