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 Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 5:31 pm
 "Er.....be good? And promise never ever to do it again?..."Demy gave the other a brief hopeful smile before returning to his miserable state. Damnit, not only had he ******** up pretty badly, but now Lou was going to rub it in his face and make him do...whatever...to 'make up' for it.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 5:35 pm
"Ahh, but you see ..." He grinned as he reached out and tapped the other audio's nose. "I know that to be a lie. You'll do it again. You'll be smart enough to do it somewhere that i don't know about so i can't prove you have." Leaning over he uncuffed Demy's hands. He didn't play with druggies. He liked his boys clean and mostly pure.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 5:41 pm
Demy flinched at the nose tapping and flattened his ears at Lou's words. ********, Lou could read him like a book. "Out of sight out of mind..."The youth mumbled miserably. The second he was free he dropped his arms back onto his chest so he could rub at his wrists. All that squirming around hadn't felt too good afterall.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 5:52 pm
"I've always wondered who made that up. It's a horrible lie" He chuckled as he headed for the door. Just because you couldn't see it didn't' meant you wouldn't think of it. After all there was also the adage absence makes the heart grow fonder.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 5:58 pm
"Hrmph...."Rising from the bed, Demy cautiously followed Lou towards the door. The bartender seemed calm, but earlier actions left the rockstar in a state of confusion. He, honestly, could not tell if Lou was pissed off at him or not, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to risk further agitating the other.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 6:03 pm
He headed for the kitchen to start making himself dinner. He would let his pet think about things for however long he felt the need to. He would not touch him but he wouldn't kick him out. The rocker would bring in good money as long as he stayed in the right reality.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 6:13 pm
Unfortunately Demy's thoughts about things quickly drifted from Lou's potential anger towards him to just how good the drugs had felt when he wasn't scared out of his mind. That simply sent him into even more of a miserable state. The youth moped around as Lou went about making himself dinner. Demy wasn't hungry at all himself, so he wasn't going to bother poking around the bartender in his own quest for food. Flopping into a chair nearby, the youth watched Lou work and drifted in his own thoughts.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 6:17 pm
With his dinner in hand he walked over to a small table beside the large window in one wall and sat down with a grin. Demy would soon find reason to not be wandering off in thought. At least if he drug his mind away from drugs long enough to care.
Ahh the wonders of locked doors.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 6:23 pm
Demy eyed the other lazily as he wandered around, but made no attempt to follow him. For now he'd simply be content sitting in his own chair and thinking over things. ...Though...he did have to wonder what was going to happen come bedtime. He wasn't so sure he wanted to go crawling into bed with Lou...if the other even had any intention of letting him do so that was. Ears twitching at this sudden shift in his thoughts, Demy cast a somehwat nervous glance at the other.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 6:28 pm
He was happily eating his steak and nursing a glass of either rum or port. It was so much more entertaining to let Demy sit there and stew in his own thoughts than to give him something specific to think about.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 6:32 pm
The silence was quickly getting to Demy, and it wasn't too long before the guitarist was shifting nervously in his seat. Food wasn't interesting him, but a drink would be nice... He didn't, however, dare get a drink without the other's permission. And getting said permission would require asking... ...Damnit... For a moment Demy opened his muzzle to speak...but quickly shut it again as he thought harder on it. Even if he did ask, he had to wonder if Lou would give him anything. ...Then again he could just be second guessing himself and Lou would happily give him a drink. ...Damnit why did he have to be thinking so -much-?...
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 6:38 pm
Getting up he carried his now empty plate and still half full glass toward the kitchen. The dishes could be done far slower than necessary simply because it would make Demy squirm more.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 6:41 pm
Demy fidgeted nervously as the other went about the slow task of doing the dishes. He wished he had the guts to stand up and snag that half full glass off Lou to satiate his desire to drink, but he was still unsure how much trouble he was in and really didn't want to push his luck anymore tonight. With a slight whimper Demy finally got to his feet and wandered off to try and find something to look at and occupy his wandering mind.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 7:50 pm
The rest of the evening passed mostly silently. Demy didn't seem in the mood to talk and he certainly didn't have anything to say to the other.
Come morning he got up to get himself breakfast, waffles perhaps, and left Demy in bed to fend for himself. He would either get up at the smell of food or miss it.
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2007 7:55 pm
Demy really didn't want to be put into a position to have to go begging from the other, but the smell of food slowly drifting into the bedroom was making it really hard to ignore his growling stomach. He hadn't eatten the majority of the day before, and it was catching up to him pretty badly now. He rolled over and tried to ignore his stomach, but it wasn't too long before a pathetic looking Demy trudged his way out into the kitchen. "...L-lou?..."The guitarist's voice was abnormally low, and the youth's ears were flat against his head as they had been most of the day before. Head lowered, Demy shifted his eyes just enough to be able to watch the bartender.
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