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Axel having relented to his nickname earned the other a thumbs up and a goofy grin. "Sweet. Call it semi official now then!" He confirmed to the larger blonde male. Alec would hold him too it, even long past tonight. Trusting he remembered everything in great detail.

His blue eyes went a bit wide as Preacher pipped up next. "Oh, you can just kiss my a** man. No way!" Alec was laughing now at Preacher. Thankfully, Henrik had righted him back in his chair. It earned the protective figure a mumbled thank you for not letting him smash his skull on the ground, or go tumbling down.

Anymore booze and he'd get sick, he was perfectly fine to flutter about in his current state. " 'm not kissin' some one just cuz I drank gimmie a break!" It was a half pathetic attempt at whined deflection. For a moment he looked a bit shell shocked by Preachers behavior, and Henrik's suggestion but ended up shaking his head giving both. Maybe he would, the night was still early and wasn't exactly sure he wanted the teasing that might be associated with committing.

Maisy gave the red head a wink, which only worsened his condition. The bar girl cast the group of gents a warm smile rather touched by their lively display. They seemed like they all knew each other well enough. She quietly moved over, scooping up empty drinks and refilling their cups. Henrik was good for his coin and bit she didn't even question it. Sending him a bemused smile.

Between them, Alec shoved at Henrik first, before putting a bit more effort into Preachers push given the sassing moments before. At least he didn't send a drink flying, that would have been bad. "Yea! They can drink each other under the table haha. Come play a game of pool with me?" He asked carefully slipping off the chair and testing his walking skills out tone. That wasn't a match he could win, but he wished them the best of luck as he stumbled over to the pool table grabbing a cue stick, he started setting up their game even if he wasn't very good at this activity. It was something to do, and required him

Leaning in a further development of the conspiracy and its whispers. "Do you figure they'll start makin' bets 'n who can handle their drink?" He eye'd them squinting a bit from across the bar. It was hard to see in the dim light, just enough to know Axel had started slamming back his drink first. They'd barely had but a few weeks of time together, but they'd made instant friends. "So whats up with you 'n Axel." The fiery red head leaned on his cue stick squinting at the other suspiciously. He was drunk, not stupid.

Preacher dragged her eyes away from Axel's lovely muscled forearms just in time to realize that Alec wanted her to go play pool. The man's musculature was... very nice, she thought. Not that she thought Axel was nice, oh no! Just that well, he was easy on the eyes. With the shiny golden hair and that tanned skin and blueblue eyes. Preacher paused and frowned. How did she remember what color the blasted man's eyes were. Sighing, she figured an errant tendril and her own navy hair and downed the last of her drink. Although she was drunk too, she was a sight bit steadier than the redhead, still moving with that same effortless grace she had displayed while dancing.

Grabbing a cue, she rested one hip on the table, staring down at the balls. "Mebbe we should make a bet n see which of 'm kin hold their drink?" She chuckled at Alec and bent down to line her cue up. The angle wasn't right and she moved around the table and bent again, back to the aforementioned burl men. But Alec's next question had her shot go wide. "W-what do you mean?" she squeaked out, jerking her head upwards. The movement made her impossibly dizzy. "Axel jus' hate me, is all! Think I'm a lil lower than him cuz of me bein' from the slums." Yes, that was it. Nothing more to it, really. Her cheeks were flushed, but whether it was from drink or... something else, no one could say. She peered at the redhead, yellow eyes intense. "N' what's up witchur and the hair pettery over there?" She jerked her thumb back towards the bar.

Thankfully he was was blissfully unaware of what the two larger men were discussing. He might have slugged Axel if he'd caught the conversation he and Henrik were sharing. Only because he knew the blonde man better, and his preference for woman. Perhaps that was why he was so surprised by Axel and Preachers behavior initially. They were long time good acquaintances. As a local part time help at the Shiganshina library Alec would visit with his little sister and often chatted with the other. It wasn't shocking to say the least, after 5 years having passed. No thanks to their gossiping mothers. The two women were inseparable, so it came naturally to befriend the other.

Alas he was left to fend with Preachers questioning and their game. Lining his cue up he eyed the ball, trying to line the white sphere up with another ball. "I think they both end up drunk 'n a skunk." He nodded his head with a grin. Taking his shot, just as Preacher squeaked and answered he hit the ball, watching as it veered to the left missing his target.

"You aint low just cuz of that!" Alec added stubbornly, a frown knitting his brows for just a moment. "I bet that aint true. Maybe a miss understandin'." He tried to assure the other. Axel had never been the type to hold such a thing over some ones head (as far as he knew)

Then Preacher rounded his question right back at him. Looking like a deer caught in a lanterns light Alec laughed albeit nervously. "Um. Wait. W..what?" He watched as the other directed a thumb back at the bar. Was he referring to Henrik? They'd only met a few weeks ago, and were friends. At least he was fairly certain that was all. "Nothing?" Alec replied, stealing a quick glance over in that direction.

"I'm pretty sure he's just a really nice guy. " He shrugged slightly. Okay, so he'd pet his hair and fallen asleep beside him after several days of chaos, that had ended in crazy bald men. Maybe that was a little questionable. Not to mention he had noticed his abs about the same way he'd taken a look at Maisy when she'd been pointed out to him. His drunken observation was slightly confusing, he'd have to ponder over it later. Who knows. He wasn't really in the proper state of mind to really give Preacher a real answer besides a roll of his eyes and a small chuckle.

"And uh. I dunno. just curious, cuz..you get a funny look in your eyes when you watch Axel. Was wonderin' if there was somethin' between you two is all." He spoke quietly at least as not to embarrass the other too much. At least he wasn't the only one left flushed for the night. Even Preachers tan couldn't hide that. "If its just that, 'n I'll let it go." Alec concluded before resting his chin in his palm off to the opposite end of the white billiard ball. He was leaning against it for the moment.

Hate was a pretty strong word. Alec would have to figure out how to help them get along perhaps. The idea of two of his friends hating the other was mildly disturbing he had to admit.

Preacher slammed back another mug of ale as Alec talked. The boy certainly rambled a bit when he was drunk, but she found it oddly endearing. His gentle mannerisms sometimes reminded her of Dollface, although Dollface was more classically beautiful. She set the mug down on the pool table and wobbled dangerously, catching herself with one hand. Preacher didn't't know if she was drunk, but she felt mostly warm (except her poor cold hands) and very, very light. She had a panicked moment where she frantically swung her head around, looking at each wall, but the tavern's windows were closed. No gusts could blow her away here, whew. Good tavern, she decided. Good food, Good Henrik, good Alec. But not good Axel.

The man was a grade A nuisance made of sun and muscles, she decided, huffing out a breath. Swinging her gaze to Alec, she smiled at him, a goofily crooked, inebriated smile. "I am low, though. Birth's birth. You're jus' some kinda nice or summat." Uncharacteristically, Preacher giggled and, moving to the side of the pool table with Alec, slung one bare arm across the redhead's shoulders. She gestured over to Henrik and Axel with her pool cue. Suddenly, she didn't care if they knew she was talking about t hem. Whatever. "Ya see, Axel- I wouldn't hate him so dingdang much iffin he didn't hate me so much n' weren't so mean!" She frowned at that infruiatingy blond man and bent close enough to Alec that their heads touched: one a dark blue, one fiery red.

"Now, Curry, lemme tell ya summat ya may not realize 'bout Henrik. No man - nice and cuddly or not - just pets yer hair unless he's feeling some alteri- ulterior motives. Now I ain't one ta judge, but iffin ya wanna get laid n' ain't feeling like squeezing up some juicy lady, look right there. Mebbe you kin get squeezed." Preacher winked at Alec. Maybe she was shoving him a little too hard, okay she was definitely shoving him a little too hard, but the boy hadn't jumped at Maisy. And he absolutely could not end up with Axel. ABSOLUTELY NOT. "Jus' dun shack up with tha blond idiot, mmmk? Bad news." Her words were a little slurred, but her tone was sincere and super serious. So serious. Very serious.

He did seem to have a preference for rambling, and was effectively running his mouth at times. Not to mention Preacher's being pushy him certainly wasn't helping. Blinking a bit hazily he groped for his drink and squinted at the liquids contents. Alec waited a moment gently shaking his cup before tipping his head back and finishing the content. Their game of pool had descended into using the sticks as pointing devices. Neither was really fit to keep trying.

Then, with Preachers arm went around him, and their heads touching he felt his lips pull up at the corners into a smile. Peering over as the other gestured wildly with the cue stick he let out a small 'hm' like noise. "Well. Honestly." He said in a low tone, quiet so only the other could hear him. His blue gaze shifted between the pair across the room, and back to his companion. They must have looked suspicious and Alec didn't really care. It was directly in response to Preacher telling him about Henrik and his possible motives. "I like the look of him, but of course it wouldn't work with two dudes?!" He gave Preacher a light nudge, before shrugging, one of his arm was lightly around the others waist for support.

The ground was rather unstable even standing. His brain was fuzzy, and eyes a bit blurry at times when he tried to focus.

"I guess 'm kinda old fashion but even with Maisy, I'd prefer I know some one better. Seriously." he finished off his last drink, confessing some of his inner monologue to the blue haired teen. It would likely be wise not to give the red head any more booze, as he was feeling rather light headed and uncoordinated. A small drunken giggle followed and he simply lightly shrugged his shoulders again.

It took him a moment to register Preacher was worried about his...sleeping with Axel? If he'd had it in him he would have out right laughed and crumpled onto the floor in hysterical tears of laughter. Instead he settled for chuckling, gently shaking his head before resting it back against Preacher for a moment. "..I..haha." He covered his mouth not wanting to offend the other. Really that would have been horrible. It took him a moment to compose himself before shaking his head again. "Preacher..no. I wouldn't ever. Axel is one of my best guy friends, and isn't into dudes as far as I know. Plus, I don't like him like that!" Alec sounded as serious as possible given the situation. His gaze said it all, a slightly bewildered wide eye'd stare of you must be joking.

"Tha damn man licked me, Alec! He's definitely into boys or just like.... Iunno, freaky stuff." She narrowed her eyes dramatically. "He is.... bad news. Oh, also, remind me ta tell ya 'bout tha birds n' tha bees n' tha butts sometimes. It's ver' possible 'tween two dudes, iffin ya got some spit n' determination." Preacher winked and straightened, clapping Alec heartily on the back. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Henrik wobble off, leaving a distressingly..... distressingly something Axel all alone at the bar. Hmm. "Hang tight, lil Curry. I'll be back ina bit or summat."

Preacher strolled up to Axel nonchalantly, the ale giving her hips an extra, slightly unsteady, roll. She was unsteady, it was true, but determined to go needle her enemy. She blinked briefly up at him before hopping into the seat next to Axel's. Their legs did not touch, though; Preacher was careful even in her drunk state. "Did ya lose yet, ya sack o' refuse? I bet....." Her eyes glinted like hard topaz in the dim light. "I bet I kin drink ya under tha table any day. Not that you'd take sucha bet, though. Hmph. Wuss." She turned to face the counter, and two full tankards appeared in front of her. Preacher glanced at Axel, not at all lingering on his arms or that bite mark, her bite mark, poking out of his collar, oh no. Grumbling a little, she slid the mug over to him. It was on, if he was game. And if he wasn't't, well, Preacher would have just one more thing to make fun of him for.

"Preacher, seriously he's not. Maybe if some one really caught his fancy, but uhh..." He started to say more, but was soon shocked into silence. Something not common from the red head, drunk or otherwise sober. His eyes widened to about the size of silver marks and coughed. Spit...and determination?! Alec watched Preacher wobble away from him blinking slowly. If his face got any redder, the poor boy might just melt in place. He was now pretty sure he didn't want to hear that particular conversation from his fellow friend, especially with how...eloquently it had been approached.

They could go drink all they wanted, he'd try and figure out were the bathroom was.

He returned to his spot earlier, even if it required some fussing with his chair. Abandoning the pool table (and at least one miss-step that almost sent him to the floor). Hopefully the quiet time between the two just across the way would do them some good. Leaning in to ask the bar woman were the restroom was, Maisy smiled kindly at the drunken male, pointing out the obvious sign near the back of the room. Alec thanked her, eyeing a half drank mug of ale and nursing it for a moment, not that he tried too drink it.

What was he going to do again? Boy, was it hard trying to concentrate if he didn't actually forge ahead and do it.