Shuffle.

Shuffle.

Shuffle.

Simon’s hands carefully pushed the cards of his deck back into place for the fourth time. There was little that was going to pull Asher from his book today. That much was clear. It didn’t stop him from trying though. In fact, Simon took it as a challenge at this point. While normally he’d love to sit and read, take in the day, but today he was just restless. And he wanted the attention of this man sitting across the table from him. Especially because he wanted to tuck those free strands of hair back behind his ear before he stole a kiss and ... chill out bud.

The deck was shuffled twice more before he’d managed to get the other to look up at him. Simon flashed that devilish grin and proceeded to lay out several of the cards. He could tell he was getting to Asher which was exactly what he wanted. “You know there used to be very, very taboo nonsense told about cards like these.” He smiled at the worn cards, moving them slowly into line as they’d been drawn. The wheel of fortune was first. “They say that you aren’t to buy your own deck but be gifted it.” He smiled as he eyed that card and then the next. The fool. So far he’d managed to find rather decent cards for the man before him. “They also say you’re meant to ask the deck a question before you shuffle. But both of those are a bunch of nonsense.” He didn’t know if Asher truly believed in anything he was saying or in what he was doing at all. But it was something Simon had been handed down from his mother and grandmother. Something he did to keep them alive in whatever capacity he could. 

They hadn’t really shared too much about their pasts. But as Simon got more into these cards, regardless of Asher’s thoughts, he saw good in them. Good for the both of them. The lovers and the ten of pentacles were next in line. It was hard not to imagine these were drawn for the two of them. He almost second guessed his shuffle but there wasn’t any way he could have grouped these cards together like he had even if he tried. “One of the more crazy theories is that if anyone else but you touches them then they’ll lose their abilities.” Simon turned over the final card; the star. All cards upright, all inviting and ready for what was to come. The smile tugged harder to the side as he’d leaned over them, laying his hand out on the table for Asher to take. 

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For those that never believed in any of the magic or extras of the deep south, of Nola specifically, Simon was incredibly grateful for the ignorance. For everyone else it was really a draw of the straws as to whether the stories of old ever meant anything to them. They’d always been his bedtime stories. For obvious reasons, they were meant to serve as a warning and instead the male had taken it as a challenge. That had always been his niche. Most likely always would be and he’d made his peace with that. To be fair he’d taken the last few years and really, truly mellowed himself out. His pack would say it was because he’d finally managed to sync himself seamlessly. Simon would never know the exact reason though he would always guess and always pick a different answer every time.It kept things interesting to say the least. What he would say about this night in-particular was that he was insanely certain the events of tonight wouldn’t be directly because of his own wants. Call it intuition or say he was full of shit but when he knew, he knew.

The pack spread upon the arrival at the bonfire that night. Of course it wouldn’t be a party without them, even the locals had come to terms with that. And there were plenty of faces mixed in the crowd that Simon hadn’t yet had the pleasure of meeting just yet. He was fairly certain he wouldn’t have a chance to get to too many tonight. That knot he’d felt earlier was back and it felt at least triple the size as it had then. Unable to sense it’s entirety, or location, Simon opted to find himself a nice cup full of brew. Undoubtedly bought off the back of a pick-up in a back alley. Exactly his kind of style. 

With drink in hand, the male found himself drawn towards the rather impressive bonfire these half lit college kids managed to pull out of their asses. To be fiar he wasn’t really that much older than they but there were times he’d felt some kind of linear space and time between himself and other’s. Or that was just that fucking feeling again. The back of his neck prickled as he’d taken a few large gulps from the red solo cup. It wasn’t the rest of his pack, though he could them on alert despite his calling for them all to calm down. For the time being, the heat from the flames licked his face and the denim of his jacket and pants. Rather cozy. Possibly aided by the beer he’d managed to suck down without so much as a care.  Simon begrudgingly pulled himself from the warmth and comfort the fire afforded him to get himself a refill.

At least none of the kegs were floating and the coolers still seemed to be plentiful. If he couldn’t readily slid right into party mode, then the party was going to help him. He grabbed the nozzle for the nearest keg and filled his cup quickly. Without hesitation, the cup came up and he’d downed the entire thing in a matter of three whole glugs. Exhaling hard, Simon peeked around being satisfied that no one else had seen him actually do that. It wasn’t really that he cared but it didn’t look all that charming. He’d opted to fill his glass again and do it all over but as he filled the glass back up the feeling came right back. 

Can’t even enjoy that tiny ass buzz. 

Simon looked up from his pour, scanning around until he’d seen a rather sheepish looking individual. His hair framed his face, eyes soft and he looked more lost and a pup in need of it’s mother. There you are. He dropped the nozzle against the drum and proceeded to grab a long necked beverage from one of the coolers on his way through. Whatever that was, he was going to find out. And he was going to do it before the rest of his pack had the delight of concealing and having their own fun without him. Again.

With the bottled drink extended, the gap closed between them and Simon put on his very best happy to see you face. Though it wasn’t really a face he’d had to put on this time. “You look a little lost.” And cute. He spoke loud enough for the other to know he was speaking to him, and him alone. “Don’t think I’d make any decent sort of Peter Pan but if you’d like I may be willing to try.” Simon took a sip from his own drink and smiled. “Trick is to get me drunk enough and it may just work out.”