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 Posted: Mon Aug 28, 2017 7:01 pm
It wasn't exactly reassuring that it was this easy to break into Ever's room. It meant that every time he'd left contraband behind, someone could have snuck in and taken it. There were the cameras, of course, but as a rule Ever didn't trust those to keep anyone out. Hunters, as a whole, seemed likely to break into someone's room and steal their stuff. "I should get a deadbolt, maybe." His tone was dry as he watched Zeke work.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2017 7:15 am
He didn't say anything at first, apparently too focused on what he was doing, but after a moment the handle clicked and he was able to turn it. "You could, but I don't think it'd keep most of us out, given we could just kick the door in if we wanted to." Which would have been His next course of action had this failed... His debit card was returned to his wallet, and he readjusted his grip around Ever's waist ski he could move them inside.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2017 6:01 pm
"Kicking it in would be loud and obvious." He shrugged just a little bit, letting Zeke haul him inside. The room was better, at least. It had been cleaned up, put right. The mattress still a bit waterstained, the sheets the bad old ones instead of the newer tidy ones, and his stash was gone -- it was livable. Not homey, but livable. And it made Ever sigh. "Didn't you say you had gin?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2017 6:20 pm
"Probably, but it would have been effective." He'd tried for something biting, something like their usual banter, but he just sounded tired as she walked Ever towards the bed, then seemed to think better of it and turned instead to the desk. The chair was hooked with the toe of his boot, and he pulled it out so he could ease Ever into it. Wet, sandy bodies and bed sheets just didn't mix well. Straightening he, Zeke brought a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, glancing back towards the door. "Yeah, it's in my desk. I can go get it." He flicked his eyes back to Ever. "But I want a shower before we get into the heavy drinking."
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2017 6:09 pm
The moment he was sitting, Ever set to stripping away sandy layers -- pulling off his coat to drop it in a wet mess on the floor in the corner, sighing a bit at how his hair felt crunchy, how it bunched up and tangled, all filled with salt. The shirt came next, which meant he spoke through it in a muffled sort of way. "I think the shower works. It should work, unless something happened..." His head popped free, and he tossed his shirt onto the pile as well. "We could drink in the shower."
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2017 6:16 pm
Zeke wasn't far behind him on the quest to free himself of ocean soaked clothing. The hem of his jacket and part of his shirt had started to dry, and they felt disgustingly crunchy as he moved. So his jacket rather quickly joined Ever's, as did the shirt, and he had his hands on his belt before looking up at Ever's time saving suggestion. "We could." It seemed like something an alcoholic would do, and yet, just that moment Zeke didn't have anymore ******** to give. They still didn't know how long they'd actually been gone, or how real any of it had been, but the memories were there, and they seemed real enough. At what point did it matter what was real and what wasn't, when entire stretches of time played out like old video in his brain? The thought made him grimace, mind trying to jump to other unpleasant memories, and he pushed them aside as he jerked the belt free of his pant loops.
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Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2017 10:00 pm
Ever was in the midst of peeling off his socks -- which might, perhaps, have been the least sexy thing ever. He was too tired to care, dragging them off and pulling a face as he tossed them into the pile. His pants stayed on for the moment, mostly because he'd have to stand to get out of them. At the moment, that seemed like too much work. He'd just watch Zeke get naked, instead. It was fueling. "You'd have to go all the way downstairs for it, though, huh?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2017 9:14 am
His hands asked on his fly at that, and he groaned, eyes rolling up in frustration. "********, yeah." He still had his pants on, he could jog on down and grab a bottle. It really want even a big deal, but he was on edge, and any little error or inconvenience felt more like a mountain than a mole hill.
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Posted: Tue Sep 12, 2017 8:20 pm
The good news was that it brought a slow smile to Ever's face -- his head tipped to the side, so that he could rest it in the curled fingers of his right head. Absently, he scratched through his hair, shaking loose sand. At least he hoped it was sand. "Up to you, sugar. If it's too far, it's too far."
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2017 7:00 am
It was the sugar that helped to drag Zeke back from the teetering edge of frustration. He blinked, head turning just enough to take in the look on Ever's face, and let his hands hang at his sides. The blonde had a grounding quality about him. Almost perpetually unphased, it was a balancing quality at the moment. "It's fine. I'll be right back." As he talked he dipped to crouch beside the pile of discarded clothing, rooting through it to find key. He found out, straightened, and shot the other man a flicker of a smile on his way out the door.
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Posted: Wed Sep 13, 2017 9:03 pm
There was half a sound, the start of some sentence -- and then Zeke was gone and Ever let it die, squinting around at the bare bones that served as his room. Left to his own devices, Zeke was lucky that he didn't just pass out, sprawled as he was in the chair. Still worn-thin from the desert, barely home before he was tossed around again, it wouldn't have been hard to nod off. Instead he forced himself up and around, managed to peel out of his own pants and toss them in the corner. By the time Zeke came back he was dressed only in boxes, appropriately adorned with laughing dolphins. And he was on his feet, because sitting would lead him toward the temptation of sleep.
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Posted: Thu Sep 14, 2017 5:16 pm
It took slightly longer than it should have to grab a bottle from his desk drawer, but the reason why was obvious as he let himself back in. He had a bottle in one hand, and the other had a rolled bundle that appeared to be pair of his more comfortable lounging pants. Considering the state of the clothing in already in the pile, as well as the jeans still clinging to his hips, he wasn't keen on sliding back into them later. He tossed the pants on the bed as he passed it, and the bottle was held out to Ever as his free hand went immediately for the button of his fly. He wanted out of the salt stiff denim, and he wanted out of it now. "These jeans feel disgusting." It was an understatement.
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Posted: Sun Sep 17, 2017 8:06 pm
"Surprised you didn't take them off in your own room." Even as he said it, Ever was cracking the bottle -- tipping it back like an expert to down several long swallows. He came up with a shudder down his spine and a shake of his head, and halfway put the lid back onto the bottle. Letting it hang loosely from his fingers, he watched Zeke work his way out of his pants. Only once they were down did he turn to go start running the water.
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Posted: Mon Sep 18, 2017 7:15 am
"I thought about it, but I didn't want walk back in my underwear, or put the clean pants on dirty skin." He shrugged. This way they could just throw all the dirty stuff into one load, get it over with. Following Ever, he reached out to claim the bottle from his hand so he could help himself to his own healthy swallow. It wasn't ideal straight, but it'd do the job just fine. In the bathroom he leaned his hip against the sink as he waited, watching the line of Ever's back as turned on the water and adjusted the temperature.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2017 8:47 pm
Zeke would have time for another long swig before Ever turned, the water apparently warm enough, and considered his expression. Slowly, he cracked a smile -- head tipped to the side and hair sticking lankly to one side of his face. He beckoned Zeke in closer with a crook of one finger. A shower and a couple shots was really all they needed to feel better.
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