403 - 6th FLOOR (PATIO)
Nov 9, 2012 13:01:44 GMT -8
Post by ◊◊BLOODBEASTER◊◊ on Nov 9, 2012 13:01:44 GMT -8
Later that evening...
Seth and Bryce stepped out on to the patio to escape the annoyance of der SupplyMeister Derek.
He slumped in a chair, with the bottle.
Seth unfastened the lid, took a small drink, and handed it to Bryce.
Seth laughed and gave Bryce an amused look.
Seth took a drink and handed the bottle back to Bryce.
Bryce took a drink, passed the bottle back and sat with his hands on his knees. He breathed deeply for a few moments.
He scooted his chair right next to Seth's.
Seth casually put an arm up on the back of his chair, turning towards Bryce.
Seth laughed quietly.
He cozied up to Seth.
And they did. They leaned against the back wall, conveniently out of sight from the comm center proper. At first they were tentative, feeling out each other's lips, but it got more serious. Tongues may have been involved, but no one inside got to know that, did they? Bryce suddenly stiffened, and pulled away from Seth with a crazed look on his face.
Bryce pointed.
Floating a couple inches off the ground, the vague phantom moved to the door, opened it, and closed it behind himself. In the community center, Benji began yipping and barking.
Seth and Bryce stepped out on to the patio to escape the annoyance of der SupplyMeister Derek.
Seth-
"Ugh."
He slumped in a chair, with the bottle.
Bryce-
"You're the president... of the Jagermeister. There can be no dispute."
Seth unfastened the lid, took a small drink, and handed it to Bryce.
"Yeah... yeah... I'll do it. I really don't like the way this stuff tastes."
Seth-
"Oh? I like it.. Makes me feel like I'm in an old movie or somethin'. What do you like?"
Bryce-
"I like... the goose."
Seth-
"Haha, you must just like getting drunk."
Bryce-
"Mm.. Pretty much. Just that ain't the reason you're into the Jager there? Pretty ill taste."
Seth-
"Nah, I like it. Been nursing that bottle the whole ZP, and still have some left don't I?"
Bryce-
"Yeah... I guess so. ZP? What's this?"
Seth-
"Oh haha... yeah some folks been saying that, I like it. "Zompocalypse."
Bryce-
"Oh good grief. Well, gotta get used to that, it's probably still the best way to deal with a situation like this, is have a sense of humor."
Seth-
"Yeah. Sorry... maybe it's still too scary for you?"
Bryce-
"Maybe... Ha... Yeah. Look at us. Gotta have a drink, in the same place where madness transpired."
Seth-
"Yeah, it ain't the patio's fault."
Bryce-
"Ha, I guess not. Man, hey uh... how uh, how well do you hold your liquor there? Gotta ask."
Seth-
"Not bad, I'm a skinny guy though. I don't throw it back."
Bryce-
"Ahh.. hmm well.. it could be important information for me to have, if I'm to carry through with my evil schemes."
Seth laughed and gave Bryce an amused look.
Seth-
"You're a funny kid. I don't think you usually -tell- people that you're gonna seduce them, do you?"
Bryce-
"What? Well y'know what Morrissey thinks about being shy and coy. I say... why not? Let the prey know that the hunt has begun, it's more sporting."
Seth-
"Heh... That worked for you before?"
Bryce-
"Y'know, now that I think about it... I've never had to seduce anyone. Everybody comes to me..."
Seth-
"Oh yeah?"
Bryce-
"Yeah. I guess I'm pretty much hot. But, that does mean my skills are untested. Any advice for how to seduce you?"
Seth-
"How to seduce myself?"
Bryce-
"Mm-hmm, what's worked for people in the past?"
Seth-
"Hmmm be a black baseball player..."
Bryce-
"Tch... eh... Nope. Wow, you done it with black baseball players?"
Seth-
"Haha, yes, more than once. Let's see... Look different than me in some other way.."
Bryce-
"I'm a lot different from you in some other way. Well, I'm not like Wilt Chamberlain over here, that's a difference."
Seth-
"OK, well that's a good start. How about... be some kinda badass who lives on the edge?"
Bryce-
"Well yeah, you never know... I don't care whether I live or die. That makes me unpredictable."
Seth-
"That is pretty romantic, though it's pretty sad too."
Bryce-
"It isn't sad, it's cool. I mean, if I got nothin' to lose, I could just karate kick a motherfucker straight in the jaw, and then put my hands around someone's waist and tongue-kiss him and swing out a window like Errol Flynn. You never know what's gonna happen next."
Seth-
"Oh...? Well, there isn't anyone to karate kick around here, so I guess that one's out."
Bryce-
"I'll kick the doctor."
Seth took a drink and handed the bottle back to Bryce.
Seth-
"It's a deal."
Bryce took a drink, passed the bottle back and sat with his hands on his knees. He breathed deeply for a few moments.
"I'll take an IOU, you know. You don't gotta kung-fu the old man right this second."
Bryce-
"Oh! Yeah yeah yeah... 'course. Just uh... that's what that was about, yeah."
He scooted his chair right next to Seth's.
"Hey... come out to this patio often?"
Seth-
"Actually yeah, I do."
Seth casually put an arm up on the back of his chair, turning towards Bryce.
Bryce-
"Funny, I've never seen you here before... besides that one time.. I think I would've noticed...!"
Seth laughed quietly.
Seth-
"Oh yeah? Notice what?"
Bryce-
"Notice someone so beautiful that he just... lit up the place."
Seth-
"Oh? Seems a little dark out here still, but thanks."
Bryce-
"Ah, it's the eye of the beholder. You're putting out sexy beams that are only perceptible to others. So tragic, but maybe we can get some mirrors out here to reflect thy glory. ...It sounds ridiculous, but I'm at least half serious."
Seth-
"You're funny."
Bryce-
"Mmhmm... So uh..."
He cozied up to Seth.
"Are we gonna make out or what?"
Seth-
"Okay."
And they did. They leaned against the back wall, conveniently out of sight from the comm center proper. At first they were tentative, feeling out each other's lips, but it got more serious. Tongues may have been involved, but no one inside got to know that, did they? Bryce suddenly stiffened, and pulled away from Seth with a crazed look on his face.
Seth-
"What?"
Bryce pointed.
Abdul-Rahman-
"..."
Floating a couple inches off the ground, the vague phantom moved to the door, opened it, and closed it behind himself. In the community center, Benji began yipping and barking.
Seth-
"Motherfucker..."