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The first thing that hit Kor when he opened his eyes was the unfiltered sun. Wincing as his eyes watered, he rolled. The mattress didn't creak under him. That made him frown even deeper and then realized his body was actually a lot stiffer than usual. Sighing, he cracked one watery, green eye open and realized where he was.

Wonderful. He was on the floor in the living room. At least his floors were clean. Sighing hard, the dark skinned man sat up, back popping in protest to this movement. Slowly, the usual morning headache crept up on him and Kor couldn't find two ******** to give towards it. Rubbing a hand over his eyes, the man leaned against the back of the couch and squinted hard. What had happened? He'd had ...

Right. His eyes then went to the sleeping form of Richard, also on the floor in front of him. Standing up, Kor spotted his pants and quickly slipped them back onto his naked frame before wandering towards the kitchen. Spaghetti would need to be thrown away, the pot would need to be soaked, but he would do that later. Right now, he wanted coffee. So, automatically, his body went into the motions of making his usual morning coffee. He added a few sprinkles of cinnamon powder to the coffee grounds before he shut the lid and hit the button for that magical brew to start cooking.

In the mean time he grabbed his aspirin and popped a couple of pills with a glass of water before going to a couple ready for his... date from last night. Richard had been drunk when Kor picked him up, so he could only assume the man was going to have a hangover. He put the pills and aspirin on the coffee table and grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch. Crouching over the man, he put it on that pale skin with a little smirk before gathering dishes from last night off the table and carted them to the sink.

He wasn't about to make too much noise. That wouldn't be very nice, now would it?

Well, he knew he said he wasn't going to do the dishes now, but it was nagging at Kor. He hated leaving s**t out over night, and he hated waking up to a sink of dishes, which is what happened, so.. He emptied the left over spaghetti into the garbage and filled the pot up with hot water and soap. With the pot put to the side, Kor scrubbed the sink clean before he filled it with hot soapy water. Might as well do something productive while the coffee was brewing. Bowls would be washed with a soapy sponge, scrubbing hard to make sure they were spotless before he put them to the side in the empty sink.

Glancing over when he heard a voice, Kor was surprised to see Richard peeking from the couch. "...Well good morning, sunshine. Coffee's nearly done. Cups are in the cabinet above the coffee pot." He grinned wide at the other before going back to washing the skillet he used previously. He sighed, shifting his weight from foot to foot and rolled his head to pop his neck. "Or you can go back to sleep on the couch 'f you want." He wasn't talking very loud right now. "There's aspirin and water on the coffee table. Pop those and drink, yeah?" Honestly, Kor hadn't expected Richard to wake up yet.

This wasn't the first time Kor's brought someone home, but it was the first time they'd both woken up on the floor of the living room. Usually Kor fed his guests, gave them coffee, and then ushered them off because he had his shop to work at. Today, however, he didn't feel like cooking. If Richard stayed awake, he'd talk to him about going out for breakfast burritos or grabbing something from somewhere else. He had to take inventory today. Glancing at the clock on the stove Kor sighed. It was still too early.

The sarcasm made Kor smile wider. Sarcasm was a beautiful thing when it wasn't all the time. Ugh, teenagers. He wanted to beat them down sometimes. Bringing his wrist to his forehead, Kor swiped at it as he continued on the dishes. He would let Richard do what needed to be done to wake up and get dressed. All he heard right now was the coffee pot and the other man shuffling and moving about in the living room before he spoke.

"Gracious? I guess. Think of it as more common sense than anything," Kor replied, tilting his head a little bit this way and that. Honestly, he used the be one of the ones who'd shove a lover off the second they were finished, or even sneak out of his own home just not to wake up next to them. Lately though? He supposed it was lonely feelings, but he wanted to cuddle and spend time with someone after sex. Maybe it was a little backwards, but that's the way he wanted it. Even if nothing came from this more than another friend, at least they wouldn't have that whole 'never seen you naked' thing. They would have a comfortable friendship, to say the least.

"Me? I suppose I'm well. I don't get hangovers anymore unless it's off of Jäger bombs... Dry mouth, slight headache, but I'm not feeling bad. Guess it just means I'm young in the liver." He was really surprised he wasn't like, crippled by hang overs at this point in time. He had been a heavy drinker for years and years of his life. Sighing lightly, he finished what he could of the dishes.

Now Richard was in the kitchen and he grabbed the coffee cups. Grabbing the milk out of the fridge, he poured some in his mug and offered it to Richard. "Milk? I've got powdered creamer and sugar. It's.. raw, organic sugar, but it sweetens the same." He took this time to let his eyes rake over the other's form before grinning. Honestly, he was on the verge of kissing the man again and having a repeat performance, but it wasn't like he remembered too much about it. "So, I was thinking about going out for breakfast. Got things to do about.. eleven or so, so I'm yours till then."

He still found it so amusing he was called Thor. Before Richard, Kor never even registered his name rhymed with Thor, but now he had a new pick up line to try out on whoever he flirts with. "I know," Kor said with a sad sigh. "I wish common sense was more common, considering, but.." He shrugged lightly and pursed his pierced lips. Stupid people hurt his head, and yet so many people were stupid. From the amount of drunk tattoos he covered up on a daily basis was any indication. That's why he had a strict 'no being high or drunk' policy when he did tattoos. If he so much as suspected the customer was under the influence of something like that, he flat out refused them and pushed them out of his shop.

"I'm hardly a god. I just know my drinking limit and I tend to uh.. stop before I get to the hangover part. I'm older than I look, and spent so many years drunk off my a**." Kor rubbed his neck as he watched Richard and tried to hold back the fond smile. The way the man was reacting to eveything about Kor and his life was kind of endearing to him, honestly. Rubbing at his chest as he leaned against the counter, Kor thought about the question of the sugar.

How did he explain that organic sugar tasted so much better than the fake sugar? "Well, it's... healthier for you. It tasted better, in my opinion. It's not overly sweet?" Did that make any sense? Kor tugged at one of his lip rings as he thought and then rubbed his nose before he grabbed the container of sugar. "Taste a little of it today, and see. I think putting it in your candy would be a good idea." Not that he would know. Kor's favorite candy was the unicorn horn pops and he only got those now and then. Maybe a jawbreaker when he was really anxious for some sort of sweets that would last a while. His green eyes didn't leave Richard's frame as the man did what he wanted. Free reign in Kor's house. He didn't believe in too many rules as long as things stayed clean and tidy.

"Mhm, going out. As for your clothes? Well, you can go out like that," he eyed Richard up and down before grinning, "but I can't be responsible for what I'd do to you in public, so your best bet is... clothes."

"The trick to learning your drinking limit? You remember how many drinks you had the last time you got drunk... and you subtract a few. When you can wake up and not feel like your head needs to be removed from your neck, you're golden." He gave the man a once over with a little smirk and let his tongue poke out in a teasing manner. Honestly, it wasn't that much of a trick so much as Kor learned, the hard way, that getting drunk wasn't always the answer to the problems he had. His green eyes watched as Richard tried to tame his hair and chuckled. "Oi, for your gel? Just rewet your hair to activate it again and style it. Got a spare comb. Not like I use a brush with my hair much, anyway."

Kor turned his eyes when Richard went to put his pants on and focused on getting things finished up so he could take the other out. Drying his hands on a dishtowel, Kor leaned his hips against the counter again and hummed slowly.

With the coffee pot finished, Kor managed to pour them both a cup from it and dressed it the way he liked it before sighing. "Poured the coffee. Doctor it up to your own tongue." He couldn't help what came out of his mouth next. "Similar to what happened last night, hm?" Kor's laughter rang out as he padded to the living room to enjoy his coffee there again. "We'll leave after coffee. For breakfast, I mean." He blinked a little owlishly at his own words and then squinted at no one in particular. Maybe he was more effected by the drinks than he thought. Oh well, he wasn't feeling like he was dying, so all in all he said he didn't have a hang over.

"If you need a shower, feel free. I mean... I know you just got dressed and all, but..." He shrugged and made a vague gesture towards the hall way. "Down the hall and to the right."

It was a hard trick to do, but once you've actually set your sights on not waking up with a glaring headache and hang over, it wasn't too difficult. Just a test of your will power. "If you want," Kor started, watching Richard with a smirk, "invite me along when you go drinking, any time, and I'll stop you when I think you've had enough." That could lead to interesting fights. Fighting was actually something Kor liked to do on the streets, he'd been really good at it. He had a particular street style that was unmistakable once you saw it.

As for the other records Richard was talking about, Kor's lips quirked into a smile and he shrugged. "Write me a list, baby doll, and we'll see how you did on the quiz." Oh yes, Kor was very confident in his bedroom activities, even if they didn't take place in the bedroom. He knew how to tease and please. After all, it'd been all part of the job. He'd done a lot of unsavory things before he got himself sober and legal and all that jazz. It hadn't been easy, either.

The dark skinned man's green eyes watched Richard as he dressed himself and fastened his pants before he shrugged. "I can always rip you out of them again. I had no problems doing that last night. You on the other hand, had problems with my shirt because you wouldn't stop laughing." Somehow Richard had gotten really giggly during things last night and it had been very refreshing. A lot of times people took it way too serious, even with one night stands.

Then the red-head made his way to the kitchen, making his coffee and just smirked a little wider. "...How conservative of you, wanting to help with my water bill." Kor moved towards Richard, taking that chin between his fingers, tipping the man's head up and then kissed him slowly, tasting Richard and the coffee. Not an entirely bad combination. "If we did that, we'd miss breakfast. Breakfast is an important meal, you know." His lips brushed against the other's as he spoke before withdrawing and going to sit at the kitchen table. "Besides, I like the idea of a second date."

Kor chuckled low in his throat and then patted the top of Richard's head. He was glad the red-head didn't take offense to the nick name baby doll, because Kor used it quite a bit for porcelain skinned people, male or female, it didn't matter. "Yeah, I'll be your drinking buddy, just let me know when and where."

It wasn't that Kor drank a lot, but he liked to go out with friends after a long days work and just hang out and feel human. Work made him feel like a robot when it was late night and he was mainly dealing with paperwork by himself. He didn't keep his assistants past a certain time, which meant he manned the shop himself.

"Who's to say I didn't video tape it? I might be video tapping everything we're doing right now." He glanced around, looking hard in a few 'spots' that were really just water spots and not cameras. Kor hated video tapping anything because if something went wrong it could always be used as evidence in a court case. His police record was already iffy and long enough without adding stupid things to it. "No, really though, I didn't, so you're just going to have to trust me." Right, trust the six foot-odd-inch tall man with a face full of metal and a body full of ink. Easier said than done, right? Well, Richard had been doing a good job of it so far. Damn, but there was something he liked about Richard. It wasn't like Kor was looking for anything serious, and a second date was uncommon for Kor to offer. Still, Richard was proving to be one of his more interesting risks he's taken.

"I was thinking breakfast burritos. There's a little food truck not too far from here that sells the best breakfast burritos." Ugh, he could have a food orgasm, if that were possible, from those burritos. For once Kor was actually up early enough to enjoy one.

"I've dealt with worse men than you, I'm quite sure," he said, a secretive smile on his lips. Richard didn't know about his past, about what he used to be, what he used to do. That would be an interesting conversation if it ever came up. If they stayed in contact long enough for it to matter.

Then he saw how the mention of video taping it seemed to freak Richard out and he blinked and shook his head. "No, man, I'm joking with you. I'm not some kind of sick pervert that'd do that without permission. Naw, if a sex tape is made both parties gotta know about it, that's how I feel." He just nodded and hummed softly and then laughed. "I'm not a man who shares his money easily. Not just handing over the thousands of dollars we'd end up getting."

Then the subject was dropped and the topic of food was top priority. "Sensitive stomach or not, grease is good for hangovers, you know. It helps. Somehow, I don't know how, but, yeah. It settles your stomach down and I guess the grease helps absorbs some of the left over alcohol or something?" He shrugged a little more and Kor couldn't help but give something of a cheeky grin. If Richard couldn't handle a bit of grease, he was wondering how rich this one had to be to avoid it. Greasy foods was his life. They tasted the best, in his opinion. With a little noise, Kor headed towards the living room to pull on some socks and his big, chunky black boots he wore when going around town.

Keys were slid off the table and shoved into his front pocket on his jeans, wallet in the back pocket. Apparently he had enough sense to drop them off there last night before seeing to the drunk man who'd spent the night. "Now, I will warn you, sometimes the burritos can be spicy, depending on who's working the truck that day, so." That was the only warning Richard got. Kor enjoyed spice as long as it wasn't peppers weren't involved.

"Whenever you're ready we can go." It wasn't like Kor was trying to hurry them out the door or anything, but he figured the other was hungry and probably wanted to just get this burrito and leave. Richard didn't strike him as the kind to actually stick around after a one night stand. In all honesty, Kor was surprised Richard stayed for coffee and took up the offer of burritos. It was a rare breed of man who didn't go scurrying out like a dog with their tail between their legs, ashamed of what they'd done or something. Though it could mean Richard didn't find him ugly to look at, which was a plus in his books.