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 Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 6:49 pm
He had to stop and just resist the urge the facepalm with a flaming-hot chicken wing.
"Mik...flaming is..." Nope. He wasn't even going to bother with it. He wasn't drunk enough.
He finished his beer with one drink and wiggled it for Al to see he needed another before setting it aside.
"Most of us would want to sleep with hot chicks. It's getting them that's tricky. The hotter the person, the higher level you need to be to match em. You really need some kinda game for that. You can't just go up to them and go "Wanna bone?" He said, thinking of Mik's attempts both online and before the winter excursion.
"And being clean doesn't make you flaming and what the hell is wrong with my hair?" He said to AL, pointing an accusing wing in his direction before taking a bite.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 6:58 pm
"Nothing, your hair is just flaming. Like the rest of you," he sounded like he was trying to be affectionate. It didn't work. He fetched a fresh beer, opened it, and handed it over to Melvin.
"You are more of what they call a twink," Al said to Mik as he stood straight again. "So I don't know about hot chicks in your future." He grabbed a rag and started wiping a small area of the bar down.
"Maybe hot dudes."
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 7:04 pm
So it was really hard to get hot chicks and when you couldn't you just had to take someone on your own level. He frowned. "Is that why you were with dad?" he said. "Because people were too hard to get?" Because that sounded awful, if that was the case he'd never get to sleep with anyone because if Melvin was low enough on the tiers of things that he had to sleep with Lawrence, Mik would never be on the tier for anyone.
"Cause I think you should be higher up than that. Your hair is nice." He took a long swig of the whiskey which burned just as much as the wings did.
"A twink?" he said, confused. "You guys say a lot of weird things, it's like another language. I don't mind if its boys or girls." he said. "Though girls seem a bit hard and lazy."
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 7:10 pm
He choked, badly, and was left sputtering and trying to get his breath before taking a handkerchief to cover his mouth and then, tears building up, taking a drink of the freshly opened beer.
Once he could find his breath, he spun around on Mik. "What the hell?! I wasn't with him because I couldn't get anyone else. ******** christ. I was with him because - " And he stopped himself. "This is NOT the place to be talking about this, and I didn't SETTLE on Lawr because I couldn't get anyone else. A lot of things went into it." And he didn't need to be talking about the whole mess of it with everyone at the bar.
"I was engaged to someone that was hot as hell. I was with Rin for Pete's sake, and she was gorgeous." He picked up his beer again and glared. "Damn right I could go higher."
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 7:17 pm
Al casually walked to the back, there was a couple beeps then a soft humming noise.... then popping noises...
Al returned shortly, opening a freshly popped bag of popcorn. He plopped down on a stool and resumed watching the two with apparent interest while stuffing his mouth with popcorn.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 7:22 pm
Mik looked stricken at the ferocity of Melvin's response, not looking to make him mad but genuinely thinking that was the point he was making. His anger made him flinch visibly, hunching up as if anticipating a strike. "I'm sorry!" he said, and shuffled his chair away from Melvin a little. "I thought that was what you were saying! I .. you said everyone had tiers and I was thinking I'd be low. Really low. If you were low. But you aren't."
He didn't know who Melvin was talking about with the engagement but he didn't want to ask. "I didn't know. And you could." But there was something placatory about the way he agreed to the fact that Melvin could do much better compared to the genuine compliments of earlier.
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 7:43 pm
The way Mik coward made him think of Rodney, and he frowned at his reaction, crumpling in the face of Melvin's own anger. Frustrated, he breathed out and looked over at Al who was being no help at all before digging into his pocket.
After a second, he set the phone on the counter for Mik to take.
"Sorry. I just....." He took a breath. "You don't know the whole story about how I even hooked up with your dad in the first place. I thought you were saying that I couldn't get anyone else but your dad like we're together just because no one else even wanted us."
Not that he minded. Lawr was a prize to him, someone he cherished and wished he still had.
And again Mik was back to lowering himself. "And you aren't low. Please stop thinking like that. Damn you need some self-building mantra." He shook his head, though Melvin wasn't the best person to give advice on how to build self-esteem.
On his phone was a picture of Melvin holding onto a busty woman in a corset top. Her hair was long, inky black, with thick, glossy curls. They were smiling, a city backdrop sparkling in the nigh behind them "That's who I was with. Rin. I was with her for a long time. I loved her a lot." He went for the whiskey now and finished it off.
"When she died - I was very depressed. Then I met your dad, and he felt it was in my best interest to take the part of her to help me through my depression and then we started dating after that. I was in a very dark place....I needed something......and had dreams that said things to me....... and your father - had his own ideas on how helping a person worked without fully understanding the moral wrongs and rights. For me.....I just.......needed someone." He didn't look at Al but pushed his glass over to Al to fill it. He really didn't want to be judged by either of them, but Mik was left in the dark too often about these things. By now, it didn't even matter. He wasn't with Lawr anymore, and what had happened was years ago.
"It wasn't like I picked him up at the bar and decided that out of everyone around, that was who I wanted. It just happened, and it was comforting." Having the company of someone regardless of knowing how poisonous it was sometimes, still let you have something in their world to keep going and not just head off to the cliffs. It gave life certainty.
Or it had.
He stared at the counter. "Not that it matters anymore."
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Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2017 7:52 pm
Al cringed when it all went from an enjoyable drama to Mik cowering in the blink of an eye. He sucked against his teeth with a tetchy sound as he set the popcorn aside. He refilled Melvin's drink and leaned against the bar, glancing from one downer to the other.
"You both are hot pieces of a**." He stared squarely at Mik, "that's what twink means." Then he shot a smug look Melvin's way. "The kid is just twinkier than you," he teased. Melvin most likely knew that wasn't entirely accurate but shhh Melvin, let everyone have this.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 4:45 am
Mik still looked a little hesitant, not sure if he was still in trouble or if he was all right now. He listened uncertainly to the story Melvin told him and admired the dark haired woman in the photo. "Oh." he said when he realised that she had died and that it seemed like Lawr had taken advantage of his grief. He wasn't sure what was even appropriate to say about it.
"I don't have anyone." he said. Sure, there was Mal, but it had been a long long time and he was still getting re-acquainted with his brother. In a relationship sense he was completely alone.
Whiskey made his face feel hot but he kept drinking it, a little quicker than before due to his nervousness.
Al got an alarmed look for his comment and he wasn't sure how to deal with the fact that he was being called that word again, put in the context of being a "hot piece of a**". He didn't know how he felt about that. "Don't you have a boyfriend?" he asked.
He was getting a serious Lawrence vibe from this guy.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 6:55 am
Melvin looked over at Mik and sighed, reaching over to take his phone again. He spared the picture another look, his thumb briefly touching the screen, before he closed it and put it into his coat pocket.
"There are different types of alone. The alone after being in a relationship for a long time and then not. The alone after a loss. The alone of looking for the one when you are ready now. Overall, each one sucks in it's own way." He looked over at Mik and leaned over to pt his shoulder.
"You have plenty of time. You'll find someone to bang."
Melvin then noticed his glove was off when he had prepared to eat the wings and cringed, looking around before he took the hem of his jacket sleeve to wipe off Mik's shoulder before leaning back.
Al's attempt at bar therapy was admirable, and Melvin decided changing the mood was in order else he'd be getting drunk way too fast to blot out all memory and feeling again.
"Yeah, Al. Aren't you with someone. Didn't know you were in such an open relationship. Does Noah know you are hitting on two guys at the bar tonight? Should I text him?"
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 9:10 am
Al laughed at the men before fishing out his own phone. "Yeah, don't worry. You both are safe as long as Noah doesn't give me a pass." He pulled up a picture of himself and Noah on his phone and sat the phone on the bar. In the picture they looked like they were in the infirmary, all banged up and bandaged but they were posing together on an infirmary bed, smiling and hugging.
"He's the mummy with the brown hair," Al joked.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 9:17 am
"Well I'm all of those alones." Mik said sullenly before adding in a very teenage sort of way. "And I don't waaaant to wait for ever for someone to sleep with. I'm suffering now. It's all so cruel." And he slumped to rest his chin on his arms, looking cross when Melvin swept away his touch. "I like it when you touch me." he said tetchily.
Al's phone got a tragic look by Mik before he sighed again. "Everyone on this island is so totally taken. Or they are mean." and he finished off his whisky.
"Can I have some more?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 9:23 am
"There are a lot more drinks, Mik. You could try something different if you want." He said, just offering that out on the table for him.
"At least have a beer to pace yourself. His next drink will be on me, but at least give him a beer, Al."
The dramatic slumping made the Lifer hold his tongue, seeing too much of the over-the-top reacting in Mik and Lawr. This either meant Lawr acted like a teenager, or Mik acted like Lawr. He was leaning to the first option.
"You JUST started the game. Kinda need more practice before you fall into despair. Don't loose your steam just yet. Here. Pretend Al is a single person at the bar. Practice hitting on him."
He tried to ignore the touching comment - as he liked it very much too.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 9:42 am
Al put his phone away and turned to fetch that beer, seeing as Melvin was paying at this point. He listened idly at their conversation, realizing very quickly that a little more than friends was going on with these two. Well, they both had nice hair. They could be "Hair Ship".
There was a sudden thud at Melvin's suggestion to practice on Al. After a short pause Al slowly stood back up with beer in hand and the other hand nursing the bump on his head. He slid the beer at Mik and then smiled at him expectantly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2017 9:52 am
"I want something tough and strong." he said. "I want to be drunk. A lot drunk." Maybe being drunk would make the stupid tension and need go away, maybe it wouldn't but he'd be able to ignore it or forget. "I don't need to pace myself."
He was still being rather surly. "I don't care if I just started the game, I don't want to play, I just want to put myself out there for free. No cost. Why can't I give myself away? I'm worth at least nothing right?" and he shrugged. Whatever, he'd try hitting on the creepy bartender if he needed to, people were pretty easy.
His first act was not acting like Al was crazy for hitting his head, carefully not calling him a complete lunatic or pointing out his misfortune.
"Hey there." he said with a big friendly smile, flicking his long blonde hair out of his blue eyes. "You are really nice. Really pretty and really funny. I like you a lot. I don't need to ask if you come here often do I? Cause you work here. Bet they hired you for your looks as well as your personality."
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