January 20, 2003.01.20.03. - hungover [tristan][north jersey, condos]
(tristan)
Eventually he had made it to the shower... picking his way through decker's mess (christ what a slob) to make use of his own toiletries - he'd discovered last time that finding soap and shampoo is next to impossible. glad he always carries his own. Hoping no one needed the shower anytime soon, he filled the small bathroom with steam, used all the hotwater in some attempt to clear still pounding head. battered jeans were pulled back on, top button left undone so they cling pecariously to his hips, curls wrapped in a towel so as not to get the leather wet when he collapsed on the couch again, and promptly fell asleep (passed out).
And there he remains. sprawled on his back on the couch, towel still mostly under his head, but open to show the spill of those curls in some sort of halo-ish tangled array. On knee propped up and leaning against the back of the couch, the other flat, foot tucked around ankle, arm over his eyes to block the light that had continued to attack his eyes through the lids. And he snores. Not loud - but enough to notice. However - the pretty boy is almost feeling human again.(james)
at some point, in that fog of almost human sleep, the door opened
there's no slam of keys onto the counter, so it can't be Rune
there's no judgemental grunt seeing the Kin on the couch, so it can't be Decker
there's no thump of oversized feet on the plush carpet, so it can't be Luc
there's no incoming fog of dat good ganja, so it's most definitely not Livingston
that leaves one dreadlocked Gnawer making his way into the kitchen
nice and quietone bag stuffed full of Indian take-out boxes settles on the breakfast counter
soon to be followed by a haphazard sprawl of patchwork coat
the plastic rustling of yet another bag settled next to it
next water rushes, hot and steaming into the sink
antibacterial dish soap spread onto the dish scrubby brush thing
not like he really needs it
but it cuts down the itching later as things heal
and he just quietly sets to work washing the dirt and grit out of skin
the sink washing brown and black and crimson as new flesh is found
whatever happened after 'or something' wasn't quite as giving(tristan)
Door opens, and semi silent movements eventually tickle pass the fog of sleep and body reacts.. first, the snoring stops and settles into a deep breath, exhaled slow as fingers spread over lower belly, heralding the beginnings of a stretch, long and slow. It creeps over arm, shoulder, chest, shoulder and arm again until the one over his eyes is stretched over head... in conjunction with the smooth arch of back, lengthening of legs to get that full body good god that feels good because I haven't moved in hours stretch. It's then that eyes cautiously peel open - slow, just in case things still swim, then all the way when it is discovered the world has almost returned to normal. Hands scrub over face, rubbing away sleeps remnants from his eyes as stomach muscles crunch and pull lean body upright, while simultaniously fluid movement allows feet to find the floor.
Nails scratch over belly, hand pushes back unruley curls, gaze searches out the noise and slight (rueful) grin spreads over lips as sleep graveled voice murmurs. "mornin."(james)
"Evenin'"chuckled over the sound of rushing water
dark eyes rather amused glancing back over muscular shoulder
first at the slowly surfacing Kin, then to the setting sun through the curtained window just past
after an inspection (no rite of wounding here) that relentless crash of sound ceases
and the dish scrubber weapon thingie is placed back on it's hook to dry
he's turning to lean back against the lip of the counter
carefully drying off lacerated, busted up knuckles"The hell happened to you last night?"
(tristan)
A wry grin as he glances out at setting sun, followed by chuckle that trails into a groan as he forces body to react and stand, pausing to stretch 6'2" form completely before bare feet shuffle toward the kitchen, fingers scritching against skin just above waist of his jeans again.
"Tequilia." nodded, with another (almost back to full brilliance) boyish grin. "Whole bottle. cept the few swallows I let Imogen have. She's decided I'm not allowed to have tequilia anymore." Chuckled as he opens the fridge, grabs a carten of milk, opens, and drinks straight out of the carten, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he leans against counter and nods to lacerated knuckles. "you?"(james)
that? gets a laugh
a very damned amused laugh".... and when a Fianna decides you can't have anymore to drink...."
he lets it drift off in tease rather than insert the cut
even though he knows Imogen isn't technically Fianna kin anymore
her blood is still damned unmistakable
that's when a smirk curls over his lip
fingers spreading spiderlegs to look at the back of his hand
still very damned amused"Dumpster. There's take-out in the bag if you're hungry."
chin lifting to jut towards the bag that smells of mystic sugars and spices
by the way he still carefully controls himself
by the way he deliberately navigates every movement
oh yeh... that Rage is still wrapped tight around him
no matter how much he blew off last night(tristan)
He nods, his grin almost.. sheepish. "exactly - She was highly amused." which is saying a lot for Imogen some days, isn't it? "I think it was because I lost her phone - and only vaguely remember calling someone. I'm still hoping it wasn't a 900 number." chuckled, he wouldn't mind the cut, and the tease just keeps that grin right where it is,playing about his lips, dancing in dark gaze that sweep instantly toward the glorious bag'o'takout. Long arm reaches, snags, pulls the bag closer to grab random container.. "fuckin' starvin'... don't think I ate yesterday. today. whenever." Chuckled as milk is set aside, fork is grabbed and container opened. Sometimes its perfectly clear who's kin he is - as he digs in without reservation, without pause. James probably won't steal it back because he offered it - but when you get the chance to eat, you eat. Simple really.
A nod, glancing at those hands again.. chuckling slightly. The rage still coiled about him has that knot settled around the base of his own spine - but its better. Mainly because there isn't 4 of them in the same damn room.(james)
metal just has the most satisfying crunch
and it's a lot easier to live with annihilating a dumpster
than it is to take it out on living, breathing flesh that doesn't deserve it"Did'ja hit redial?"
casually glancing over at the Kin
dark brow lifting towards dreadlocks
that quirked grin absolutely unrepentant
and no, he won't steal it back
he grew up fighting for everything he got
and even though he trusts his packmates not to slight him like that?
he ate over half again as much was in the bag before even leaving the little resturaunt(tristan)
He makes a face and shakes his head. "she'd already taken the phone away. found it in the corner of the closet... apparently I'd thrown it there at some point while avoiding the.. ahem. tension."
He doesn't mention the joking of the other kin, making more 900 numbers and making him pay and such. He just continues to inhale the contents of little box..
"Pretty sure the call was to Randal - as he's bout the only other person I know around here - and I sure as hell didn't wanna talk to you all anymore. No offense of course." Boyishly grinned around his fork..(james)
"None taken. You get used to it with a pack structured like ours is. Some days? You just learn to sleep outside."half offered information
half rueful muse
there are days even he can't stand it and just has to get out
talk a walk, sit in the park, abuse a dumpster
he doesn't ask about the other name
none of his business who the Kin calls, really(tristan)
He nods, chuckling.. "Guess so." Though he's not exactly sure how it's structured other then Rune is beta, and james is omega, and he? is kin. And Imogen too who's mated to the moody modi. "Had decker walked in that door? I woulda made it out the glass doors in 0.5 seconds. Was wound up a bit tight." and that? is a bit of an understatement, and said with return of fully brilliant boyish grin. Food and drink having done wonders to restore equalibrium. Empty carten trashed, another grabbed, along with the milk, and he heads back to sit on the couch. This one isn't inhaled nearly as fast as he relaxes a bit more. Feeling more human by the minute now.
He of course wouldn't abuse a dumpster - sparing is one thing, actively messing his hands that make the music that makes his living is a different thing all together. And though it wasn't asked, he offers just the same - because James should know, and he'd find out anyway of course when introduced. "Randal's Family - Gnawer kin - as well." So yeah. it is his business to a small extent..(james)
"Three of six are full moons. Three of six are German. You get used to it. You get used to him, too... something put a lot of hate into that boy, along time ago."soon as Tristan moves to the couch
he's gathering the bag
fridge sucking open to reveal it's little cooling chamber qualities
food placed to wait until the rest of the pack either gets home or wakes up"Kin?"
interest perking
okay, maybe it is his business
glancing over in invitation for more(tristan)
"explains a lot." nodded with a slight chuckle,even admitting. "well there has to be something there with him - else I figure Imogen wouldn't upt up with his shit, yannow? I try to give him the benifit of the doubt.. he's pack, he's her mate, s'cool enough for me. Course - be nice if he gave me the benifit of the doubt too."
Grinned with a shrug. Some people just aren't as apt to do the learn aboutcha first then decide your fate. As spicy indian food washed down with more swallows of that milk - mental note made to get some more to replace it, even though his place should be open to move into today. fingers drag his hair back scritching a bit at the base of his neck before he lets curls fall where they will once more and nods. "yeah - he was there the night that kid almost frenzied in the street. He has the glyph on his jacket. Talked a few times - seems nice enough a kid. Works at o'toolies and some video store..."(james)
"He's a good guy if you can get past his personality and Tribe."it's just.... accomplishing that
it isn't easy, by any means
there've been times the Gnawer has had his doubts"She has. I'm.... wwwooorking on it." chuckled "Damn fine Warrior even if he lets that get in the way of his thought process sometimes."
a comment or a warning
probably both wrapped into one
he's felt the brunt of Decker's strength
there's still a mess of broken trees out in the Barrens from the last time the two of them got into it
inside of his lower lip chewed in a moment's frown of thought"Don't even remember him." sheepishly admitted "Was quite focused on Danny. Should probably look him up sometime, then, if he's family...."
it drifts off
and dark eyes study the the other
yes, that's correct
it's a Garou Warrior asking a mere Kin his opinion
wondering exactly what Tristan's thoughts on Randal are
times are hard and family's family
but it never hurts to be too cautious
especially with what's been happening to kin lately(tristan)
"Well, long as he doesn't touch the violin - I can ignore most anything else." Even broken trees, or broken bones, what have you. and fortunately, he'll be moving the violin to a safer place by the end of the day so the bitchin about 'caterwalin' won't be so often. Comment and warning taken as offered with a nod as second box is scraped clean, standing and heading to the kitchen to set fork in sink, and toss the box, few swallows finds empty milk carten joining the indian box as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
"S'understandable. You got him calmed down rather quickly because you were focused. Was glad to see him ok - even if I was standing by ready to trip him if he ran again."
Chuckled, and some niggling memory in the depths of alcohol fog.. "porn!" slips before its caught back and boy if that grin isn't sheepish... "some kid tried to rent some - it was Randal I called... cuz he offered to deliver some." chuckled as he rubs the light fuzz of unshaven chin - must take care of that before heading out, even if it's not a lot. boy would take years to grow a beard on that babyface - and he looks up to meet that dark-eyed study.. "Like I said, only talked to him a couple times, but gonna get together and play - he plays bass - soon as I'm in my own place. He's street, seems to be ok to me.. only thing that gives me pause - and reason he don't know where the condo is, and wasn't given the phone number here as because I've heard rumours about O'toolies.. Nothing specific of course, but word on the street is it's not the best place in the world to be. A job's a job though - and it may simply be that to him." A slight shrug. Family's family, yes.. but always important to be careful. "figured when we got together next you could make a well timed visit and form your own opinions." Because yeah... he's only kin - though the asking of his own is appreciated, and shown in his grin. Trust is a huge thing - and to be offered it.. well, means a lot.(james)
"Imogen cleans up after us... a lot.... but I didn't want to have to give her a reason to cover my ass more than necessary."and a brow lifts at the slip
unable to stop his own grin
Well then.the kid with the corkscrew curls and baby face
maybe a little peachfuzz five o'clock shadows
clean and glowing and looking human again
right next to the man with the junglevine dreadlocks and haunted eyes
scruffy and dirty and bloodsplattered
... he was never human to begin with but pulls it off nicely
both in the middle of the sleek GlassWalker's sleek kitchen
ain't that the sight"O'Tolley's, huh? Heard some shit about that, too, never been able to prove anything, though. I'll keep that in mind."
(tristan)
"understandable.. hey - did you know she plays guitar?" because Rune didn't, and he's been teasing her about dragging her off to play on a streetcorner. "invited her to jam with us sometime, if your interested and all."
And he cannot help that slight coloring blush as James' brow lifts instantly, and he just.. er. yeah. looks at bare feet on pristine floor. Well then. indeed. His grin unrepentant though as he nods, and lean shoulders lift in slight shrug. "Yeah - figured I'd call him soon as I got a phone hooked up at my place, get to know him a bit more before fully forming an opinion and all. We both know you gotta be where the money is, even if its just a few bucks an hour."(james)
dreads shift across his shoulders
chin dropping in a nod"Yeh, seen the case at her place a few times. Never asked her to play..... might actually get her to loosen up."
teased, of course
while he's been rewarded with the good Doctor's patented paint peeling glares more than once
he's also more than aware of the humor that hides behind the cold British exterior
he has even... get this.... seen her smilebut the teasing doesn't stop there
muscle through his bicep shifts
elbow edging against Tristan's
then nudging in playful shove
(point. and. laugh.)
oh yea, he saw that blush"Can help you track down some furniture, if you want. Second hand stores around here don't close until late..... might as well have it ready if you're moving in tomorrow."
he's kept fairly abreast of what's going on with the apartment
and since the Kin slept through today (which was a holiday anyway)
pretty certain to be doing any moving tomorrow
but might as well be ready for it, hm?"But I.... definitely... need a shower first."
(and need to fade there, have to get back to the hospital for the staff meeting)
Posted by james at January 20, 2003 12:00 AM
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