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 Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 6:13 pm
"An interesting perspective," said Chance amiably. "I like it. I guess that's kind of similar to where we are now, except without the family part, really. Close enough to still be close to the real world, far enough to be left alone and do our thing."
He let out a little hum of amusement. "It's not a bad thing," he said with a laugh. "Maybe I should have worded it as 'things better left showed rather than told' instead of 'better left to the imagination.' After all, sometimes words just don't do things justice."
There was undisguised amusement in his voice as well as the same lack of shame from before. Chance lifted his glass up to his lips, half out of habit, before he realized it was still empty. Ripley looked mildly surprised to be handed his own alcohol, but took it, and Chance smiled, flexing the fingers of his injured hand a little.
"You're welcome," he said, and then a slight look of curiosity when Ripley didn't drink it. This, however, was followed with a nod of understanding and thanks as his own glass was refilled, and Chance lifted it to clink with Ripley's, smiling.
"To existing," he said, and took a swallow, licking his lips. "And to really good alcohol."
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 6:39 pm
"That's better, yes." He agreed, with that tiny smile back on his lips. It faded quickly, though it wasn't due to shame; like Chance, he had very little of it. The fact of the matter was, his face was staring to hurt with all these little smiles he was giving...he just wasn't used to it. "And again, you are correct." Showing was better than telling, certainly.
Dangerously good, he added mentally, looking down on his already half-empty glass. He gazed at Chance for a moment, then down at his glass, and finally he downed the rest of it, cringing for a moment at the burning sensation that followed.
"You should probably get some rest." The I should go was mostly implied, especially as he started to shift to get up.
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 6:56 pm
Ripley was still somewhat of a mystery to him, but Chance was starting to find that interesting; or at least, a little bit of a puzzle. Everything was said in moderation, in spite of the other being thorough in his duties, and his words might have seemed clipped or flat, but Chance had long since discovered that that was simply how Ripley talked.
"Good idea," he said light, catching the only partially subtle hint. Chance finished the rest of his glass and slid it onto the table, easing back a bit more onto the bed until he could lay down, exhaling out a breath.
"Seriously, though," he said, without looking at Ripley, Chance's eyes fluttering a little as he stared up at the ceiling. "If you ever need anything, gimme a call; I owe you one."
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 7:27 pm
"I won, you owe me nothing." Ripley replied stubbornly. They had bantered about that before, but now this seemed to be his answer; as far as he was concerned, they were even. Anything that happened was simply a favour between what could be perceived as friends.
Yet, suddenly, he sat down again at Chance's side, leaning over to reach shamelessly into Chance's pants pocket, pulling free the other man's phone without so much as a please. He flipped it open, checked the contacts, adding his number to the 'favourites' list, one way or another.
He then set the phone down on the desk, where it wouldn't impede the other man's rest. Then he stood once more to collect his things, putting them back into the messenger bag he had brought with him initially.
"Rest well."
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2014 7:56 pm
He snorted, his eyes already half shut. "Okay, okay, I get it. But the offer is still there, regardless."
Chance felt the bed dip and opened his eyes again as Ripley leaned partly over him. He should have been startled, or maybe annoyed, that the other was just shamelessly invading his space; but Chance merely lay still and waited patiently for him to find what he was looking for, eyebrows raised as he watched him.
Ah, his phone. A smile tugged at the corners of Chance's lips, but he didn't say anything as Ripley fiddled with the phone, finally setting it down on the desk and gathering his things together. Chance gave him one last amused look before he made himself more comfortable on the bed, closing his eyes.
"Thanks," he said, and then, "I'll bring the booze next time."
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