anger and bitterness are lethal poisons

“Hell yeah, it does. Every year. Lots of the same big names and lots of new ones too. It’s crazy.” Adam had spent his first two monster jams incredibly drunk. This was his first time making it through the music fest without his liver being constantly hammer by alcohol. “All the best famous people are supernatural, this proves it.”

“Can we meet somewhere in the middle and go with dumping a bottle of ice water on you? Random people passing by will react better to that than a slap. And it’s hot, ice water will be a good shock.” He joked, holding up the cup of water he’d gotten a few minutes before. “Or I can find the nearest water source and throw you in. That’ll take some coordinating, but I’ll make it work. When you least expect it they’ll be a bucket of ice water suspended above you.” 

“It’s a blessing and a curse. A weight I’m willing to bear to gift the world with my beautiful presence.”

“Can I just lump most of what I did in the beginning of my life into one big regret? ‘Cause that’ll be my answer.”

“You’ve got an opportunity in front of you. Sure, you could set those flowers aside and not wonder about who sent them. Or you could make an entire story about them to fit whatever you need at the moment. Do you have something you need to get out of? They were sent to you because of a tragedy. Or if you need a significant other to get someone to back off then they’re the one who sent them to you. Milk this.” 

“Colour me impressed. I’m taking that risk, you’ve got me intrigued.” Adam grinned at the idea. There wasn’t much on the menu that the werewolf didn’t like so he wasn’t bothered in the slightest by the risk. “I’m a daring person, I’ll place my life in your hands and take that risk. Just know, if I don’t have my coffee for the day lives will be at stake. I could build something below the building standers. I’m not the only one taking a risk, you’re taking one too.” He teased, getting caught up in a rambled hypothetical situation.  

“I’ll figure it out eventually.” He waved off his fake forgetfulness. “It’s the evilest way to get what you want without actually breaking the law. And why stop at one glitter letter? After you send the first one, wait a few days to a week or two and then send an entire glitter package. And then wait a month. They’ll let their guard down, maybe they’ll finally have cleared out most of the glitter, that’s when you strike again.”

Adam’s appearances in Hair of the Dog had cut down drastically since the werewolf had decided to piece his life back together in a what he could only hope passed as something the resembled healthy. He still enjoyed the atmosphere and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t nice having so many friends around and faces that he actually recognized. When he scanned the bar and his eyes landed on Eric he made a bee-line towards the other man. “Holy shit. Eric? What are you doing here man? Don’t tell me I’m hallucinating.”

“And here I was thinking that all mailboxes were just aesthetic pieces now. Is that why my bank is so angry at me, am I missing something?” He joked, playing clueless like he had no idea how to pay bills. “You should also mail a box of something annoying like box that throws glitter everywhere so that it annoys them and keeps them thinking about it for days, weeks, maybe even longer.” 

“I Comment you for writing something out these days. Actually mailing something in should catch their attention. Do you think it’ll be the first time that someone’s mailed something in since the turn of the 2010s? Better question, does Netflix still mail out DVDs? And if it does, how many people use that service. It can’t be more than like fifty tops.”

“Do you want the honest answer of the one carefully chosen to bring the biggest smile to your face?” He teased, spinning on his heels to turn back towards Eli. “This’ll be one hell of an interesting conversation though. Two amazingly interesting people. We should sell tickets, invite the entire town to watch. We’ll make millions.” 

“Woah, Hugo what’s up?” He held up both of his hands, keeping his stance relaxed despite the other man’s threatening reaction. “You could tone it down about fifty. You doing alright? It’s a bit of an extreme reaction.”

“Did you steal bubbles from the children?” He gasped in fake horror, choosing the most dramatic way to approach Emma as possible. “Don’t let anyone know I said this, but we deserve the bubbles and games more than they do.” He dropped his voice to a very loud whisper. There was no way that someone going by didn’t hear him. “You got a second thing of bubbles I can snatch?” 

“That’s exactly the kind of thing I’d expect from you, man.” He laughed, grinning at Hugo. “Hell yeah, I’ll take one. If I turn down food it’s a sign that something is very seriously wrong with me. Like the invasion of the body snatchers wrong.” He took one of the corn dogs from Hugo, taking a bit of it. “Carnival food is the best.”

“That’s how I roll, go big or go home. I either beat this game and get double tickets or I lose all the tickets I’ve gotten so far. It’ll make winning that unreasonably large stuff bear all that more worth it.”

“Totally me. Not even a hypothetical. It might’ve happened several times.” He grinned, absolutely no shame at all in admitting what he’d done on several occasions. “How is swimming in a pool naked different than swimming with your clothes on? It’s just swimming with one less piece of clothing on my body.  We’re all naked underneath our clothing Rocio.”