#playsdirty

[tovska]

@playsdirty  //  spicy sc.

HE  HAS  BEEN  HERE  FOR  DAYS.  jameson understands that siggy doesn’t like leaving, understands that there is something in his past that is terrifying, and he doesn’t ask questions. all that he knows what to do is recognize the signs of distress, and bring some hard liquor, and stay. even if it has meant calling in sick from work, and skipping a class or two, in the name of being the good friend of which no one believes him even remotely capable. well, fuck them. upon the couch, head in his friend’s lap, he doesn’t need to think about what he’s doing, because he’s a little drunk  ( but what else is new )  and because somewhere, deep deep down, he cares. and he wants to help. after these days locked inside, he thinks a little trip out might be in order. “ we need to run to the store sometime. you up for that? ”

[tovska]

@playsdirty // siggy !! aaa !!

A  BLANKET WAS  TOSSED  OVER  THE  OTHER  WHEN  HE  PASSED  OUT  ON  HIS  COUCH,  television switched  off  to  spare  jameson the  noise.  morning had  come  quickly and  the  wink  of  sleep  siggy  snatched had  done  little to wane  away  at  the  weariness woven  into  the  marrow  of  his  bones, but  he  had  crawled  out  of  bed  anyway  and  taken  on  the  morning in  just  his  boxers,  started a  pot  of  coffee  (  a  bit  more  than  usual  to  accommodate  for  his  guest  ),  then  grabbed  a  box  of  cereal.  

steam  is  rising from  a  mug  that  says  ‘fuck  monday’ as  it’s  placed center  with  a  coaster  atop  the  coffee table  before  his  friend  and  slid  forward. he  glances  at  jameson,  gesturing with  his  index  to  the  mug  as  he  moves  off  to  grab  a  band  t-shirt hanging  off  the  back  of  the  couch. it’s  pulled  over  bare  skin  in  one  quick  motion and  tugged  down  past  hips.  

“  no.  ”

“  WELL,  FUCK  YOU  THEN.  ”   jameson probably doesn’t mean it. hues, rimmed with darkness, flutter open to his surroundings as a hand reaches from under the blanket to rub his face, feeling out the imprints that the arm of the coach have left in his cheek. even dim lighting is too much for him, and he’s soon to disappear under the blanket again for a moment as waking slowly, painfully pulls over him. how late had they been up? things go dark, disappear in his memory, and though it’s probably not a good thing, it’s nothing that a splash of cognac or whisky in his coffee won’t wipe from his conscience.

of course, this is easily remedied, and once a few moments have passed, he pushes himself from the blanket, and despite the headache, leans forward to grab a half - empty bottle of something clear ( where the fuck are his glasses? ) smells it first, then with a shrug, pours a good dollop into the mug siggy had provided. it’s not good when he takes a sip, but it’s better than feeling the hangover in full force. “ would it be stupid to ask if you slept any? ”

[tovska]

@playsdirty // i’ll kill you!!

PAINTED  NAIL  RESTS  IDLY  UPON  THE  RIM  OF  A  WINE  GLASS,  sliding back  and  forth  across  the  smooth  curve. he’s  amused  even  if  his  expression  doesn’t show  it,  comfortable enough  around  the  other  to  let  him  into  his  house.  he  has  no  idea  what  time  it  is,  but  from  the  sliver  of  window  visible behind  tall  curtains, he  believes  the  crack  of  dawn  has  split  the  thick  of  night,  if  he’s  not  mistaken.

“  that  might be your  first  ever  act  as  a  good  samaritan,  if  you  did.  ”  slender  fingers snap  noiselessly  into  a  finger-guns with  an  arc  of  brow.  “ you’d  ruin  your  reputation in  that  case,  though.  choose wisely.  ”

WHAT  REPUTATION?  laugh resonates, quiet and dark, in the back of his throat, and body lounges back against the cushions that he’s confined himself to for the night. he’s noticed the clock ticking, felt tired at some point. who cares? ( he’ll just wear sunglasses to class to hide the sleeplessness. ) friendship, or something like that, can be found in weird places, and he has no intention of leaving until he has to.

besides that ---- he still has his memories. clearly there’s still some work to do here.

“ what, you don’t think i’m a good enough lawyer to get myself acquitted for that? harsh. ” a sip finishes his glass, and though drinking from the bottle would be so much easier, he unsteadily pours himself another. a sly smile brightens the already mischievous look plastered on his flushed face. “ once i get that figured out, i’ll murder you personally. watch your back, is all i’m saying. ”

[tovska]

@playsdirty  //  roulette sc  →  patroclus  &  “ at the zoo ”  by simon and garfunkel.

“  WE  CAN  TAKE  THE  CROSSTOWN  BUS.  ”  patroclus knows that this suggestion will be resisted on the off chance that the entire offer of the outing is not outright refused, but speaks hopefully regardless. the other, he knows, has not seen much sunlight, and though the appeal of staying inside sticks with patroclus, he knows just as well that doing nothing will not make any improvements ---- and a trip to the zoo, he thinks, is not the perfect remedy, but it will be better than the alternative. “ it won’t be bad, ” he promises, “ we don’t even have to stay for long. ”