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[patriotqueen]

- It's just a drink. Alcohol clears the mind, sets one up for the day, or for the next one, until evening falls and a nightcap gently eases one to sleep again. Alcohol cleans the mind, like medication, keeps it preserved, keeps it all in working order, up and running. Alcohol numbs the mind, what hurt will be less painful, what worried will be

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[song_n_dance]

Cole had never been one to pay much attention to his surroundings; whether it was self absorption or an excess of imagination likely depended on who you asked. But he nearly didn't notice Guy at all as he approached on the path to the Compound--but did, finally, catch sight of the brim of his hat out of the corner of his eye.

His face brightened, as it tended to do in Guy's presence, and crouched down in front of Guy. It didn't take him long to smell the alcohol, though he didn't comment, just whipped off the orchid pinned to his lapel and handed it to Guy with a flourish.

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In order to talk about it he would have to be able to put it into words. The only words he could put it in at the moment were 'fucking bastard'. Besides he didn't want to talk about it. It was none of anyone's business. And yet his mouth opened.

"I read his obituary; it was..." he stopped suddenly and no word was filled in. "and more bloody truthful than he has ever been.

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Cole had been on the island long enough to know such things were possible, and in fact was in constant apprehension that he would find something similar from his own life. It was strange enough that people here knew of his work that he hadn't yet written.

"I'm sure that he will be back later and you two can hash it out," he said. "For now..." He smiled. "I shall tuck you in."

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"We have 'hashed it out'," Guy retorted in a dismal dry tone, but almost in the same breath his tone changed as he tugged Cole´s shirt, suddenly capable of standing on his own two feet. "Tuck me in, or join me?" he asked, lazily and still drunk.

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Cole sucked in a breath. "I... don't think I should take advantage of the situation, my dear. You're drunk."

Even though he very much wanted to. Or at least one part of him very much wanted to.

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To Guy being drunk wasn't an issue. When he wanted to forget, to set his mind to something else, anything that did so was welcome. A lopsided grin appeared on his face, making his sudden mood even more evident. "So?"

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"So, I've..." It was much harder to keep his resolve when the other man was looking at him like that, and even Cole thought he sounded lame when he finally concluded, "I've been trying to be properly romantic."

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Oh, bugger, yes; Guy realised he had fallen out of his role in this romantic approach. He liked it more than he would admit (for no one in their right mind would call Guy romantic to his face), but it hadn't been on his mind tonight.

The look stayed very much put on his face as he took the flower out of his hair. "Woo me, then," he suggested.

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"There is a difference between wooing and seduction," Cole pointed out as he plucked the flower from Guy's fingers.

He couldn't have said why he was going about things like this, with Guys in particular - it wasn't as if every indiscretion he'd had at home was framed by some sort of romance, but perhaps that was simply a difference in someone he liked versus someone he'd like to... well.

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To Guy there was liking (or love) on one hand and sex on the other. The two had nothing to do with each other. Occassionally twey met, but Guy had grown increasingly weary of that since his arrival on this island. He simply didn't believe in it. At least, that was what he had firmly told himself.

"And wooing involves leaving me alone in bed..." he pouted.

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"I'm trying to be respectful," Cole protested, suddenly unable to take his eyes off of Guy's mouth. Then he found himself suggesting weakly, "I suppose I could at least lie down with you..."

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Guy noticed where Cole's eyes were on and pronounced his words deliberately. "You could." Also, he probably needed to be in a horizontal position soon. He still hadn't quite composed himself.

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Cole had a feeling this might be a very bad idea, but he sat down on the bed and pulled Guy down with him, then bent over to pull off the other man's shoes. "You're probably going to fall asleep right away anyway," he said lightly.

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The soft suface was comfortable, the room was still spinning more than average; Cole could very well be right. But for now Guy felt quite awake and had no intention of falling asleep. Sadly, 'intentions' were often great tasks when one was drunk. He allowed the sneakers to be taken off and looked to the ceiling. His hand, meanwhile, was on Cole's back, rubbing it lightly.

No intention to sleep.

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Cole may have lingered bent for just a moment, enjoying the feeling of Guy's hand on his back.

But when he straightened up, he had a momentary loss of resolve, and turned his head to kiss him, one hand coming up to thread through his hair.

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Guy liked the kiss. He closed his eyes; his head spinning as he felt the lips touch his own. It was more drunkenness than marvel, but it was amusing how a kiss could be enjoyed for the kiss itself when one was drunk. A moan escaped him and little other thoughts crossed his mind.

No intention to sleep at all.