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Even if Rep and Harrison's bar hadn't been the only one on the island, Horace would've visited it anyway for a number of reasons. One: Harrison was nice, if sometimes a little abrasive. Two: it gave him something else to bother Rep with (which was entirely petty of Horace. but nevertheless, he would). And three: Al was there and he was incessantly fun to poke at. Horace was roughly 83% certain the other hunter hated him, but was too polite to say it. Although... polite wasn't generally a word ascribed to Al, he thought. But Horace wanted to ask Al something anyway. He had a few free hours and most of his friends were off on duty. To the bar it was.

He slid into a a set at the bar and waved enthusiastically at the bar tender. Propping his chin on his hand, Horace waited for Al to slide down to his end of the bar. His blue eyes peered intently at the other man.

One eyebrow arched up incredulously as Al neared. "I wasn't aware I was flinch-worthy." His fingers tapped along the bar. The flinch was honestly a little saddening, somehow - Horace didn't think he was awful, but Al didn't seem to really like him. Maybe Horace was actually an emotional masochist, as well. the thought was dismissed with a snort. Dr. Jannisari remained wisely silent.

"Uh, a cider, please, Al." His lips twisted thoughtfully. "You seem different lately. Did something good happen?" Maybe he had gotten to use Horace's Christmas gift.

"Me? Trouble? Why, I never." Horace grinned and rolled his eyes. "I'm only a broke-a** trainee so not much I can do about tips unless of course, you'll accept words instead of dollars." His voice was the tiniest bit hopeful, although he kne that Al would turn him down flat, of course. Horace would do the same. It was nice seeing Al upbeat, and the grin was a little more heartening than the flinch had been.

"That's good! Did you get to make use of that Christmas gift or something?" He could've bit his tongue off - Al didn't need to know that he was the one who'd left the condoms.

The comment about him causing a stir only exlicited a small snort from Horace. It wasn't something he could deny, after all. He did believe quite a lot of it was linked to his relationship with Jan. Well, excepting the bit where Rep hated him. Of course, now he less concerned with trouble-making and more concerned with the fact that he'd let something slip.

Al turned and planced his hands on the bar and Horace barely controlled a flinch of his own. A flush rose in his cheeks and his eyes slid dowm to the cider in front of him. He took a drink to stall for time. "Oh, I... had just heard... you'd gotten a box for Christmas. Of useful things." He smiled at Al embarrassedly, realizing his evasion tactic simply wasn't very good.

"No!" He burst out. "I didn't say it was me... just that I had heard." His fingers tapped along the glass fitfully. He wasn't drunk enough yet. It was easier to be shameless when a) drunk or b) dealing with someone who was prickly rather than happy.

He looked at Al. Okay, fine, whatever. "Alright, alright. Not a sex fiend, but someone desperately in need, maybe." He took a long gulp. Whatever brand Al had given Horace was very sweet. "So... if you haven't cracked open the box did you bareback?" His voice contained a faint note of horror. Zombabies.

Al's sheer horro brought a blink of surprise. Horace didn't exactly remember their fling in the showers (he had, of course, remembered hurting quite a lot after, hence the XL size chosen for Al's gift). But despite not remembering details, he'd thought that Al was pretty forward about sex - he took up Horace's horrible attempts at flirting, at least. He couldn't help it, he felt his eyebrows creeping upwards.

"Well, this island is kind of full of physically fit people in their prime. You included. There's a lot of sex going on. I, of course, assumed you'd be in that, uh... pool." He shrugged, still emabarrassed, but also amused by Al's reaction. "No sex at all... but why not?"

Horace choked on his drink, spluttering. He set it down, coughed a couple of times and simply stared at Al. He'd rather thought their whole thing had been about as random as it came.

"Not... into... random sex, huh? Really..."

It was truly terrible of Horace to think so, but Al was ridiculously cute when he pouted. He resisted to urge to try and tweak his nose - it would certainly not be appreciated. "Of course not," he snorted. "But where there's one, there's usually more, so...." He shrugged, rubbing a hand along his undercut.

"Coulda been a weekly thing instead of a 'me and maybe a couple other dudes' thing. Should I feel honored?" He said jokingly, propping both elbows up on the counter.