So Defiant

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To be honest, if Zelda hadn’t helped him write this weeks clue, he was pretty sure he wouldn’t have done it. The papers were once again typed, seeing as Zelda stepped in and translated his drunken slurs into an actual riddle for him. He, probably needed to sober up. But with all the free booze, it was so hard.

“Las’ clue,” Alan slurred, staggering to hand out the clues. “Oh, merry Chris’mas an’ all.” Upon the page, in neatly typed letters reads the final clue. “When the countdown ends and the glasses touch, I am the one that people do want. I love to blow bubbles and am rather sweet. As the French would say, I am ‘blanc de blancs.’ What am I?”

With the final clues handed out, Alan could go back to his office and keep working on his newly enlarged stash of booze. It was pretty much the best plan he’d had all month.

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Okay. He really needed to stop drinking. But he had so much alcohol from this scavenger hunt. He’d have to thank Zelda. This was a great idea. It was like a booze wish list come true. It was starting to affect him more than he cared to admit. This week, he’d barely written the clue down once, let alone all six times. He did manage to get three written though, one of them with a coffee stain on it. He was sobering himself up, well, trying like a normal person at least.

“So, sorry, only got three this week,” he apologised, holding out the papers. “So I guess, share? Or I dunno, take a picture on your phone or something?” The lopsided writing scrawled out his third clue. “I am often misunderstood. Taken to be for old dowdy ladies. But the truth is, I am timeless. With cream, I can easily substitute for dessert. What am I?”

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He couldn’t resist drinking the scotch he’d received from his first clue. It was good stuff, some of it even his favourite brand. He had the next clue written down this time, didn’t get around to printing it. Zelda would probably yell at him for that. But then again, it wasn’t totally his fault. He had scotch. He was happy.

Alan handed out the hand-written pieces of paper. “Sorry, didn’t get to a computer,” he said with a smile, grabbing his glass to drink some of the amber liquid. Upon the papers, in rough, hand-written scrawl reads his second clue. “I am French and made from grapes. Some consider me one thing but really, I’m not. Beyond age is my perfection. What am I?”

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Alan handed out the pages Zelda talked him into printing. “Alright,” he said to his teams. Ah, some of these teams, great. He did a good job picking them. “Here’s your first clue. May the best team win.”

On the paper, the first clue to his first item. “Made from grain, I am always Alan’s favourite. I’m loved best with a single grain. Enjoy the dram. What am I?”

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impossiblysteadyaim:

Startled out of his funk, Adam blinked and felt his brow furrow as he examined both the liquor bottle now on the table and the man behind it. Who was apparently pouring some of it into his coffee..honestly Adam wasn’t sure if that was disgusting or genius. Couldn’t really tell without trying it, could he? At least he wasn’t pouring wine into it.

As the man’s words finally percolated into his brain, the demi-god shrugged and reached out to take the offered bottle. “Family will do that to you,” he replied as he poured some of the Irish Cream into his empty juice glass. “And thanks, I appreciate it. Though I don’t usually drink before noon…if at all.” Taking a tentative sip, Adam was surprised to taste not only whiskey but also a marshmallow-like sweetness behind it.

It was actually rather pleasant.

Smiling, he took a larger sip and chuckled. “I can see why this is a personal favorite. And you can call me Adam, Adam Shepard. Most people do. Comes with having a ridiculous first name, really.” He tilt his head, smile growing wider. “And I promise not to waste a drop of this gift. Honestly, I appreciate it.”

Perhaps some company would help get his mind off his mother.

Alan shrugged. He was used to that. Most of the demigods around here didn’t drink. Which he thought was stupid. Their lives were stressful as fuck. Like the whole balance between the mortal world and the immortal world. Like, that was a lot of fucking pressure. And a lot of the demigods were wound way too tight.

Like that Ivan guy. Fuck. He like never stopped thinking. Alan had seen him eat meals while non-stop writing in his little book. Dedicated sure. But also stupid. If he never loosened up to have fun, well, that wouldn’t turn out well for him. People wound that tightly always snap. And really, Alan didn’t want to be anywhere near him if that ever happened.

Alan nodded. At least this guy was taking the offered liqueur. “Not my real favourite,” he commented, sipping his coffee. “It’s just great in coffee. My absolute favourite is scotch, basically any kind except well scotch. But it’s not as good in coffee as this.”

“But yeah, I get it, families are stressful,” Alan agreed, taking a bit of his cereal. “If I had a dollar for every time my mom threatened to ship me off to military school, I’d be richer than Ches.” Oh. If only that weren’t actually true. After his mom and stepdad split, that became his mother’s idea of parenting. He’d act out, and she’d lecture him for 10 minutes about how military school would do him good. She never did anything about it. But still. It really was annoying.

“Nice to meet you Adam,” Alan said with a smile. “You’re, a hunter right? Partnered with the smartie pants?” He really should be better on this. But, Alan was bad with names and the like. “Staff-Road or something right? Zelda’s the one who’s good with names. And don’t worry about it. I’ve got enough booze to get this entire place drunk for a night. So, if you want anything else, come talk to me. If I don’t have it, I’ll get it. I’m pretty good with mixed drinks too. I used to moonlight as a bartender a few years ago.”

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insomniac4sleep:

“S’not my fault… Too much work not enough hours. I told you I got into my two programs i’m doing lots of preparation and trying to make sure i’ll have a top spot when I graduate. You’re coming right? To my graduation? Even if it’s my BM and not my MM or anything too impressive.” The odds of her family being there too were high maybe Alan coming wasn’t the best idea but she wanted him there, more than anything. “You’ll have to be nice to my parents.”

That was something she thought she’d never say to Alan, he was very nice. her parents were just… fairly conservative. “They don’t believe I drink, or DJ at clubs, or make my own music. Unless it’s piano related. And I suggest not insulting the christian god. Or mentioning the Greek gods, or politics, at all. Maybe just talk cars with my step-father, he’ll like that.”

Was Zelda paranoid, no, was she organized, most often. But this was her trying to make sure that her parents liked Alan. She really wanted them to like him, because she like him, a lot. More than she probably should. “There’s something else I should be mentioning to you but i’m forgetting…” Zelda mumbled very comfy and almost yawning. “Maybe Felix? He’s nice.”

Alan nodded, sitting up a bit to look at Zelda. He pushed some of the long hair from her face and smiled. “You couldn’t keep me away,” he said softly, his indigo eyes glowing with sincerity. Even if her family was going to be there, even if they didn’t like him, or approve of him. It didn’t matter. Alan was the type of guy that did exactly what he wanted, when he wanted. And he wanted to be there for Zelda.

“And me? Be nice? When am I nice? I’m a bad boy,” Alan said, settling back down next to Zelda. “But I’ll be on my best behaviour. All ‘yes sir’ and ‘no ma’am’ from me. You don’t have to worry about that. It’s your day, and I don’t want you worried about whether or not I’m getting you in trouble with your parents. I can talk cars. I rebuilt an antique engine back in high school. I’ll even be sober so they won’t wonder why I smell like booze.”

Alan nuzzled into Zelda, holding her close. “Met him, weird dude,” he murmured, his fingers absently running through Zelda’s hair. “We can talk later. Get some sleep ZeeZee. You need a nap. It’s, I think Havi is putting me to sleep again.” It had been a while since Alan was susceptible to Havi’s aroma. Either it was Havi or just having Zelda in his arms that was making him sleepy. Alan closed his eyes, relaxing against the steady breathing of Zelda. “Sleep well Zee,” he whispered, kissing her head absently before drifting off to sleep.

Alan woke up and smiled. Zelda was asleep, using his chest as her pillow. She really was beautiful. Easily one of the most beautiful girls he’d ever seen. He really was lucky to have her as his partner. Shaking  her shoulder lightly, he smiled. “Zee, wake up,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at the alarm clock. “You’ve been asleep for like an hour, and you know if you take too long of a nap you’ll have no chance of sleeping tonight.”

Alan maybe worried about her too much. She was, she was special. Most people bored Alan after a little while of knowing them. Sam was his first exception to that rule. Ellie wasn’t that boring, but that was likely that it was because he met her through Sam and she clearly made his friend happy. But Zelda was most definitely an exception. Probably the most unique. Usually, Alan was the kind of guy that didn’t like ‘going back for seconds’. Yet Zelda was an exception to that rule too.

“Let me see those dresses,” Alan said, nuzzling Zelda quickly. “Gotta see them on to tell you which is better.”

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insomniac4sleep:

“Good afternoon.” Zelda smiled seeing the other still in bed. “It’s around 3 pm. A bit longer than usual don’t you think?” Zelda said tossing the dresses on her bed kicking off her shoes and joining him in his bed. “And the dresses are for my performance at some club tonight which I need your help on deciding which one to wear.”

Zelda didn’t enjoy a lot of things but a sleepy Alan who was willing to cuddle, she wasn’t going to pass up on. He was warm, the bed was warm and she yawned slowly, and now the rest of the week was catching up on her. Even if she had to perform it wasn’t for a while she could sleep a little it’d be fine.

“Don’t think your getting out of helping me decide which dress. Even if i’m tired.” Zelda mumbled as she scooted closer to Alan’s chest putting her face in his neck. “I should start trying on those dresses, and have you listen to the music set. And start grabbing all of my things. Who’s the child of Dionysus here?” she joked softly.

Alan sat up a bit, shifting to drape his arm around Zelda. He closed his eyes, nuzzling against her. Gods he was tired. He didn't sleep terribly well the night before. Probably not drinking as much as usual contributed to that. But he'd run out of scotch and wasn't in the mood for anything else. He needed to talk to the little witch or whatever. 

Selene was her name. He'd heard she could do this magic thing with turning water to wine. Like Jesus level shit. Maybe she could do like water to scotch. Wine was more Sam's thing. It took a lot for Alan to actually get drunk without his powers, he usually skipped right to liquor. 

"Dresses can wait," Alan murmured, pressing his nose into Zelda's hair. "For now, we need a nap. You haven't been sleeping well." It wasn't a question. It didn't have to be. He knew she hadn't been sleeping well. Alan usually slept pretty well. But he'd wake up and her bed was unslept in. "A nap will do you good."

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insomniac4sleep:

Zelda needed Alan’s opinion on something quickly. Ches had given her two outfit options and now she wasn’t sure which to wear. Since this was for a party Alan’s opinion would be the best. “Alan?” Zelda asked walking into their room hoping he would be there.

She had two different dresses in her hands and truly didn’t know which to pick. they were both nice but Zelda didn’t want nice she wanted something so when other people saw her they wouldn’t think of her as the DJ and then when she was they would still pay her. Maybe even extra. But if they touched her she wasn’t afraid to punch them. That’s where her rings came in handy, they left marks even if they weren’t the knuckle dusters.

And she was more than willing to use those on humans if they didn’t listen the first time. Who knew if she ended up breaking up a fight she usually got to go home with some sort of booze. That would be nice.

Alan was still asleep. But as Zelda said he name, he blinked awake and smiled. His partner really was beautiful. "Morning," he murmured. Yeah yeah, it was probably the afternoon by now. Alan stretched and looked from Zelda to the dresses in her hand.

"You know, usually, you're almost naked when you have a dress in your hands," Alan said, propping himself up a bit. The crease between her eyebrows said she was thinking. Alan smiled at her, scooting over in his bed and tossing back the covers.

"What's on your mind?" He asked, really hoping she'd get the idea of coming to cuddle. He was tired. He was dressed only in baggy pajamas pants and his bed was so warm. "What's with the dresses? What time is it even?" He could roll over and look at the clock, but he really doesn't feel like it. He just wanted to wrap his arms around Zelda and snuggle in. Then he really just wanted to go back to sleep.

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guideindeath:

“To imbibe means to drink. However, in some cases it means to absorb or assimilate. That usually implies you are speaking about ideas or knowledge. Regardless of meaning, you mentioned coffee, did you not?” Felix replied, not skipping a beat. This was becoming an all too familiar conversation. Then again, he was used to being the smart one. However, that didn’t mean he was a jerk about it. Felix valued knowledge and the passing on of said knowledge. When he had the opportunity, he explained difficult concepts and esoterica.

“Are you sure? If you have a place in mind, we can go there,” he said a bored expression on his face, “Personally, I could care less. I try to not waste any more time on food than is necessary.” This was true. He had never learned how to cook. He never bothered, preferring microwave meals and ordering out to actual nutrition. Well, “prefer” was putting too strong a point on it. It was more he couldn’t be bothered to feed himself until someone mentioned he needed to eat or asked when he last ate. At that point, he felt compelled to at least eat something. If for no other reason, then to shut up whoever was nagging at him.

He raised an eyebrow when the conversation steered towards Sam. The name sounded familiar, then again a lot of names sounded familiar. Someone had complained to him about his lack of… he thinks they said care, but he isn’t too sure. Essentially that conversation boiled down to the fact that he never bothered to learn anyone’s name (nevermind that he barely interacted with anyone) unless it was on a piece of paper in front of him. Needless to say, that person (who was it that had said that to him?) was right. He was struggling to put names to faces. Everything was a blank for him. It bothered him how out of touch he was in his workplace. He felt a frown settle on his face, his brows crunching in concentration.

He felt Alan stop suddenly. He looked up him and saw the grin. He heard alcohol and getting wasted? Oh, he meant drunk. This was strange to him, this way of speaking. Wasted was such a strange word. But he shook his head of his thoughts and cleared his throat. “If you wish to partake, I will not stop you. I prefer not to get drunk. I am rather a lightweight and I get sick from drinking very easily,” he explained, shrugging in apathy. It wasn’t a total lie. He did prefer not to drink, just for different reasons.

Alan just looked at Felix as he defined the word. “Yeah, I really don’t care what it means,” he admitted. Usually, when he said ‘what does that mean’ people usually just used a different word. “Okay, no food then, so, coffee shop for coffee and maybe a pastry, we can do that. Ooh, no cookies or sweets for me though. Eve would kill me if I ruin my beautiful figure.” Even Sansby had been trying to get Alan to model for Sansby since he and Sam became friends several years ago.

He’d done a few photo shoots for her, but nothing terribly committing. He had his work here to worry about. He and Zelda were the best the organisation had in terms of covert operations. They blended in best by standing out. Commanding an audience. No one expected undercover demigods to literally make themselves the centre of attention.

Whoa. Was that, did Felix seriously just say no to drinking with him? Wow. No one had ever said no to drinking with him before. Alan literally specialised in being everyone’s favourite drinking buddy. No one ever had a hangover when drinking with Alan.

“Relax, we’ll get coffee, like a bagel or something, and then we’ll go out for a drink,” Alan said with a shrug. “You won’t get sick drinking with me. What part of ‘son of Dionysus’ did you miss? Literally the best drinking buddy you could ever have. No hangovers, no bad effects, nothing. I’m very good at what I do.”

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guideindeath:

Felix let out a quiet sigh of relief. He was dropping the sex thing and the club bit. In a strange weird, he appreciated it. However, just when he thought the man was going to let him off the hook, he dropped more invitations. It was his turn to raise an eyebrow. He wasn’t one to receive invites to things. So what was Alan’s game? He couldn’t read the man.

“Yes I eat. Last I checked, most people still needed to imbibe,” he snarked at Alan. He ran a hand through his hair and decided to finish packing up. He carefully fit the lawyer’s papers into their own envelope. He would take care of it. Just not right now.

“The fish comment was meant to be a metaphor,” Felix sighed, rolling his eyes. He got up from his chair and adjusted the shoulder bag. He put his hands in his pockets, and watched Alan carefully. He was too laid back, too collected.

Alan was an unpredictable element. He wasn’t sure if he liked such a person taking interest in him.

He was still doing the touching thing. He carefully gave himself a bit of space. He had a feeling he wasn’t getting out of this. He allowed himself to be led and he followed Alan. “I am Felix Sullivan. I am a Monster Hunter Handler. I am the son of Thanatos. I recently got back from a trip and I do a lot of paperwork. What more is there to know?”

Alan raised his eyebrow. “What in the gods name does ‘imbibe’ mean?” he asked. Great. Another asshole who liked using big words. Sam did it just to fuck with him, and Zelda would do it and forget that he didn’t really know big words. “Whatever, you eat, so let’s go eat.” Alan smiled, nudging Felix again.

“You eat, I eat, let’s get out of here and get something to eat,” Alan said with a smile. “You can pick the place. We can even get fast food if you want, but I’d rather we stay away from that. I work hard enough on my body not to throw it away on a burger from McDonald’s. Do you know how many hours I’d have to spend sparring with Sam to work that off? And trust me, sparring with Sam, usually a bad idea. Kid may be a huge fucking nerd but he hits seriously hard.”

Alan chuckled softly, leading the way to the courtyard. “Seriously though, Sam super fucking strong,” he continued, smiling. “He once punched a hellhound so hard it burst into fucking flames. It sucks to be on the flip side of him sparring. I mean, he restrains himself sparring with me, so no bursting into flames for me. But still, I don’t usually beat him in a fight. The exercise is good though.”

Stopping suddenly, Alan grinned. “You know, we could get some good scotch while we’re out,” he said with a chuckle. “Want to get totally wasted? I’ve got some extra cash on me right now.”

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guideindeath:

Felix had to pinch the bridge of his nose to keep himself from punching the guy. He was surprising himself today. He wasn’t used to losing his cool.  He had no idea what it was about himself that was so fascinating or attracted this need to ‘pull him out of’ whatever it was people thought he had fallen in.

He sighed when the name came out of Alan’s mouth, but it pinched again when sex came up. He closed his eyes and counted to 20. It was going to be okay. He could turn this around. He could make the attempt at the very least.

“The name is Felix. Felix Sullivan. I am a Monster Hunter Handler. I… apologize for my appalling lack of manners. I am unused to dealing with the Hunters directly. I have never been that good with people,” he explained in a cold monotone, expression not really changing so much.

He sighed when sexuality came up. He figured there was no need to beat around the bush. “I don’t swing anyway. I am not looking for sexual relations or a relationship. To be honest, there are better fish in the sea than myself. I would focus on them. But I thank you for the offer,” he ground out that last part. He was going to say it even if he didn’t fully mean it. This was perplexing for him. He wasn’t this… expressive usually.

The man has an ability to get on a person’s nerves.

Alan laughed. He could tell he was irritating Felix. But he needed to lighten up and Alan was just the guy to help with that. A lot of people here took everything way too seriously. This guy was no exception. Alan preferred having fun. People needed to remember to have fun.

"Then Felix, you're in luck," Alan said with a smile. "I'm very good at dealing with people." Probably didn't seem like some times. He was a bit forward and despite being good at reading body language, he didn't always listen to it. Alan very much did what he wanted.

"So no sex, no club, do you drink coffee?" Alan asked, raising an eyebrow. "What about food? Do you eat? You need to get out of here for at least an hour." He wasn't about to take no for an answer. "And I've got fish. Five of them. They glow in the dark. They're like, rave fish. James, Mick, Jesse, Tori, and Allie are their names." Alan grinned. Yes. He named the fish after porn stars. No. He wasn't ashamed.

He just wasn't going to mention that to Zelda.

"So, you gotta eat right? Let's go, get a bite, get you to unwind a bit," Alan said, nudging Felix towards the door. "So, what's the story? My partner, Zelda, and I, we train people. The two of us do the recon missions for the most part. Blend into a crowd and stuff."

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guideindeath:

He hadn’t meant to say that. Honestly he hadn’t. But there was just…something about Alan that grated on his soul today. To be fair, he mused to himself, people usually grated on him. That was no surprise. What was surprising was that Felix let Alan keep talking. He would normally leave around the time someone even suggested he needed to ‘lighten up’ or that he was overworked. It was nobody’s business but his own.

He understood the need to do so though. It was some sort of humanitarian effort to ensure that everything was okay and that someone didn’t snap do to overwork. Or at least he guessed that was why people did it. People confused him. Their mannerisms, their speech, their strange rules of etiquette… It was all so confusing. It had taken him years to master politeness around his colleagues. He still spooked them a bit. It didn’t help that he was the son of Thanatos. He realized there was something about him that was…off putting. He had made peace with that a longtime ago. That was the way he worked. He was the cold one and…

He stopped the train of thought and focused back into what Alan was saying. It gave him something to latch onto, something to distract him.

‘He’s still smoking that cigarette. Disgusting. Something about Zelda… Zelda, Zelda. Where have I heard that before?’

His thoughts flowed as he listened to Alan meander and smoke his disgusting cigarette. He hated the smell. It made him ill. He heard him say something about a club.

‘What is he talking about? Clubs? Drinks? Oh. He is attempting to socialize with me. This is new. Why would I want to go to a club? All those people and the noise,’ he thought quietly to himself as he packed away his papers into a binder.

When Alan brought up sex, he could feel his face pinch and he worked faster to pack up. Nope. This conversation was not happening. He was not getting talked to by some… guy about his sex life. Or rather his lack thereof. Nope. Nope. Nope. The touching wasn’t helping either. He tried to surreptitiously scoot away from the nudging and the touching.

“I appreciate your concern… Alan, but I feel I can manage myself just fine. Thank you for your concern,” he practically gritted out, trying to keep the frustration and irritation out of his voice.

Alan raised an eyebrow. This guy was a tough nut to crack. He was going to need to up he's game. He'd met people like this guy before. But he could always get them to relax and lighten up. Alan had a knack for that, getting people to relax.

When the man started packing up quicker with a pinch expression on his face, Alan figured that could quickly. Sex made him uncomfortable. So either a virgin or just not sexually active. Which meant it was now completely Alan's responsibility to fix that.

Maybe it really was none of his business. But Alan wasn't the best with boundaries. Especially when sex was involved. "Right, so no name still, I'm gonna give you one," he said with a smile. "So Steve, you need to get sexed like a year ago."

Alan put his arms around the man's shoulders. "So Steve, how do you swing? Regular club or gay club? I'm good for either," he said, smiling at him. "And I won't take no for an answer. So, it's best you just tell me your actual name and how you swing. Cause otherwise, you might feel awkward when I get you set up with the wrong kind of person."

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guideindeath:

Felix Sullivan pressed the palms of his hands into his eyes. He took a look at his watch. It was edging on 5. He had been up for 36 hours at this point. The lack of sleep was becoming evident at this point. He had just gotten back into town this morning and came into work regardless. His superiors had tried talking him into taking the day off, but he was aware the work wouldn’t do itself.

Felix was flipping through the same paperwork he had been carrying around for the last couple of days. To be frank, he wanted nothing to do with this packet of papers. He had to fill them out, get them sent out, and play a back and forth game of tag with lawyers.

‘Joy of joys,’ he thought bitterly. He would rather be filling out an incident report, scheduling training, filling out mission briefs, even making Dionysus’ grocery list.

Despite his annoyance over filling out the paperwork, he was at glad to be settled in his favorite chair in the library. The smell of dust and paper filled the room. A breeze rolled through an open window, mixing with the dust and warmth. He breathed in, feeling himself relax slightly. It was a shame he had to waste his time on this task. It would be much nicer to read or even nap in his favorite chair. A waste of a beautiful afternoon.

The scent of smoke assaulted his nostrils, making him crinkle his nose in disgust. The smell of smoke was accompanied by a voice. He looked up,facing the culprit- cigarette still dangling in his fingertips. The offender (Alan he had said he was) was trying to speak with him.

Oh today of all days. Wonderful.

Felix looked up at Alan and opened his mouth. He had wanted to be polite. He had wanted to show a modicum of control, of professionalism. This was a colleague after all. But no, his mouth had other plans.

“Do you mind not polluting the air? I am afraid you only increase the level of stupid in the room,” he replied in a cold, monotone voice.

It was going to be one of those days.

Alan only laughed. He’d been asked to stop smoking before. But, he never really listened. The closest he ever got to that was smoking on the roof at his mom’s house when he was sixteen. “Would love to, but I already lit it, and I don’t have an ashtray,” he said, leaning back to blow a small smoke ring. This guy looked seriously overworked. This is what Alan did best.

“You should lighten up a bit man,” Alan said, before inhaling on the white cylinder. “I know this killer club, my partner, Zelda Reese, she DJs there some times. But it’s crazy fun. The bartenders are pretty good too. I’m better, but, my stash is currently running low.” It was a matter of time before Zelda obtained more booze. That, or he snuck off campus to buy more himself. But that took effort.

He had a feeling this guy would be hard to convince to go out. He might have to make him a bit tipsy first. Then again, he did hate doing that against people’s will. “So, stranger, let’s get a name and let’s hit the club. You look like you need to get laid way more than I think I do,” Alan said with a laugh. Getting up, Alan tossed the butt of his cigarette into a nearby garbage bin.

Walking back over to the man, Alan nudged him. “Come on. That paperwork will still be there when you get back. I made it two whole years without touching a piece of paperwork,” he said with a laugh. “I’ll buy you a drink, and everything. Working that hard is definitely not good for you man.”

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@guideindeath

Alan didn't often find his way into the library. Books weren't his thing. But then again, he needed to brush up on his wine pairings. Alcohol and blending in were his specialities. He and his partner, Zelda, were masters of it. They were so fucking casual, so nonchalant. They blended into their surroundings. Especially at a party scene. Alan was the centre of attention, drawing the crowd while Zelda's talent with music created an ambience.

They blended in by standing out.

But, it wasn't always college parties. Alan was rusty on his wine pairings. His usual drink of choice was a good, old fashioned scotch. Despite his father being the god of wine, it wasn't Alan's usual drink. But should a mission take them to, say, a fancy wine tasting, Alan needed to know his stuff.

So, Wine Folly it is again. He grabbed the slim book, flipping through. He remembered these illustrations. Simple, indicating the point. Let's see. Right. Wines with lower acidity taste sweeter than wines with higher acidity. That made sense. Like, lemonade with less lemon tasted sweeter than a fucking lemon.

Two pages. That's all he read before he got so, bored. He pulled out a cigarette, putting it between his lips. After glancing around quickly, he flicked his lighter, lighting up. Should he be smoking in the library? No. Would he anyway? Absolutely.

That's when his eyes fell on the tattooed man, head buried deep in paperwork. Wow. What a totally nerd. Then again, he was friends with Sam. Pretty good friends actually. Sam was the biggest fucking nerd he knew. Dork glasses and everything.

Alan shut his book, closing it and leaving it on the table. He got up, and made his way over to the man. "Hello there, you look, overworked," he said, exhaling smoke away from the new guy. He'd seen him around before. But he couldn't quite place where though. "I'm Alan by the way, Alan Cooke, son of Dionysus, monster hunter extraordinare."

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impossiblysteadyaim:

Adam nudged his oatmeal around the bowl, listlessly rolling a blueberry between his spoon and the clumpy oats. He didn’t feel much like eating today but knew he had to keep his strength up. Calls with his mom usually left him irritated and listless, especially when she refused to acknowledge the fact that she needed a stable job.

Frowning, he took a quick bite, swallowing it down even though the oatmeal tried to stick in his throat. I mean he understood the need to do something you loved…but sometimes a person had to be practical. You couldn’t pay the bills with one or two massage clients a month. It just wasn’t feasible.

Sighing, Adam took another bite, trying to pretend that he could still taste something on his tongue.

Alan was not a morning person. Definitely not. He had a personal rule of never waking up before noon. At least unless Zelda woke him up sooner. Today wasn’t one of those days. But today, was a rarity. Alan hadn’t drank enough last night to properly pass out until noon. So here he was, fussing over his dark hair well before noon. Positive side though, he was awake early enough for breakfast. And that meant mimosas. Well, more like Irish coffee. Alan wasn’t a fruity drink kind of guy.

Grabbing his small bottle of Irish cream liqueur, Alan made his way to the cafeteria. He hadn’t eaten breakfast in years. What did people eat these days? Hopefully cereal was still a thing. Seemed simple, but seemed delicious enough. Cereal and coffee, with a splash of the liqueur. Now, Alan was usually against morning drinking. He preferred to save the booze until after 3. But this was a special occasion. It’s been years since Alan naturally woke up before noon. That called for a celebration.

Getting a bowl of Fruit Loops and a cup of coffee, Alan scanned the cafeteria quickly. He frowned, setting his stuff down across from an unfamiliar face. “You seem way to down in the dumps for being before noon,” Alan said, smiling at the dark-haired man. “And you look like you need this a lot more than I do.” Alan pulled the small bottle from his pocket, setting it on the table between the two of them. “Brendan’s Irish Cream Liqueur, personal favourite of mine. Great in coffee.”

Alan took a few bites of his cereal, before adding a splash of the liqueur to his coffee. Zelda would skin him if she knew he was morning drinking. “I’m Alan, by the way,” he said, taking a drink of his Irish coffee. “Alan Cooke, son of Dionysus, so you know sharing my liqueur is a huge thing. You look stressed, just trying to help.”

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Zelda smiled, it was always the same with them regardless of what they were doing. They always ended up here or in their room drinking and smoking. Zelda figured she could probably pick up smoking if she truly wanted to without being addicted yet being around Alan so often. But, she stayed away from things she could get addicted to it was easier than trying something and hoping you wouldn’t get addicted. She was positive Alan had an upper hand because of his father in that department.

“Uh-huh.” Zelda rolled her eyes a smile on her face as he said he’d turn it in tomorrow. She quickly finished her drink and moved over to the cabinet looking over all the options. “I’d suppose the god of parties would have an upper hand there,” Zelda smiled softly.

“Did you ever figure out how to make the rainbow shots?” Zelda asked curiously looking at Alan. She’d mentioned it after seeing it done at one of the parties she’d been at. Of course they’d also been doing body shots and Zelda wasn’t fond of those. Zelda wanted to get drunk very quickly, usually she had the patience to enjoy her drinks but now? She wanted to be in Alan’s arms and not hate herself.

She pulled out some of the tequila putting a small amount in her glass. Zelda made sure to grab a lime and cut a piece out wrapping the other part and putting it into the refrigerated snack drawer. She took the shot and sucked on the lime, she’d gotten over most of the taste, it was the lingering burning sensation she hated. Zelda made a noise of unhappiness and then looked to Alan. “Did we ever get the, uh,” She gestured with her hand. “Movie about the, Breakfast?” Zelda knew she wasn’t being very specific but the sound track was amazing and she could do with some good old music.  

Alan nodded, smiling at Zelda. “He really does,” he assured her. “I’m pretty sure it’s cheating though. I mean, using your godly powers to win all drinking games ever? Seems like cheating to me. It’s almost cheating that I use my godlike powers to win most drinking games ever. But not quite, of course. I mean, it isn’t actually godly so I’m in the clear.”

Ah the rainbow shots. Zelda had mentioned it a while back. Alan, of course, googled how to make them. “Of course I figured it out,” he said, grinning. “Really think I wouldn’t? One round of rainbow shots, coming right up Zee.” Alan grabbed the shaker, grenadine, pineapple juice, vodka, blue curaçao, and of course, the ice. He mixed the drink together quickly, pouring out the multi-coloured shots into their own glasses.

“So, what colours are you taking and which am I drinking?” Alan asked, gesturing at all 8 shot glasses. The colours went from red to blue. He might have been able to swing it down into purple. Except there weren’t enough shot glasses in here. The 8 they had were for when they were training. Alan used them to drink the trainees under the table.

Whether or not that counted as training, he wasn’t totally sure. But it was a great excuse to get plastered. “Breakfast movie?” Alan echoed. He wasn’t sure that he’d ever heard of that. If Zelda mentioned it before, he must have been plastered. Although, that was his usual state most days. “Maybe? We’d have to look at our collection I think. I barely remember what we have anymore.”

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“Mmm, not lately.” Zelda smiled watching him go through the papers as she drank. “Technically paper work has always been a thing, I hadn’t been doing mine, and I figured you had no clue. So I made a trainee do most of it and then went over it. I guess the Man figures we would do it at some point. Little did they know we wouldn’t.” Zelda sighed watching him pull out another cigarette. She wasn’t fond of the habit, it was slightly disgusting in her mind, but it also left a taste which could only be described as Alan.

It also made him look amazing. She’d seen multiple women fall into his arms while they were on missions. Yet he never seemed interested in them.

She beamed at his grin and acceptance to get drunk. “Remember to hand those in, it’d be a waste if you did them and then never turned them in.” Zelda said watching him set the papers aside. She thought about what she wanted, she tried to give Alan a challenge if he wanted practice. She thought for a moment before succumbing to her usual drink. “Manhattan.”

Zelda finished the scotch in her hand, full aware that drinking whiskey and scotch in a short period was going to have an affect on her. She took the drink as it slid across the table. “One of many indeed.” She grinned to Alan taking a sip. “Perfect as always. Although I’m sure you’d be able to drink me under the table if we did shots.”

The feeling of alcohol always made her warm inside. She was positive that she’d probably wake up tomorrow in Alan’s arms and not mind it. The thought of watching movies and being by his side was comforting.

Alan laughed. “Well, you’re a life saver,” he said, smiling at her. “And really? I can’t believe I didn’t realise we were supposed to do paperwork. I suppose if I did, I’d end up here anyway, smoking and drinking.” Alan chuckled softly, exhaling a string of smoke. He knew that Zelda didn’t care much for his habit. But he couldn’t help it sometimes. It wasn’t just a habit anymore. If he was being honest, he had an addiction. But he didn’t care that much in the long run.

Sure, he’d wake up with a pang in his head, a twinge reminding him of the pack that he likely left in his jeans from the previous day. But the feeling it gave him in the long run, worth it. The stimulant was great for his focus, and the sedative calmed him when he felt that overwhelming need to do something incredibly stupid.

“Yeah, yeah,” Alan muttered, making a face. “I’ll turn it in tomorrow. I’m busy.” Alan gestured at his drink. He was busy getting drunk. He loved getting drunk with Zelda. He did enjoy waking up with her in his arms. She was warm, her skin was soft, and her hair smelled amazing. He really did like it. She was the best person to get drunk with. He supposed there was a reason they were partners.

“I could drink anyone under the table,” Alan said with a laugh. “Except dear old Dad, of course. But don’t have drink you under the table to get drunk.” Alan sipped at his drink. He felt the slight tingle from the alcohol, but he was far from drunk and far from even tipsy. After all, Alan could be fully functional with a few drinks under his belt.