Christoph had been sitting in the lobby idly waiting for Drake to arrive. He had went down to the lobby early, because he was always early, never on time, early. He waved at Drake when he saw him and walked over.
"I know I've said I'd help, but I think I should be able to know what you're planning. So, what's this brilliant plan of yours?"
"Maybe one day you'll find an act that works on me...but I wouldn't count on it." He put the bag of candles that he was carrying into the car, "Were these the only things you needed?"
"I don't think I want an act to work on you," he said thoughtfully. "You're one of my only friends and I wouldn't want that to change....yeah, that was all I wanted to get. Unless you wanna go buy some handcuffs. I mean, they could come in handy."
"You know, I actually think my roomate has some. He's a porn star, in case I didn't mention, on top of being a bartender, so he brings home all sorts of really strange things. I learned very quickly not to borrow his clothes because I was shuffling around in his closet one day, and...wow. Even *I* said wow."
"I know I've said I'd help, but I think I should be able to know what you're planning. So, what's this brilliant plan of yours?"
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Then he raised an eyebrow, "Handcuffs? You want handcuffs - actually you know what, I don't think I want to know. So we'll just go get them."
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