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[dettexhonneur-blog]

Favourite food?

It depends on the verse (because modern college Athos has a serious weakness for smartfood popcorn, he discovered it at college and can just inhale bags of the stuff), but in general he quite likes a good stew.  There are some rustic French country stews that he adores; a good thick stock with wine, vegetables and venison or beef simmering away in there, throw in some good herbs and give it to him with a thick, crusty bit of bread and he’s a happy man.  

[dettexhonneur-blog]

🎶

“People told me slow my roll,” Athos’ grin flashing wickedly as he finished pouring their shots, the party in full swing around them.  It was edging into the realm of chaos, nosing on up over toward actual fucking bedlam, and Athos loved it.

Loved it, because it was loud enough you could ignore anyone you didn’t feel like dealing with, because you couldn’t fucking hear them in the first place.  Loved it, because it was a sea of people losing their minds all around them, liquor splashing everywhere and the pervasive smell of cigarette smoke, underneath it the sneakier smell of weed, laced with sweat and unchecked drunken hormones.  Loved it, because in the middle of this madhouse, working his way through the human spectacle with his mates, he could ignore the noise inside his own head for a little while, let it get lost in the slow-motion, gleeful destruction of the poor fucking house that was offering as tribute for the night.

Loved it, because in the morning none of this carnage would be his problem, because this wasn’t his fucking house.

He raises his shot glass, giving Porthos a jaunty salute.  “I’m screaming out fuck that.”

[dettexhonneur-blog]

🎶 ! :)

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