drinking into the night [ota]

[codenamepyro]

St John was a constant sufferer of insomnia. It had started when he was nine and ever since then, the bouts were fairly regular, which he could deal with. It just meant that from time to time he was sitting around, in the dead of night, with nothing to do. So he prowled around the base, considering everything and anything to do before slinking into

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[forceful_gift]

Adrian was thirsty, and no not in the more common sense of the word. He just had a craving for something but didn't quite know what it was yet. He found himself floating into the kitchens in the dead of the night, solely so that he wouldn't make too much noise only to stumble across St John. AKA one of the only guys he hadn't swayed yet, especially considering the total lack of background knowledge.

That was entertainment settled, then. He floats a bottle of Jack from a shelf that he just knew someone had been using as a hiding place and drops gracefully onto a seat opposite John with the bottle in his hand. "Hey there, Saint."

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The glare was there for all of three seconds, before St John just lacked the energy to maintain it. "Fuck off, only my mom calls me that." And even then, it was Saint John. Never just Saint. Which was a stupid thing to call anyone.

Either way, St John flicks over the cover of the book, leaving it closed on the table and just sighing. It's not likely that he'll get anything else done with Adrian in the room -attention whore that he was. "What do you want?" Because normal people would be sleeping.

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"Sorry, love. Just trying to be nice." He unscrews the bottle cap and rather than finding a glass or whatever. He glances over at the book cover, not recognising it or anything because dear god, did you expect him to read?

"Nothing really, just couldn't sleep so thought I'd come out here for a little night cap, but now that I see there's also chance of a conversation I just consider myself a very lucky guy." He smiles slightly, not exactly making his intentions known considering he didn't even know what way this guys door swung. But then again, the thrill is in the chase.

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His eyebrow raised at the 'endearment' but he let it slide, because maybe it was just Adrian being Adrian. St John didn't really have enough to go on -he was still painfully anti-social, just like school and University, so really, he didn't expect much less.

"And what, pray tell, would conversation include?" Pyro was not a talker, not about anything really. He took another swallow from his beer bottle, considering Adrian carefully.

"Because I don't do long meaningful chats about our feelings."

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"You've never had a conversation before? It's pretty easy, I'll lead." He gives him a look as if to say, 'really now.. this should be easier' before floating out a deck of cards from a drawer in the back. Don't ask him how many times he's frequented this area with a bottle of bourbon and a few soldiers.

"We could play a game, though. If talking's not your style?" He starts to shuffle the cards, barely waiting for an answer. He takes the moment to actually find a couple glasses then and pours John one, setting it in front of him without asking or even commenting. Beer obviously wasn't the way forward.

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Pyro held conversations, he'd managed the last twenty years with them. They were just exceptionally awkward, usually on his end. But the cards, well, St John didn't mind them.

"Whatever." Maybe it would stave off enough of the insomnia, and he would be doing something, so that was fair enough. Playing would mean less conversation and more playing cards, and that he could handle. "What're we playing for?"

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"Five card poker, we'll see how well you can bluff." He downs his drink, acting nonchalant. "Well money isn't really my thing, daddy's a doctor. What about clothing?" He smirks, if the boy is anything, he's an opportunist.

"Unless of course that's a little too NC-Seventeen for you. Drink up." He pours himself another drink and downs it, totally not mentioning the fact that his metabolism burns through alcohol like its water and he doesn't exactly have to worry about getting shitfaced.

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He couldn't help it, he actually snorted. "Are you serious?" While he didn't exactly need money -plenty on his own, thanks- it was a little ridiculous. "You seriously wanna play strip poker?"

Out of all the things, he wasn't sure this was one he foresaw. He'd done his share of poker nights back in Uni. He was fairly decent, if not all that bothered with it -his mother was grateful, and Pyro knew that his dad had been a lousy guy with a gambling addiction, so he tended away from money games.

But he was still fully dressed, so surely he'd get tired before it became an issue. "Fine, whatever, deal." And Pyro downed the drink that was poured, not all that fussed with the alcohol either, drunkness always mellowed him out.

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"Sure thing, I mean it's like midnight, I'm bored as shit and what better way to enjoy myself then forcing someone to get naked just by beating them in a game." He smirks, he was going to enjoy this. Simply sleeping with people was great, finding a way to make it a challenge was so much better.

He deals the cards while musing over his own hand and his drink at the same time. The bandage over his wrist isn't the best thing to have while trying to look sexy, but hey. He had to deal with what he was given, and that included the rather pitiful set of cards he'd just dealt himself.

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St John wasn't really sure what he'd just agreed to -it wasn't like he was self-conscious, but he didn't make it a habit to get naked in front of people. Unless he was dating them, and he hadn't done that since University, and disaster was an understatement. Either way, St John figured he'd play a few hands, then head off.

Simple.

Especially when he got decent plays like this. "You have strange priorities." But then, most people did around here. Waiting for the flop to come up and the next three cards, Pyro was pretty sure he'd manage through this round with his clothing intact.

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Adrian delivers a mock pout, flipping his cards over and showing off the fact that he had lost rather brilliantly, with nothing to show for his hand. "Hey, I'm just bored.. and this is entertaining." Then it's off with the shoes, he might as well keep things regular and steady for now while he pours them both another drink.

"Besides, I'm feeling lucky." He smirks slightly, he's pretty crap at poker in all honest, and when he does play he doesn't mind losing the first few rounds, it usually makes the situation a little more comfortable for his competition.

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Okay, so it's not too awkward, and really they aren't talking about anything really. It's just talk, and St John is capable of that. It's when subjects come up that he's a little less comfortable. "You just lost, how is that lucky?" Either way, he knows that the hands can change, so it's just about going with things.

He's not really keeping track of how much he drinks, but he is keeping up with Adrian, which is probably a bad idea, because his tolerance isn't all that high. And St John could tell that this was not a good hand from the two and nine he held, off suit.

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He just grins. "That's the thing with poker, it's like always about to change. You never quite know who'll win the next hand." And with that he shows his cards. "Two queens.. looks like its your turn."

He pours them both another drink, it was getting almost easy now that John was obviously more comfortable with the situation. Ade's taken note of the fact that between them they'd already polished off a fifth.

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St John's shoes come off as well; he has the slight disadvantage of no socks, but when your body temperature runs above the hundreds usually, it's stupid to wear too many layers.

"Sure, it's got nothing to do with skill at all." Normal poker did, normal poker had tells and bluffs and folds. But with two people and something as stupid as strip poker, well, there wasn't honestly much point in all that.

So a simple deal and show was all there was to it. And it looked like Pyro was onto a bad run. "This game sucks."

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"Don't hate the game, it's good fun!" He speaks in the way of someone that sounds drunk, but in reality it's a farce to make John believe he has the upper-hand. In reality Ade would need to drink the entire bottle himself to get truly drunk, something which always annoyed him in a way.

He grins at the hand he has, a straight flush is just another way into making Pyro lose a garment of clothing. This time he hoped it would be something a little better than a pair of shoes.

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With a sigh, Pyro downs another drink. He's definitely closer to drunk than Adrian, but it looks like their both on par, so St John is fine with letting his defences drop a little. Game of poke, little bit of drinking, it's not a big deal. He can drop it for a little while.

With Ade's hand winning, Pyro has to concede either his zipper or his pants, he goes for the zipper instead; just pulling it over his head rather than unzipping.

It leaves him two more plausible articles before he should go. So there is the potential for two more hands, at least. Taking another drink, feeling it more than the others, Pyro just shakes his head slightly, "Maybe I should jus' hate the other player."