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Laertes didn't catch the wink. 'Just a drink' was all he heard and he gave Samsara a bright smile. "I want a coke." he said firmly, and grabbed the other male's hand, tottering up the street. At one point he flung his arms around a lamp post, hugging it when the world got very, very blurry. Ugg, he was starting to feel really sick. In the morning, he'd definitely regret drinking- if he even could remember that much.

Finally his eyes lit on a gas station, and he stumbled across the street, dragging Samsara with him, flipping off the cars that honked and slammed on their brakes. He stumbled in the door and looked at Samsara with big eyes when he looked at his hands and realized he'd left his little bag back at the waterside. He giggled, making his violet eyes comically wide and innocent. "I forgot my money." he told Samsara seriously. And his cell phone. Infi was gonna be maaaaaaad.....

Laertes nodded and sat down in the store drinking his coke, waving until he didn't see Samsara anymore. "Hello." he told the cashier happily. A timid hello was his only response. "I need to call Infi." he told the cashier in a serious voice. The cashier nodded and pushed the phone over towards Laertes. Laertes eyed the phone, then frowned. "I don't know her phone number."

The cashier rolled his eyes and tossed Laertes a phonebook. Laertes started flipping through. What was Infi's real name? She'd told him once... But the only adult names he could come up with were Raissen and Ptah's parents. Darnit. He dug around. Mi...rei... That was Infi's last name. She'd laughed and said she was backwards, cause Rei usually came before Mi.

He fuzzily punched in the numbers next to what looked to be her name, and giggled when there was a grunted "eh." when the phone was picked up. "Infiiiiiii! Infiiiiiii! I just wanned to check in." he said with a little laugh."

"Lae?" Infi cleared her throat and glanced over at the clock. 2am? "Laertes, where are you?"

"I'm drinking a coke, and wanted to let you know I'm diiiiine. Fine."

"Laertes, honey, have you been drinking?"

"Notcher honey, and yes." he said, and took another swig of coke. He tugged at the bottom of his dress, grumbling about how short it was. But damn, it looked good on him.

"Laertes, where are you?"

"At the stooore."

"Is anyone with you?" Infi was holding the phone tucked under one ear as she searched for a pair of jeans to wear.

"The blob-man." Laertes said, and glanced out the door. "He should be back soon, and he said we'd go for a drink! So I have to go, okay? I think I'm gonna puke, and that would be ucky to puke on him." Laertes hung up the phone, feeling really icky in the stomach.

Laertes squeaked, surprised, spinning around and narrowly avoiding smacking Samsara. "Oh, you." he gave Samsara a happy smile, eyes lighting on his purse. "Oh!" he flung his arms around the shorter male's neck, giggling. "Thank you." he said, and pressed a light kiss to the child's cheek. "You're really sweet. Isn't he, mr. cashier?" he spun around, grinning at the cashier.

The man eyed Samsara dubiously. "Kid, you're trashed. You should call your mom back, and have her come pick you up." he said finally.

Laertes frowned, confused. Maybe he did know Samsara? He turned to the man, nodding. "Yeeeah. Mom would be..." Infi...? when did he call her mom? Oh well. "She'd be maaaad." he let his weight, slight though it may be, fall on the preteen. "'m tired." he told Samsara lightly, snuggling up to the warm body. Ugg, his tummy hurt, but the other boy felt nice.

Laertes made a face. Sweetie? "Sweetie?" his voice was almost disgusted. "Ugg. 'm not sweet." he informed Samsara firmly. But sleeping did sound good. He took another sip of the coke, and tossed some money from his purse to the man behind the counter, going to grab another one. "'kay." he told Samsara. Trusting, Stupid, DRUNK Laertes. Infi would have his HIDE.

Laertes followed, stumbling after Samsara. "You're walking too fast." he complained, but followed as fast as he could. He was as quiet as a drunk person in stiletto heels could be, finally stumbling into Samsara's room with a giggle. "Yes." he said, nodding. " My tummy still hurts." he wrapped his arm around himself, looking around. He was really getting uncomfortable.

Laertes frowned at the shirt. Well, it was longer than the dress, and at least it had sleeves. "Bathroom?" he asked, glancing around. He wasn't going to change in here. He was shy. He was sober enough to know something was wrong in the way Samsara looked at him, but he couldn't place what.

Laertes managed to change quickly, too lazy to change out of the boots. Ugg, hopefully whatever Samsara was mixing up would make him feel better. He slipped back down the hall, shutting Samsara's door quietly behind him. "Thank you." he murmured, looking around for somewhere to sit. Finally he climbed up onto the bed, curling up demurely and looking at Samsara with quiet violet eyes. He eyes the glass in Samsara's hand. Mmm, gingerale. He held out his hands silently.