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[cheevy]

Well hey, look who's back! That's right, ladies and gentlemen, it's Miniver. The usual palm tree Miniver, 25 years old and ENTIRELY too drunk to care that as soon as he tumbles in from LA, Bar outfits him with copious amounts of glitter and eyeliner

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[dingdongdoodily]

As luck would have it, he also walked in around the time that This was happening, so he got a free show out of the deal, as well.

After Axel and Pickles finished talking, however, Pickles found himself alone once more, and had time to take off the chenille scarf and dozens of glittery, glassy colorful bead necklaces he had around his neck and stuff them into a bag under his chair, and get back to writing.

[dingdongdoodily]

"Oh yeah?"
It was also amusing to note that it was the same person who dumped a snake-shaped amount of water on his head earlier, but he didn't know that, and neither did Miniver, so oh well.

"I'm a slut." He admitted with half a shrug, "Ain't gunna change that fer the world."

[cheevy]

"I know. 'Scute. Like you. Heee, you're young!"

Said Captain Obvious.

[dingdongdoodily]

"An' yer a douchebag." Pickles said with no real venom behind the words.

"But thanks fer the cute thing, I kinda already knew that, though." He preened his hair.

[cheevy]

Miniver laughs. "I know y'know. And yeah, I am a douchebag. Oh man, this is geat though, you're gonna flip out when I tell you about this in about eight years."

[dingdongdoodily]

"Yeah, prolly. I mean, unless you don't tell me, in which case, it's totally okay."

Beat as he offered the drinks that returned with the rat.

"S'like none of it ever happened, am I right?" He winked, raising his glass in a toast.

[cheevy]

"Well yeah but why would I do that when I can make you probably like... go nuts or whatever. It's really cute."

[dingdongdoodily]

"I ain't like that."
Okay, so he was, but whatever.

"I'd probably not care, I mean, I wouldn't if I were me, and hey guess what, I am."

Mind you, this is pre-amphetamine junkie Pickles, pre-heroin Pickles, and pre All-Other-Permanently-Mind-Altering-Drugs Pickles, as well.

Hell, he wasn't even wearing wristbands.

"And why would you wanna make me freak out anyway, that ain't that cool."

[cheevy]

"Naw, not like for real, dude." DUH. "Just playing. Y'dig?"

[dingdongdoodily]

"Oh right. Okay, I mean, it ain't real nice though."

Now mind you, he'd also (through the power of millitime!) just spent a few hours chilling on the couch with a man from the brothel upstairs, just because they were stoned, so he'd had a lot of pot before this to say, "Dude, y'know what'd be great?"

[cheevy]

"It's very nice when I do it," Miniver assures him. "...what'd be great?"

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles eyed the other man for half a second, just long enough to get his courage up, then reached over, wrapped his long-nailed fingers around the cloth of Miniver's shirt, and pulled him into a kiss.

Because he needed to, just to see what he'd feel, how he'd feel. If it was any better or any different, or something.

[cheevy]

...yeah, that's pretty great, Miniver has to agree. After the initial momentary flail-for-balance, the poet cheerfully tugs Pickles a little closer and shows him How It's Done.

[dingdongdoodily]

Okay, the initial kiss was enh, whatever.

But when Miniver melted into it? Actually got into it? Yeah, it might as well have changed the course of history. Once Pickles slipped away, he smirked.
"Okay, I gotta go, I'll see you in a few years." He packed up his things and tugged his jacket on, obviously in a hurry.

"Oh! And gimme one'a those when you get home." He winked and bounded out the door. He had a bassist to find.

[cheevy]

Miniver grins and licks his lips. He watches Pickles disappear with vague, alcoholic amusemet, considers the situation, and decides maybe it'd be fun to go find his pretty redhead.

[dingdongdoodily]

Mmm! Watermelon flavored lipgloss this time!