Did you bring wine or women? No? Then go away.

“Get the hell out of here, or I swear to god-”

      “ ….. You’re an odd one. Do you really just want to lay there? Fine. Forget it.” he said after the fact Cross had followed to the ground. WHO knows he might have wanted the attention of the other – but guess that wasn’t going to happen.” If you force yourself up any time soon – I’ll be in the bedroom.” he called out walking away. MAYBE he’ll get a hint throw his drunken mind. 

He didn’t move at first, stretched out as he was, watching his lover walk away. Did he really want to move? Yes. Yes he did. Did he have the energy to move? No. No he did not. Eventually, his desire won out, and he bounced to his feet, practically skipping to the bedroom. 

          “ Shut up, I’m not gonna get sick. “

“When you vomit I’m not cleaning you up.” Cross replied, shrugging his shoulders before leaning sideways, his hip pressing against the counter. “And if you vomit on me, you’re dead.” This might be a show, he’s going to stay and watch. Never mind the fact that he mayor may not be getting just a little turned on.

“I can hear your heartbeat. You’re alive.”

          “ Oh yeah? Could a lightweight do this? “        Ripping the top off the bottle, Nea raised it to his lips, tilting his head back        as he began to chug.

“Ya, probably.” He replied, shrugging as he rested his hip against the counter. “And a lightweight would get sick, just like you will.” 

          “ I’m not a lightweight just because I can’t drink my weight in                 liquor. If there’s any left when I’m done, it’s all your’s. “

“You are a lightweight though.” Cross replied, reaching out and grabbing the counter, behind Nea, for support. “Why not just give me half of it now, then we’ll be good?” 

          “ No! You drank everything else, and I even bought you chips. This                 is mine. “

“Ya, but you’re a lightweight...” Cross whined, pointing to the bottle. “That’s fullllllllll.” 

          “ Great, now– Are you going to share those or do I have to fight                  you for them? “

“I’ll share if you do.” Cross replied, wobbling on his feet as he reached for the bottle of whiskey. That’s just what he doesn’t need; more booze.

“ if you won’t move with me — forget the bath and I’ll drop your ass down right here,” he spoke sighing deeply. 

“But...” Cross whined, nuzzling against Link’s neck. “Fine... I’ll lay here...” He agreed after a long moment, more or less falling back on the carpet, stretching out.

          “ Where’s the whiskey? You didn’t drink that too, did you? “

“I said I didn’t, didn’t I?” Cross replied, leaning against the counter, licking cheese off his fingers. “Maybe you shouldn’t be so blind.” 

He stood up then and cast one of the hobos he got especially familiar with a glance before he started to walk away. “Fine then.” he muttered, vaguely aware of Cross knowing this acquaintance. “I’ll go to your place.” He wasn’t going to bother stop walking. He did walk slower to wait for Cross to catch up while keeping his gaze locked on the ground as he bit the inside of his cheek to dull the pain in his chest. 

It wasn’t as if he meant to find him. Just that he’d turned up at the worst possible moment. “Lighten up, you’re going to get mugged if you stomp around like that.” The red-head barked, whacking his cane against a cart, startling a boy hiding behind it. 

          “ Patience is a virtue, you know. “

“How would you know, you have no virtues.” Cross watched his roommate set the bags down, his immediate impulse to cling to the other gone. Sure, he still wanted to cling, but now there were... Other reasons to cling...