For Asher

[speakscanadian]

"Well, they are my best feature," Ray replied in the slickest voice he could manage. Removing Asher's hand from his pants, he slid past him and down the rest of the stairs ahead of him, reaching the bottom as quietly as possible.

"Hello?" He called out after a beat, pricking his ears and waiting for a reply. He raised his voice. "Hello? Anybody?"

Comments

[asher_talos]

Asher hung back a few feet, watching the strange display that only seemed to get weirder and weirder. Once Ray had made it to inspecting the room, he whistled to get his attention. "Hey! You're in the basement, not a recon mission in the jungle, Stallone."

[speakscanadian]

"Good eye," Ray complimented, nodding to Asher and backing into the darkness of the dorm. He held his arms out to his sides while he was still visible, an invitation for Asher to follow and a challenge all in one.

Loosening his tie, he popped the top button of his shirt to pull it free, securing it quickly, Rocky-style, around his head. "Laaaaadies and gentleeemeeeen. Put your hands together, scream and shout for the original Italian Stallion!"

[asher_talos]

"You're mixing your Rockys and your Rambos," he said, remaining just outside the door frame. He'd always thought the myth about vampires not being able to step foot over a threshold without an invitation was one of the dumber ones, but apparently skinny Italian men with ties on their heads, acting like complete idiots, worked like a charm.

[speakscanadian]

Ray didn't mind getting it wrong when he wasn't that much of a fan of Sly. If he'd been talking about Travolta though, and mixed up his Tony Manero and his Danny Zuko, then that would have been a different story.

"Same guy," he waved off, tugging at the tie and removing it from his head. "You gonna join me or do I have to do this on my own?"