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 Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2018 11:50 am
He was possibly, slightly, maybe, a little hungover.
Alabaster couldn't remember the last time he had been hungover. It had been a long time, that was for sure, probably leading back to his college days. But here he was, for the second time in a week, nursing a grossly unfair throbbing in his temple that reminded him that downing a second bottle of bourbon had not been his smartest idea.
Neither had been getting drunk earlier in the week and impulse buying this damned ugly sweater, either, but, well. Here he was.
He wasn't sure why he was carrying the stupid thing around. It wasn't like he had anyone's number - anyone being a certain someone. And it wasn't like he was trying to deal with people's bullshit, but Alabaster had spent the better part of the last few weeks torturing himself with images of what might have been, if he had let himself do something as stupid and as reckless as he had been considering with Sinoite.
No. He wasn't thinking about that. Not at all.
Alabaster was sitting on a bench in one of the less occupied areas of the zoo now, far past closing time, leaning back against the bench with his cane resting on the ground, hands propped atop it. The bag with the offensive sweater was next to him, and his head was tilted back, staring up at the dark, inky sky.
He was an idiot.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2018 12:44 pm
Sinoite was not hung over. Sinoite was a epitome of a perfect lieutenant. He was on patrol as deemed nesscary to meet Zircon's quotas. (and lets be real, Zircon's quota's were just a bit more then others because the general prided herself on being one of the better generals of the negaverse. It was no surprise she'd expect the same of her lieutenants.)
He hadn't brought his sketchbook this time around, as the scenery in Destiny City was quite possible the same all around. Snow and city and dirt.
Not quite the most inspiring sights. Added to that, he had worked out some frustrations on his canvas. Frustrations like inadequacy compared to his general. Frustrations about a certain sleezy lieutenant that honestly got on his nerves but he was extremely attracted too.
It was infuriating sometimes, but oddly satisfying to know that he didn't have to do much to entice a response out of the man. After all their last meeting, Sinoite literally had the man in putty in his hands. He could've made real demands and he didn't think Alabaster would-
Speak of the devil though, as he was taking a shortcut through the zoo, he noticed a very famalier blonde head of hair. As he could never turn up a chance to bother the man, he strolled over to the bench.
"Who let you out of your cage, Eh Alabaster?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2018 1:31 pm
Now he knew he'd really gone too far. He'd started hallucinating, because clearly it could not be the person he thought it was speaking to him in that lazy, amused tone of voice. Clearly it was absolutely, positively not that damned upstart little brat Sinoite.
Alabaster cracked open one eye, caught sight of familiar lavender hair, and nearly toppled off the bench.
"What the hell - " He tried, mostly unsuccessfully, to gather himself together again, a flush of irritation - and other things - smoothing its way across his face. Alabaster hastily attempted to compose himself, giving Sinoite a beady eyed look that was meant to be annoyed and probably wasn't.
"No one let me out," he said, with as much dignity as he could under the circumstances - which honestly wasn't much. "I was just patrolling, thank you very much."
His chest was doing weird things. Alabaster ignored it.
"What do you want?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2018 4:10 pm
Sinoite moved to take a seat on the free part of the bench, crossing his ankle over another and leaning back. Arms coming to rest on the the top of the bench.
In a most dry tone, "Looks like you're sitting on a bench looking at a sleeping...." He looked at the enclosure, narrowing his eyes....."Rhinos."
There was almost nothing Sinoite wanted then to walk off since Alabaster seemed in a even more piss poor mood, but to be honest, that was the best time to bother the man.
"To see an old friend. Give any thought on my offer?" Sinoite smiled, "I bet it kept you up at night, cause you clearly do not look like you got sleep." Even if that wasn't true, Alabaster did look well....
not good.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2018 6:36 pm
"I thought they were hippos," said Alabaster, squinting at the sign from where he sat. It was a little dark, even with the yellowish lamps above them, and he was pretty sure that he needed a new pair of contacts; his vision, which he liked to pretend was perfect, was starting to grow worse.
Maybe he was getting old.
Alabaster wiped this thought immediately from his head, coughed, and shot Sinoite a suspicious look. "An old friend? Who exactly would that be? Anyone I know?" he added blithely, in attempt at wresting control of the situation back, except he was sort of failing, because Alabaster didn't actually know anyone, so that made the point moot.
His cheeks warmed significantly at the rest of the other's sentence. Alabaster opened his mouth, then shut it again a second later, teeth grinding together as he tried for some semblance of dignity. It was not, as it turned out, the easiest thing in the world, considering his massive headache.
He slumped back against the bench once more, staring up at the sky. A few flakes of snow drifted lazily down, one catching on his cheek. "I didn't get sleep. I may have...drunk a little more than I should have yesterday."
It had nothing to do with that low voice of Sinoite's or the wicked grin.
(Mostly.)
(Partly.)
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2018 6:27 pm
"Need glasses now too old man?" Sinoite didn't have to squint to see they were clearly rhinos. Or to know that his comment would purposely grate against Alabaster.
"Getting drunk on a school night Alabaster? Shame shame." He clucked his tongue at the lieutenant before smirking. It was good to know that perhaps their last meeting had effected the man more then he expected.
But Sinoite liked messing with him, If Alabaster wanted something from him, he would have to make the first move. Call it a power play, but there was something appealing about flirting with Alabaster till the man begged for his kiss or touch.
Since when had he become such a wicked man?
"What you'd drink to?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 10, 2018 7:15 pm
He was not going to take the bait he was not going to take the bait he was not going to take the bait -
"I do not need glasses," said Alabaster indignantly, because he'd taken the bait like an idiot. "It's dark. I can't see very well in the dark. Not all of us have night vision or whatever. And rhinos look like hippos from afar," he added. And then - "And I am not old," because that absolutely bore restating. Thirtysomethingsomething was not old.
Something about the lieutenant was grating on his nerves in a way that made him feel restless and unsteady on his own two feet. Alabaster could feel the creeping flush growing in his cheeks and tried his damndest to keep it at bay, hands resting on his cane still.
"To life," he said, and then, in a deadpan, self-deprecating voice, "Or lack thereof. Why else?"
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