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 Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 12:07 pm
It had been curry dinner, just like Jeremiah said. He even made sure it was not going to be too spicy (because Algie complaining about heartburn and indigestion was never fun; he'd never hear the end of it). Dinner had been easy, comfortable and once it was done, Algie had stared hard at him until he had given in and let the other man clean up.
(It was an old thing between them. Whoever cooked did not clean up but Jeremiah always tried to anyway.)
Once he had been herded - bullied - out of the kitchen, Jeremiah went to the living room. Despite his chair of stolen sweaters being found (they're all his now, Alg), he still had tugged one on after his bandages had been changed without shame. It was keeping him warm enough for the time being and, instead of heading for the cabinet for alcohol, he got sidetracked by the calla lily that sat on his piano.
Jeremiah found himself sitting down at the piano, raising the cover after staring at it for a few moments, and started to play. Sometimes it helped to play to work through his thoughts; the music a little slow but not entirely somber.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 1:56 pm
No one liked doing dishes so the extent of the effort was trashing disposables and loading the dishwasher. He resisted the urge to immediately make a pot of tea and instead joined Jeremiah in the other room just as he started to play. Algie went straight for the liquor cabinet and grabbed the most potent bottle, not necessarily the tastiest, and two glasses. Each was poured, one slid near to Jeremiah and Algie taking his own to a nearby chair where he had a small leather bag that he dug in for his pipe box. The professor sat and just listened while he cleaned and packed his pipe, only taking a drink once he was already leaned back and surrounded by a cloud of heavy aromatic smoke.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 2:27 pm
Jeremiah was probably the only one who did not mind doing dishes but that had more to do with being an entitled hoodlum when he was younger, wanting to do things he wasn't supposed to do ( that is what we have kitchen staff for, Jeremiah) out of spite. Good thing he had grown out of that. The other man got a smirk when he brought the glass over, pausing in his playing to take a drink. For the moment he was not feeling terribly chilled, instead more at ease. More so when Algie started smoking. He started playing again after a second drink, glass set down next to the vase with the flower. There was no particular song he was playing, the music still slow. Mostly because he was mulling through his thoughts.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 2:49 pm
After a few minutes of listening to the slow tune Algie got up, pipe clenched in his mouth, and brought his drink to the piano. His own glass was set beside the other and he stopped Jeremiah's depressive playing with a bump of the hip. Move over.And then sat and like a stupid goof, put his hands on the keys and started the easy half of Chopsticks. He certainly knew how to play a bit more than that, but maybe a bit of a dig against Jeremiah's over complicated contemplation.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 3:29 pm
Jeremiah gave Algie a look at the hip bump but scooted over all the same. It had been sometime since they had both sat a piano together (at least a couple times because the silver-haired man was trying to play drunken rendition of some song with Algie singing the lyrics). When the other man started to play Chopsticks, he huffed. Really? Just couldn't let him have his sad music? He stopped playing, at least for a few moments, before he took a drink and - with a put-upon sigh - started playing the other part. If they were doing this then at least he would do it right. Which did include deliberately trying to mess Algie up.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 3:38 pm
Attempts to mess him up obviously resulted in retaliation. His hands would 'slip' pretty often.. but he was also prone to throwing elbows. And at least once he puffed and blew his smoke at the other man.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 3:45 pm
Jeremiah was going to end up with bruised ribs with all those elbow throwing. He might have made another face at the smoke but he had always liked the mix that Algie smoked (unlike a certain stoner who's s**t made him sneeze all the time; somewhere Wil knew he was being thought about and it made him all tingly). What had started as Chopsticks quickly dissolved into elbows and slight shoulder shoving. Also Jeremiah bumping Algie's hands away from the keys.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 3:57 pm
The rough housing only stopped when Algie had to pull the pipe from his lips, though he suffered a final jostle. "Stop playing depressing nonsense." His pipe had gone out and he was fishing in his sweater pocket for matches.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 4:02 pm
"It's not depressing, it was somber." Jeremiah got that look on his face as he spoke. " There is a difference, Alg." The man did not miss a beat and while Algie was looking for matches in his sweater, Jeremiah reached into the one he was wearing and pulled out a box. Seconds later the match flared up and he was holding it towards the other man's pipe.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 4:14 pm
" Overdramatic," He murmured around his pipe as he leaned for the light and puffed, "You're brooding." Jeremiah could be stone faced, but this mood didn't really suit him. The brunette then downed the rest of his drink and stood for the bottle, moving off of the piano bench again, "Play something else. Whatever you want to call it."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 4:33 pm
"It's not brooding," another huff, "I'm just thinking." Probably too much and Algie had always been good at pulling him from his thoughts when he threatened to sink a little too deep into them. That had always been Jeremiah's downfall: submerging into his thoughts and overthinking. He pushed his empty glass towards Alg so that he could get a refill as well. "You know, I do take requests." Except that Algie had just said play something else. So he did. It might have been Sympathy for the Devil but he always fell back to the Rolling Stones when the other said to play something.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 5:07 pm
Algie didn't have a request and he knew the default was always Rolling Stones. He came over with the bottle, pouring them both refills as he sat back down. A pipe, alcohol, and Jeremiah playing piano was as close to a party that he ever got so he was enjoying himself. A few sips in he was humming and singing the words low (because he was not even close to the level of alcohol that would make him belt out any tune). "Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my naame.."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 5:19 pm
It was always a challenge to play with one hand and take a drink but Jeremiah managed it briefly for a moment. He was not the kind to get out to party, even functions at the department he only stuck around so long as he felt it necessary to do so. This was much more his speed for obvious reasons. Especially when Algie would hum and sing low. He did have a good voice. This was good, however, and whatever mood he had been in faded. Now Jeremiah was just watching Algie out of the corner of his eye, lips quirked up just a bit into a smile.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 5:54 pm
Algie and Jeremiah had a horrible habit of never taking it slow with alcohol. Algie took big sips and there was genuine enjoyment in being vaguely ******** up. But being too relaxed often gotten the both of them in trouble in the past. Unfortunately for the professor, when he gave a s**t he gave too much of a s**t, and when he didn't give a s**t it was problems for everyone. At the end of the song they were two glasses in and Alg had a pink to his cheeks. "Thought it all out?" Because Jeremiah didn't even have the expression on his face anymore, the brooding one.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2016 8:22 pm
Jeremiah never really showed that he had drank anything until he was close to passing out. Not that he did not enjoy the pink to Algie's cheek; he always enjoyed the pink to his cheek (and especially when his ears were tipped pink). He was taking another drink after he finished playing, setting the empty glass down and giving the other a nod. The thing about Jeremiah with a couple drinks in him was that he always ... His hand was raised, finger running along the rim of his glass, and watching Algie out of the corner of his eye. "On to other things now, yes," he finally said.
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