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Ezekiel knew that drinking was a very bad idea. Even under normal circumstances, which Abbot-Don never was, he couldn't hold his alcohol. But today was his birthday and soon he'd have to put up with whatever retarded, homo thing Griddle had planned for Halloween and he deserved to indulge a little, though he'd never admit to that blonde spaz that she'd managed a good idea for once.
He took another swig of his drink, the room mixing in soothing colors that would almost make him smile if he didn't still possess the knowledge somewhere in his Tequila mangled brain that he hated these people. But then a flash of rich purple was gracefully deposited next to him and he grinned over at Myn even though he was a stupid, slutty, hot as fuck, homo.
After all, he reasoned, the fag had bought the cake.
"It has come to my attention," Myn drawled idly, smoothing down the nonexistent creases in his skin tight jeans. "that I am still in possession of an item that was bequeathed to me from your person some time ago under rather precarious circumstances, regarding which we reached an accord involving its return. As immensely eventful times followed this agreement, it is not unreasonable that the terms and return were somewhat neglected and thus it still resides in my care."
Ezekiel blinked, disappointed that he couldn't watch the mouth move now that Myn had stopped speaking, having not heard a word past 'come.'
"Huh?" he said blankly, wondering if Myn would taste like chocolate after eating all that cake.
Myn rolled his eyes and produced a box from beside him. Ezekiel didn't know what was inside it, but was sure it couldn't be more interesting than discovering that Myn had really amazing brown eyes. They sort of reminded him of a puppy's he'd saved once and reached out to pet Myn's hair, wondering if it was as soft as the dog's fur.
Myn eyed him suspiciously, but allowed the touch. "Is this supposed to be the interest?"
Myn glanced away to where Casey was bench pressing her terrified boyfriend and Merrick and Andy were making out on one of the tables, dangerously close to a bowl of chips and dip. Rubbing his cheek against the soft brown bob, Ezekiel decided that Myn was not only soft, but smelt really nice. Nothing like a dog.
He decided to convey this approval with a very intelligent, "mmm."
"It's really not worth the trouble," Myn continued. "Tomorrow there will be a tremendous upheaval, with your temper raging and my pride stripped--"
"Mmph. Stripped."
"And I will be forced to lower myself to obtaining guards for my safety yet again. Your pathetic fumblings and inexperience are not hardly worth my time."
But Myn was letting him lean against his shoulder and keep his arms around Myn's slim waist, and the brisk, lazy voice soon lolled him to sleep.
The parting mummer of "Idiot," was the last thing Ezekiel heard before he woke up on the floor on the Biology room with a fuck painful headache, but at least he had his pants on this time. He barely noticed the jewelry box he'd been using as a pillow or why he was in possession of such a glitzy necklace, but shoved it under his arm, assuming he'd swiped it from Rainbow Stupid or Multiple Personality Skank, making his way back to his room where he could crawl into bed and swear once again to never drink again.
TEH END