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The trek home seemed different for Richard Moreau this evening, and it had taken him a few mental reminders to enlighten him that he wasn't heading to his home this weekend, but Kor's instead. It didn't matter how many times he would have to remind himself, though, as he was simply too intoxicated to retain much information at the moment.

And that was okay for Richard. For now, he was simply living in the moment, following after Kor like a duckling to its mother. A drunk, chatty little duckling that paid no attention to his surroundings and barely even took notice of where he was going, or where he'd end up.

It didn't matter to Richard, because Mighty Thor was there to guide him, and the candyman was content on following the tattooed beauty around wherever he may go. At least until the booze wore off and his poorly hidden husband bulge settled down. Not to mention the growling of his stomach. "You promised me food, Thor... what did you have in mind?"

He was so hungry that he would have eaten anything at this point. Maybe even Kor, if he thought he could get away with it. Richard blinked, then chuckled. No, Kor wasn't meant for THAT kind of eating... he needed to lay off the booze.

Kor mentioned spaghetti and normally Richard didn't care much for spaghetti. It was too light, too messy, and it reminded him how so many families relied on making that dish in bulk when it came to parties or catering. But tonight was a different night, and a hungry Richard felt like he was going to be treated to a fancy-pancy French cuisine, or at least that's what he'd make it seem like with the way he was acting. "Oh, spaghetti, I like spaghetti... stringy noodles and chunky meatballs... yes, quite a delicacy! Surely... you don't plan on fattening me up and eating me later?"

It was a joke, but he was pretty foregone when it came to his sobriety and he was going to milk the occasion for all it was worth. For all he knew, Kor could have been a mass murderer and was luring him in for the kill, or they'd do their 'business' and then never see each other again. Best to get some laughs and pleasure out of it while he still could.

One step, two step, three step- Richard came close to meeting the floor with that final step, but the mighty Kor kept him on balance with a firm grip to his hand and kept him en route. The house may have been small, even smaller than his condo, but that didn't take away from its own little quaint beauty, or Richard's excitement. He had no problem in entering another person's house, and if anything, he got rather giddy about the experience. It was always interesting to see where another person laid their head to rest and it was certainly a well needed change of scenery. Or would have been, had he not been so hungry and still clinging to Kor, even when he offered him to chill on the couch. "No. I will help. I might be pampered, but I know how to cook!"

It was the least he could do for someone who was offering him a place to stay, a meal, and some bourbon. Granted, he was slightly disappointed that there wouldn't be any bourbon at this very moment, but Richard was a patient man. He could wait. "Now... let me at that kitchen!"

Richard may have been intoxicated but he was aware enough to know that he was being chased out of the kitchen. He wanted to object, proclaim that he thought himself to be a damn good chef, despite the alcohol, and assure him that he had cooked many, many meals while in this 'condition'. However, Kor was simply too quick for him, and it wasn't too long that Richard found himself sitting in front of a TV with a remote thrusted into his hands.

He felt indignant, but he didn't make a big fuss about it. If Kor didn't want his help, then far be it from him to offer it! The intoxicated candyman laid his back against the couch and began to flip through the stations without really looking at it, and the sound of beer and a bag of chips being set on the table next to him. He didn't care much for beer and barbeque wasn't his favorite kind of chips, but that didn't make them any less appetizing.

Never the type to turn down such hospitality, Richard dove right into the beer, pressing the cap against the edge of the table and popping it clean off (though he didn't think to check to see if he left a dent). No, he cared a little more for spilling the beer on the couch than that, and when Kor began throwing questions at him, he took a swig before racking his brain for an intelligent response. "I co-own and work at a Candy Shop... named Sugar Shanty. I sell candy there, and LOTS of it. Lot of little kids runnin' around, too... drives me up the WALLS. No night job... some hobbies. Cruisin' from spot to spot, looking for a little fun here and there and everywhere."

He burped, and for some reason, that reminded him. "Got a dog. Named Baldwin. He'd LOVE you..."

Crimson eyes, the color of his cinammon flavored lollipops, widened at the sudden revelation that he was experiencing, thanks to Kor's words of wisdom. If he didn't run a candy shop, then he wouldn't have to deal with kids! That gave him some hope to be free of their strange little ways, and yet, that hope was short lived, as reality kicked in. He explained, "Because... besides having wild sex at the drop of a hat, it's all I can do. And... as fun as prostitution would be, I -really- do love making candy. And making others happy... even if they're snot-nosed children with disgusting little, grabby fingers."

The beer was almost gone, but Richard had a way of savoring alcohol to the very last drop. As Kor continued to whip up what was smelling like the single greatest meal of his life, the topic shifted to his dog, and immediately he beamed. He cared for Baldwin, more than most people... then again, who wouldn't love Baldwin? "He's an Irish Wolfhound... had him since he was a little pup, no bigger than my hand, if you'd believe it. Now he's the size of a horse... I'd ride him to work, you know... if I didn't love my Lexus so damn much."

There might have been some exaggeration there, but Richard was simply too drunk and hungry to care if Kor believed him or not. He looked to Kor and gave a snicker, "Well... maybe that dog wayyyyy back when thought you were delicious... though, I'd imagine you'd be a little spicy. Maybe sweet and spicy... Thor, sweet and spicy... heh..."

Kor's fears were for naught, for if Richard was anymore comfortable, he would have likely have fallen asleep right then and there. He may have enjoyed the wild night life, the risky gambles at the casinos, the occasional 'roll in the hay', but there were times when just sitting down, drunk as hell on someone else's couch, and rambling on were just as entertaining, and the sight of Kor laughing was enough for Richard to know that all was well. He was laughing, either at him or with him, and it mattered not which one to the candyman, so long as it meant that someone was having a good time at his expense.

Of course, he'd also like to take Kor to his bedroom and make with the- his mind snapped to attention when his host said 'one second', and whatever he was doing, his physically paused until Kor called to him again. He dropped his arms with a huff, as if annoyed that he had to be bothered with getting himself up, but the moment his stomach growled, he was up and already halfway there when Kor asked him to get the bowls.

"That... is the best smellin' spagetti... ever..." Richard meant it- he didn't eat spagetti often, and this one smelt divine. Just divine. Maybe it was the alcohol in his system or maybe it was the best damn spagetti he's ever smelled, but either way, he wanted to devour it. He tried to maneuver throughout the kitchen as best as he could, only confirming Kor's earlier notion to keep him OUT of it during the cooking progress as he stumbled and swayed, but somehow, he was able to retrieve two bowls without breaking a single dish. "What's in it?"

Normally, Richard wasn't quite a fan of canned sauce and would have made such a fuss about how refined his tastes were and how such things weren't worthy of his delicate palette. And just salt and pepper? So plain! Richard would have given Kor such an earful that it would have likely sent the drunk man sprawling on the streets so fast that he'd spin himself into the ground and wind up in China. However, the fact that he was both thoroughly drunk and starving made all of what Kor said sound absolutely delicious, and he was about ready to dive in when Kor led him back into the living room and plopped in down on the couch once more.

All that was left to do was eat, and eat Richard did. He didn't even bother with a hesitant or gentleman-like nibble like he would have done. No, he dug in, even before Kor had returned with the wine. By the time Kor was sitting next to him, all of the spaghetti was gone, and it was no mystery were it had ended up. With the way the sauce decorated his chin and how he patted his belly, it was clear that Richard had thoroughly enjoyed the simple meal, and if that wasn't an indication enough, the belch that escaped his mouth would have done the trick.

The touch to his cheek and the possibly sensual nature behind it did not go unnoticed to the still drunk and hunger-satisfied Moreau, and now that his stomach was full, there were only two more desires that he longed for now, and only one of them was contained within that glass that was presented to him. "Hmmm... probably the best spaghetti I had in my life, Thor..."

Kor was adorable when he looked sheepish, and Richard was quick to bring attention to that, as he pointed with his fork. "That look suits you... you know, you're more cute than I thought you looked... with all those tattoos and piercings, thought you'd be rough, tough..."

And maybe he was. He could still be that tough guy he appeared to be, but Richard decided that he much preferred the Kor that had offered him food and beer and full control over his television. He was even offering him the remote control. That showed that there was some serious trust there, because he could have easily turned it to a station that would make the both of them blush.

Yes, he definitely liked his 'Thor', and his plan was to grab the remote control and toss it elsewhere, while suggesting that they partake in another activity. In his mind, it would play out perfectly. He'd act coy, broach the subject gently, then, if he played his cards right, they'd then make their way to Kor's bed. Unfortunately for Richard, though, what played out in his head didn't always translate well into execution, and the moment he reached down to grab the remote, he lost his balance and fell face first onto the floor with a loud THUD. He remained there for a moment, before the rest of his body slid off the couch, and he just sort of laid there... no unconscious, but too damn embarrassed to want to move.

'Maybe if I stay perfectly still... he won't see me...'

Richard could tell that Kor wanted to laugh. He just knew it. And honestly, he wouldn't have blamed him, either. Had the situation been reversed, Richard knew that he would have laughed his a** right off, and it wouldn't have been the alcohol that would have been the cause. So, he had to hand it to mighty Thor for being nice and trying his best to hold back the full extend of his laughter at his display of drunken failure.

Only when he asked if he was alright did Richard say anything, and he just decided that the floor would be his bed this evening, as he didn't look as though he were going to pull himself back to his feet any time soon. From his spot on the floor, he replied, "Yup... only my ego..."

Then he winced, as he rubbed his chin. "And my chin. Otherwise... shiny..."

Any chance of getting any tonight seemed ruined, at least so he thought. Perhaps he was looking at this the wrong way? Maybe he would pity him and he'd manage to get some sympathy points out of this predicament? It was always worth a shot.

"What you doin' up there? Why not... join me on the floor, Thor? There's plenty of room..." Richard cooed, lifting an arm and making slow, and very obviously drunk, motions for Kor to come to him.