[Open] The Nights

[Kaspar]

He chuckled as the three of them stumbled forwards, J. disentangling himself to find his own feet and after a moment of uncertainty managing it with some semblance of drunken grace. Hel's hand hovered at hip height, ready to reach out and steady the man should balance once more see fit to elude him. There was a moment as the man seemed to consider his surroundings, to decide quite what to do with himself now that he was once more thrust into the real world and Kaspar found it somewhat amusing to observe. "An evening stroll it is, but i'm not giving your scrawny *** a piggy back." Those baby blues drifted from head to toe and back, humming thoughtfully. "Well, maybe I could be convinced." Flirtatious? Of course, but there was no real intention of trying to take either man home.

In fact Kaspar was really rather hoping for more friends who weren't all about getting in his pants, while he was cool with being affectionate and familiar with friends, he had enough lovers to keep him busy for a lifetime. His time was limited, not much more to spread around and Hel was beginning to decide where his priorities lie. He'd made a lot of friends when he arrived here, but most of them were vapid clubbing friends, few he could have discussions with and when he'd found people who fit well into his life the relationships grew into something more complex. Yes, he did think of them as friends, as people he could spend time with, talk with but there was the added layer of confusion that intimacy brought. Where was the line drawn?

Dublin was at it again, being somewhat practical with his assessment and Kaspar let it draw him from his reverie. "Ew, ja, please do not." He wrinkled his nose, moving closer to the Irishman, chucking a casual arm over the man's shoulders. "Food! I could eat, could you, Dublin?" The question was innocent enough, Kaspar wasn't interested in making a meal of the human and it was his way of ensuring the man didn't either. "I'm feeling something sweet, or hideously bad for me and deep fried." Long fingers came to rest over his abdomen, tapping idly at the muscles that rested there, feigning a hunger he no longer felt for the food they discussed. He could still enjoy the taste and texture, the act of eating was so utterly human that he often found himself going to look in the fridge. "C'mon, let's go get fat." He laughed boisterously, dragging his fellow blonde along as he strode off in the direction of the cafe, keeping a casual eye on Reinhardt to ensure he followed.

[Reinhardt (DELETED 8150)]

Reinhardt let out a sarcastic laugh as they took their shots at him. He wasn’t the sort to bristle when made the butt of people’s jokes; he’d been on the receiving end of cruelty too often in his life to experience their teasing as anything other than harmless banter. Nevertheless, that all too familiar ‘third wheel’ feeling blanketed him in as he witnessed Patrick and Kaspar’s exchange. He resisted its pull, rolling his shoulders and then tucking his hands into his pockets for warmth. It was the downside of the alcohol, its depressor qualities so easily roused his insecurities.

The aggressive retort to stop referring to him in third person when he was present, died on his tongue as quickly as it had settled. He was positively mercurial, no doubt the reason the excess alcohol after many weeks without a drink. Ever since he’d arrived in Harper Rock there’d been a noticeable change within him, though he had not yet pinpointed the source.

“It’s kind of cool how late everything stays open here,” he commented offhandedly, following a stray thought into conversation.