It's Only Manly Because It's You

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WHO: Raivis, Logan, Mr. Biff Manlington (?)
WHEN: Saturday 29th, evening-ish
WHERE: Raivis's apartment
WHAT: The cleaning's been done, the room's all set up- There's just that little issue of furniture...

Comments

grouse(great) place you have here!!!

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Logan's grin widened when the young man opened the door and he grabbed Raivis' small hand, shaking it vigorously.

"Call me Logan, that mister business is too formal" he responded to the young man's question. He then let go of the hand and brushed past Raivis and as soon as he entered the apartment, he gave a low whistle in slight amazement.

"Quite a spiffy place you have here, mate!" he said as he moved further in, eyes roaming over the furniture and items in the room, all very well kept and extremely clean unlike those of the motel rooms he was occupying before. "I have to say, I'm not so used to such luxury!" he gave a hearty laugh at his own comment, gripping his stomach as he usually did. Biff still sat on his shoulder, calm and unresponsive, for the moment.

When Logan settled down he turned to Raivis, a free hand placed on his hip, and asked "Well, how about a tour? If I'm living here, I'd like to know where everything is." He then leaned forward and winked,the buttons on his shirt threatening to pop off any moment from the exertion, and in a mock whisper said "And don't be afraid to mark anything off-limits. Each man has their secrets."

Th-thank you... I-I t-t-try...

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Those... those buttons...

Was this man real, or was this some sort of bizarre romance novel hero come stampeding straight from the pages of his books?

Raivis tried not to flush and panic at the strength of the handshake and dutifully did his best to stop shaking. The Australian was certainly friendly enough- jovial, even, with the knee slapping laughter and the twinkling eyes. When asked for a tour, settling Raivis with a stare, thoughts of 'wow... those eyebrows', 'how does he even keep that shirt on' and 'is that animal dead' screeched to a loud, resonant halt. He had to back up, stick it in neutral then park on the concept.

Very carefully, he finally removed his apron, folding it as he glanced toward Logan's room. "A-ahh! J-ja! O-of c-c-course! Th-this is the u-umm... the l-living r-room. Th-that c-case o-over th-there is y-yours...th-there i-isn't any t-television, I-I d-do apologize f-for that... b-but-"

Raivis gestured in a manner that he hoped wasn't frantic. "Th-there is a b-balcony." Indicated the kitchenette, "Th-the d-dining t-table and the k-kitchen..."

With a few tentative steps, he led the man over toward his room, patting the door somewhat fondly. "Th-this is m-my r-room here. I-if you a-ahh, e-ever n-need a-anything, p-please f-feel f-free t-to k-knock..."

Bathroom, check.

"A-and th-this is-"

Why couldn't there have been a bedside table left in there, at least?

Raivis drew in a long, shallow breath. "Y-your r-r-room..."

Male Bonding is best done with BEER

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Logan followed behind Raivis during the tour (and damn did that boy stutter a lot) soaking everything in and absolutely fascinated by how clean and neat the apartment was. Logan was usually a very messy man and he hoped he could get used to such orderliness.

The last stop of the tour was his room which the smaller man seemed a bit hesitant to show him. However Logan overlooked the small man's sudden wavering and entered his room, dropping his duffel bag on the floor with a thud. His face was serious and contemplative as he paced about the room, a large hand moving to rub at his chin.

He hummed in deep thought, then turned to Raivis, arms outstretched at either side of him and gave him a toothy grin. "It's a beaut! Goddamn near perfect!" It was really all Logan could ask for, a place to sleep and a big empty space to throw about his possessions.

He bent down on one knee to allow Biff to jump off his shoulder and become familiar with his new home. Logan looked up and gestured to his Koala. "This is Biff, by the way. No worries, he's familiar with the toilet." He assured his new roommate of his Koala's ability to use the restroom and he stood up, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal the sleeveless undershirt beneath which hugged tightly against his muscles, deciding to get more comfortable. He tossed the discarded shirt to a corner of the empty room and approached Raivis, leaning one arm against the doorway.

"Well then, the best way for men to bond is with some grog! What do you say me and you get rotten?" he suggested with a waggle of his eyebrows, and with a smug smile on his face added "how well do you handle your liquor mate?"

L-ludzu? (Beer!)

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He...

Just totally bypassed the fact that there was no bed or... pretty much anything else.

Raivis, suffice to say, was stunned. For many, many different reasons. When he realized he'd been gripping his apron a tad too tightly, he forced his vice-like fingers to uncurl, lifting one set of them to worry at some stray strands of hair as he watched the koala- of all things; that would still take some time to get used to...- move about.

Curiosity on exactly how the creature was familiar with using the fine facilities of a bathroom, however, was promptly squashed beneath the need to fix his focus on something other than Logan's distinct lessening of clothing and everything that it absolutely did not leave to Raivis's imagination. He gulped, nodding automatically until he registered what had been said with something of a start.

Grog? Grog... What was-? Oh. Right. Liqour. Must have been some Australian slang. "W-well I..." Had promised Toris and Peter -Oh, Peter...- not to drink anymore. But... if it was just... just one, and if it was with this kindly, smiling gent who was, from now on, his roommate then...

"I s-suppose I-I've b-been t-told I-I'm f-fairly g-good at it. W-what w-would y-you p-prefer?"

That was one thing he had neglected to show Logan- the liquor cabinet- but really, that had only been because he'd been planning on getting rid of its contents.

M-more or less.

Fairly good you say?

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Logan chuckled when the boy stuttered a response. He was hoping the small man wasn't a lightweight as Logan loved to drink for hours, especially with some good company, and usually didn't get drunk until his 3rd or 4th pitcher. He drank liquor as if it were water and his body absorbed it just as well.

"Prefer?" Logan asked with eyebrows raised. He leaned closer to Raivis, gazing at him with intense seriousness, and whispered a bit suspiciously "Does that mean you have liquor stored somewhere mate?"

There was a few moments of silence before his face broke into another one of his shit-eating grins and he said "Either way, I prefer my amber fluid from Oz! Some XXX or Clancy's Pale Ale." then he added, as it were a secret, "They're both bitter as holy fuck but they get the job done."

"But whatever else you have, I'll be fine with, as long as it's none of that weak American crap." he waved his hand dismissively with a slight look of distaste as he recalled the first time he tasted American beer. He had promptly spit it out, washed his tongue of the taste, and called it a night.

Logan's grin was back in full force, pearly whites practically blinding, and he barked "Give me a schooner of the best liquor you got mate!"

((OOC: amber fluid:beer, Oz: Australia, Schooner: large beer glass.))

N-now th-that's what I-I'm t-talking about!

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It was amazing the difference that manifested in Raivis as soon as the words 'weak American crap' were released. The shy smile donned for politeness cracked with the dawning of a genuine grin as the youth excitedly darted back into his kitchen after a nod and a cheerful clapping of the hands. Now good beer, he could do that. Didn't have anything from 'down under', but he had at least a few cases left of 'Brālis gaišais', 'Bauskas tumšais' and 'Piebalgas' from the homeland- brews from the finest Latvian hops, each of them bitter and each of them richly flavored.

He'd not been certain if he could part with those but opportunity had just come knocking and its name was Logan Matlock.

Ducking down by the sink, fishing around as he cracked open the cabinet, he pushed a few vodka bottles out of the way, seeking out more familiar labels until he spotted them settled snugly in the back. Yes, Brālis gaišais should do nicely for a starter.

"I-I d-don't h-have a-any of th-those- th-the X or the C-clancy... B-but y-you'll n-never s-see me t-touch a-any of the A-america b-brews e-either. I-I've o-only G-german and L-latvian, i-if that's alright."

Very quickly, a relatively warm bottle found its way to Logan's palm and the boy who supplied it was already snapping his open, reveling in a long, satisfying gulp. "H-hope y-you d-don't m-mind if it i-isn't ch-chilled...W-wasn't e-expecting t-to h-have any..."

((OOC: I... I love your Logan; His sheer masculinity makes my brain melt in all sorts of awesome ways~))

It isn't Australian but it's still damn good

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"Mate, you..." he began slowly as he took the warm bottle, "Are a good man!" he ended it loudly, beaming at the smaller bloke and slapping him heartily on the back.

He was surprised to see his new room mate had an extensive variety of alcohol and liquors, as he peeked curiously over his shoulder, none of which he could pronounce the name to but he had always heard German beers were some of the best. He could argue that they most likely came second to Australian brews, which he would happily do if it initiated a bar fight (just like it did the last time he told a German man his beer was second-best to the Australian stuff).

He smiled fondly at the young man, in the back of his mind confirming that indeed there was more to him than one would think, before snapping open his own beer. He raised it in a toast before placing it to his lips and emptying the contents inside with a few, big gulps, not concerning himself with the preliminary taste test, fully trusting his new room mate's taste in beer.

He exhaled in satisfaction and bumped a fist roughly onto his chest, a huge belch escaping his lips, echoing through the apartment. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and slammed the bottle on the nearest counter.

"That was a corker of a beer! Come on, let's chug down some more until we've got a gutful of piss! We should do this seated though, we wouldn't want to be bumbling around like a bunch of whackers!" He then gave a hearty laugh at his own comment, clutching his stomach and gripping onto Raivis' shoulder. Beer always put him in a good mood.

(OOC: corker: something excellent, gutful of piss: equivalent to shit faced drunk, whackers: idiots, dipshits.)

( OOC :Also kdcjaefncdiu thank you so much! I absolutely love your Raivis as well! your comment makes me hyperventilate from happiness )

O-of c-c-c-course!

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Likewise, Raivis could claim the same.

It took a few more enthusiastic chugs than Logan's godly swig for his first drink to vanish, but gone it was and another taken its place moments after as he inclined a nod agreeably to the suggestion of lounging.

Strange how this booming, eccentric man filled his homely little apartment with such energy and motion. As intimidating as it was, admittedly, it was also quite... well, fun. Exciting. This was a potential drinking partner and perhaps someone Raivis could trust? get along with.

The physical contact, that might have been a bit much. Such a large hand on his shoulder, warm, present, real was making his neck, cheeks and ears flush somewhat uncomfortably and though, still smiling, he joined Logan on the communal couch with alcohol gathered in his arms, he determinedly sat on the far end opposite his roommate. Not distant enough to arise notice- just enough to not be... really, really close.

Raivis tapped short, blunt nails against his second bottle thoughtfully.

It was always so easy talking with Peter- how did one speak with a person one would be living with but did not necessarily know all that well?

"Y-you d-didn't c-come with m-much o-on you... A-are the r-rest of your b-belongings in s-storage?"

((OOC: Because there can never b-be enough ooc comments, I swear~ Just a thanks for the handy dandy Logan translation guide~ Otherwise... I'd really have to wonder... additionally... the love in this room is enough to tranq an elephant~))

Don't mind Biff's behavior, he's a little bugger

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Logan took his second bottle of beer from Raivis when they seated themselves on the couch. Logan had instinctively inched closer to the smaller man when he was asked a question, not one familiar with personal space or boundaries. He sat slouched lazily on the couch, legs spread open in the typical beer drinking pose, his knees just barely brushing against Raivis', and an arm swung over the top of the couch. He took slower swigs of his beer this second time, actually savoring the flavor and smacking his lips together a few times before answering.

"No, nothing in storage. I came here with the shirt on my back, Biff on my shoulder, and a duffel bag full of the necessary stuff," he explained enthusiastically, a calm smile on his face. "Biff almost didn't make the trip over though, poor bloke had to ride in a cage," he pivoted his body so he was slightly facing in the direction of the rooms and he hollered, "Isn't that right Biff?!"

There was a moment of silence before the sound of a door slamming resounded through the apartment. Most likely the Koala wanted nothing to do with their shenanigans.

"Ah, Biff you little bastard!" he muttered to himself, his smile stretching into a grin. He turned to Raivis and whispered "He just wants his privacy." before taking another swig of his beer.

"So how do make a quid? You look too young to be making fine living, no offense of course."

(OOC: make a quid: make a living.
There's enough sexual tension to make a porn star blush or a romance novelist )

H-he's a.... k-koala... I-I mean, h-he's a v-very interesting.... k-koala bear...

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Thank God for small distractions.

Yet again, in the face of adversary being his new roommie's very apparent lack of adherence to personal space, Raivis was left wondering about the boisterous man's koala friend and just how... 'individualistic' the creature was. B-biff had... slammed a door on them.

The youth took a long, hard gulp from his bottle. "W-well I... I-I'll b-be t-twenty s-soon..." And polished it off with another, clutching the empty container tightly as he considered the question and possibly how to avoid closer proximity without seeming rude. He also, really, rather wish his cheeks would stop flushing red. "F-for now... I-I w-work a-as a c-clerk and r-receptionist a-at a p-psychiatry p-practice. I-it's... a d-decent e-enough pay..."

When Doctor Braginsky wasn't cutting it, at least. "B-before that... I s-studied back home in R-riga. W-was a w-worker at a p-psych p-practice there as w-well...U-umm, m-most of the t-time..."

Taking up another bottle was contemplated. "Y-yourself, S-sir?"

OOC: I'll show something more interesting, in my pants

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Logan gulped down the last of his beer and soon quickly moved to the next one, not at all feeling the effects of alcohol (at least not yet).

"Well I used to be part of the police force in my hometown of Brisbane, lovely city, and on my free time I wrestled the animals of the never never. It was all in good fun though." he said very casually though still with the usual enthusiasm. He distractedly looked down at his bottle, slightly swishing the liquid inside, and added "Pity there isn't any of the same wildlife here as there is in the lucky country." his mood had seemed to dampen just a bit, not enough for an outside party to notice (as his grin was still in place) but enough to deepen the tone of his voice.

But then he remembered he was in good company (no need to dwell in things outside one's power) and his grin widened as he seemed to snap out of it, and he said with the laughter back in his eyes,"But who cares a fuck all about that stuff?! You're turning twenty soon! You should be planning a rip snorter of a party with the best grog and finest shielas we can find!" He barked out a laugh and punched Raivis lightly on the shoulder, as male friends often do in camaraderie.

(OOC: never never: the outback center of Australia, Lucky Country: what else? Australia.
also sorry for late reply, school has been keeping me busy orz)

OOC: AKSDFJSFJSD~! BRB, LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY <3

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"I-I... I d-don't know..." Party.

A party.

A social gathering. Inferring that people would come and he would be inclined to socialize with them.

What a bizarre and completely unfathomable suggestion.

Raivis paused as he considered replacing his empty bottle with another one. The week or so- had it been that long? He couldn't quite recall- without so much as a sip of liquor had left the taste of it rekindling a desire for something intrinsically familiar. He'd known the taste since childhood and in its bitterness, he reveled.

But a party? He'd never had a celebration of any notably large scale. And though truthfully large to Raivis constituted of at least five people, the idea of it was mortifying. Handling Peter was different. Spending time with this exuberant and dashing man at his side, however close Logan was, he could accept as well.

But a party... Raivis sighed, reaching for another beer with something akin to trepidation. "I... I-I'm r-really a-alright w-with j-just... Umm... t-tending to my plants and g-getting some work done..." He chanced glancing at the Australian at the peculiarity in his voice. For a moment, before the big booming laugh returned, something had seemed off.

"Y-you...w-well I m-mean, m-maybe w-we can h-have a s-small g-get together...a few d-drinks." The boy smiled shakily. "A-ahh... um... a-and d-don't w-worrying about f-finding any 'sh-shielas'. I-it's f-fine..."

OOC: it seems Logan will be getting a new bottle of beer in the beginning of EACH POST

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Logan made a noise of disbelief at the back of his throat and gave Raivis an incredulous look. He downed his drink and took another, this time mumbling to himself in a tone of disbelief.

"You're a battler aren't you, mate?" it was a rhetorical question. His face no longer beamed at Raivis but stared at the young man as if he just grew another head. He didn't understand why Raivis would be rather work on his bloody birthday than enjoy himself as men do; shirtless and wrestling each other to the ground, alcohol usually involved.

Logan leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, tilting his head to stare the younger man straight in the eye.

"I bet you've never chucked a sickie or truly enjoyed yourself by the way your yabbering.You need to stop this conch business and take a load off!" he said as he shook his head chuckling, the mirth returning in his eyes. Then he added jokingly, jabbing a finger at Raivis' chest, "If I catch you working on your birthday, I'll drag you into a bar and force you to have a few drinks with me." but of course Logan's smirk proved he was going to stay true to his threat.

Logan then finished his 4th drink and compared his growing number of empty bottles to Raivis'. "Well mate? Are you waiting for something? Drink! I can't hog all the grog to myself!"

(OOC: battler: someone working hard and only just making a living, chuck a sickie: take the day off sick from work when you're perfectly healthy, Conch: Somebody who would rather work or study than go out and enjoy him/herself. And I think that's it orz)

Re: OOC: it seems Logan will be getting a new bottle of beer in the beginning of EACH POST

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Raivis stared at the drink in his hands- very nearly gone. It was only his third, but Logan was already proving to be a serious contender in this battle; The man was already bulldozing into his fifth and- to the impressed Latvian- didn't appear to be much different.

Was Logan in a perpetual state of intoxication, then? And if that were so, then perhaps the man was merely the type to become drunk off 'life'.

He sighed, stilling himself from the instinctive flinch at physical contact. Given the context... it appeared to be an 'all work and no play' sort of comment Logan had been making. 'Drag you into a bar and force you to have a few drinks with me' most definitely confirmed that.

Raivis laughed nervously.

When the man wasn't smiling...

He had to admit that it was extremely intimidating. "W-well..." So the remedy to that was obviously another quick swig and an anxiety laden stare across the room at one of his tiny, leafy companions. Not go to work? On a work day? Impossible.

But never having truly 'enjoyed himself'? That didn't sit too well with Raivis. At all.

And yet- "I-I... I d-don't know... I-I mean, I m-might not have w-wrestled an a-alligator-" Why did that mental image make him want to burst out sobbing? "B-but w-well..." His cheeks colored impressively. "I d-did use to g-get in trouble back at the a-academy..." Of course, that had everything to do with being utterly infatuated with Peter Kirkland and nothing at all with his own desire to cause mischief. But hey, it was almost as extreme as almost calling off work the other day as Logan had just now implied.

Almost.