Despite the fact that all of Harvard's buttons were buttoned properly, there was a certain kind of dishevelment and contentment about him. Caroline had wandered off for now, and he was content to let her go, knowing he would be able to find her when he needed her. For now, thought, he was interested in finding someone else. Austin's grumpiness was diverting, and he wanted to see if it lingered.
Luckily, he didn't have to look too far. Sliding into a seat neat to Austin, he eyed the man critically. Half-passed out, from the look of it. Harvard dipped two fingers into a nearby drinking, fishing out a sliver of ice. This was then dropped down Austin's collar. He then wiped his fingers and assumed the most blandly innocent expression he could.
and be blue
OOC
Character's name: Dr. Harvard Falls Character's faction: University Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: #80 Jersey Number: 15 BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER 35 year old linguistic anthropology professor. Dark hair and beard. Smokes. [x]
COINS: 40
Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 2:37 pm
Grumpy? Well. He hadn't been; near-unconscious, comfortably sprawled out at the bar, the bartenders watching him warily as if they thought they might be able to sell him to the house and make a tidy little profit [plus have a few more in for dinner]. Austin was comfortable, if not exactly wise, and it was probably good thing that Harvard was there --
But he woke with a start and a curse as a trickle of cold burned down his spine, the surprise of it turning it to heat. For a moment, Austin thought he was on fire, arms flailing, a curse bursting up out of him as he erupted out of his chair.
It was a scene. It'd be embarrassing. Harvard was good at that. Hopefully he could get out of the way before Austin accidentally [or intentionally] punched him in the face.
Austin flailed upwards and outwards and Harvard jerked back, knocking over a nearby whiskey. The liquor soaked into the elbow of his sleeve and he grimaced. Just in time for Austin's fist to connect with his face. He staggered back, grateful that it wasn't really a full on blow. Still, he swiped at where he'd bit his own lip.
"Austin, that was kind of rude. Are you done?"
and be blue
Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 5:26 pm
It hurt his hand, too, and when Austin finally settled, it was with a dull ache in his knuckles and a baffled expression on his face. There was still a wet trickle down his spine, but fully awake [and approaching sober] he was able to get the gist of what had happened. Just ice, not something slimy and alive, like some small part of him had believed it was...
"What the ********, man?" He hugged his hand a little, glasses crooked on his face.
"What do you mean 'what the ********'? You're the one who punched me, Austin. Your flailing was not exactly graceful." Absently, he reached out to straighten Austin's glasses a little. It was not a conscious decision, but one bore out of an innate need for things to be orderly sometimes. Drawing his hand back, he rubbed his own cheek, wondering if it would swell.
"Do you want me to punch you so we're even?" His lips twitched as though he were having trouble keeping a straight face.
and be blue
Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 7:29 pm
Austin shuddered, touching his own face -- and then dropping, roughly, down to sit back on the stool where he'd been originally, still swatting at that wet spot in the small of his back. The ice was long gone, by now, melted down to just a memory. He licked his lips and looked around, again, to see if anyone had noticed all that.
Of course they had. It made him blush, sudden and hot, torn between embarrassment and anger. "Don't you have other places to be?"
The blush was fun - it made him wonder how far down it spread on Austin's skin. Just neck? Collarbones? Did it flush across his whole chest? He sat back down more sedately, wondering how much drink was still swimming in Austin's system. Catching the bartender's eye, he held up two fingers. But, Austin's question, Harvard made a rather exaggerated show of looking around as though there might be someone hidden nearby/
"Hmmm," he drew out the sound, indulging in a little bit of melodrama. "Doesn't look like it, no. Was looking for you, as a matter of fact." A bartender slid two shots to Harvard and he slid one of those over to Austin. "I feel like your mood has been off for a couple of hours." The unspoken question was 'are you alright', but Harvard did not voice it.
and be blue
Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2015 9:06 pm
"Eh." He didn't protest the drink order, at least; just sprawled a bit on the bar, fingers working up through the curly mess of his hair. It was worse than usual, today, twisted up on itself. Austin really needed a shower, and hoped that, once they were out of here, they could go back to the dorms and --
that was a weird thought. He hoped he never hoped that particular hope again.
So he'd take his drink, still a bit sprawled, watching Harvard sideways. The docto, in contrast, seemed put together. Mostly. A bit mussed, here and there, but in the same artful sort of way Austin used in his outside life. It was attractive enough to make him sigh, gustily.
"I think I got too drunk. Maybe? I'm not sure. Was I too drunk?"
"You were a little drunk, maybe." He smiled. "A lot. You feeling better? How's your head?" Harvard swung himself off the table and walked closer to Austin. Now this, he thought, was a gamble. Lightly, and then with more pressure, he reached out and began to massage his fingertips into Austin's scalp. He started at the nape of his neck, moving upwards. He was entirely aware that Austin could and very well might react violently.
Anything would be interesting. Maybe Harvard had a bit to drink, too.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 10:18 am
He didn't, though: didn't react for a moment, just sat and squinted at Harvard before slowly sitting up. Maybe, all at once, he realized that he was throwing a bit of a temper tantrum, and that it made him seem young and out of control. He wasn't completely clueless, then. Austin drew in a slow breath, dragged the drink closer to pull at it, a very long sip.
"It's fine. Better when we can move on." He didn't shrug away the hand, though. "...best when I can get some glasses that actually approach my real prescription."
"Oh - are you blind?" His fingers moved, pressing into the skin above Austin's ears. He moved and pressed down on the ends of his glasses, making the glasses themselves tilt up wildly on Austin's face. It was childish, but like many slightly childish things, Harvard thought it was funny. But, to his credit, he only did it once before moving his fingers back to their job.
"Pity - you're missing out on my wonderfully staid good looks. Unless you get really close, that is."
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 2:14 pm
"I can see you well enough." He answered it immediately, and then immediately realized how it sounded [again] and huffed a breath out through his nose. Austin knocked his glasses down into place again, cocking his head to consider Harvard and trying to determine if this was flirting or if it was <******** with him.
"They're just not mine. Mine were stylish, expensive, and broken that first night." He shook his head a little, and tapped fingers in against the glass. A slow lick of his lips, probably subconscious.
"Can you?" There was definitely a thread of amusement running through his voice. "Well, you're welcome to get closer if you want." He paused to drink from his own glass.
"What does it feel like I'm doing?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2015 9:13 pm
"Something I'm really good at." It was disconcerting, in fact, being on this side of the taunting and the teasing, the probing little test. Austin shook his head and drew attitude in around him like a cloak, pivoting on the stool to face Harvard fully, so that they bumped knee to knee.
"Do you know how many jittery closeted freshman I've hauled aside just like this at parties." He cleared his throat, leaning a little to one side. "But you might note, I'm not one."
"Not one? Austin, I have never thought you were a freshman, or jittery," He leaned closer on the premise of taking a drink using Austin's glass, but it was an excuse to invade space. Just as he'd been doing before. "-or closeted." Harvard smiled.
