Hanna, who had heard quite a bit about what had happened, kept his mouth shut about the other things that Maurice had gone through. That house, god dammit that fucking house. It was good that he was home, and he was even more glad that he was here with him, even if the south was not his usual stomping ground. As much as people joked about Tarot and hoodoo in the deep south, this was not the place for a tiny white guy to talk about his magical talents aside from a calling card in a grocery store bulletin board or two.
Most people who called anyways were prankers anyways.
Hanna's particular talents didn't actually involve much Tarot or psychic shit though, so he kind of just smiles behind a hand, eyebrow raised and wonders how many umbrella drinks it'll take to get him to that point. He picks up a card, flipping it over and gives Wesley a very serious look, "If you're not careful, your exam is going to rip you a new intergluteal cleft."
He takes a sip of his drink so he doesn't laugh at his horrible joke, taking in the introductions and almost spilling it when Josh enthusiastically goes to shake his hand. He takes it, shaking enthusiastically once he's sure his drink won't fall and grins at him, "better than I was, gingevitus is tough in this neck of the woods"
Josh finally smiled his first smile of the night--and he was charming when he did, all freckle faced and half hidden behind that ridiculous curly hair. His shake was hardy and his hand was rough. "Don't I know it."
"I didn't know you could smile!" Matt ribbed him. They both laughed and Maurice just stared down at his own drink, keeping his eye on Hanna for his own safety.
Meanwhile, Wesley burst out into hideous laughter and it wasn't...exactly...clear if he got the joke or not. He started collecting his food splattered flash cards. "Man, fuck it, I'm not passin' this class. Those who don't try never look foolish."
"It's a core class, you dumbass," Matt swatted him.
Horas was still staring at Hanna, sipping his own drink out of the corner of his mouth. There was somethi'n about this twig. He was over twice as old as anybody at this table and he'd seen some things. "What's a bone thrower do down this way anyway? Don't live in Dead Dog City, do ya?"
"With me," Maurice said, almost growling. "We came out here to get away from the Dog so let's not talk about it."
The older vampire lifted his brows but couldn't help but look a little sympathetic. Poor thing, his first fling and in such a bad place. Such a bad decade.
After drink two or three that smile might earn Josh a few comments. Watch out, Hanna's got a mouth on his drunk ass. Though, as much as Josh seemed like the kind of guy Hanna could get along with, almost reminiscent of Conrad back home, his hand still finds Maurice's knee under the table, rubbing circles into it with his free hand. History existed here that Hanna wasn't quite aware of. Maybe the tension would ease, but he wasn't so sure it would be this evening.
His expression turns a little sour though at the mention of home though, nodding. "It's...not what I'd call home, but sure. I'm used to the city, but this is nice. I used to live right up the street from a bar like this." He takes a long drink, sweet enough that he doesn't even sputter when he empties half the glass and gives Maurice's knee a squeeze, "I think it'd be easier though if small towns didn't know everything about everyone. Kind of creepy that way. You'd think they'd have better things to do?"
Maurice's shoulders sagged when he felt Hanna's hand on his knee. He tried to relax. He felt weirdly guilty for what happened to Hanna at work. He'd grown jittery. He was still getting used to being with Hanna around other people. Not just with him but obviously With him. And they weren't people from the far reaches of the multiverse. Dogtrot was all some of them had ever known and it was all they would ever know. They would die in that city.
However, Hanna's words drew a collective, commiserating groan from the table.
"Boy, don't I wish." Josh took a long drink and dropped his chin onto his hand. "And heaven forbid anybody ask YOU about it."
Matt nodded and when the server returned, he ordered a round of chicken strips for them. "Hanna, can you eat meat?"
"And I need a drink. Maybe four." Maurice suddenly put in. He then challenged Matt the Mom's gaze. "I'll pay."
Matt was surprised but his grin only grew. Maurice WAS doing better. What a nice gesture! When he'd met him last he'd been dying behind that Wendy's. Near penniless to boot from what Horas told him. "Well alright!"
"Like shit, I think half the employee's probably think my other part time job is at an abortion clinic." Though to be honest if he actually handed them a business card they might think even worse of him, which would be kind of hilarious. "But no one asks. Though I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. It was pretty similar back home just, a lot more conservative here." to put it lightly.
When prompted though, he nods enthusiastically, grinning, "You put food in front of me and I'll eat it, promise." Diet restrictions wasn't his sort of thing even if he as a twig. Though, Maurice's announcement got Hanna finishing his own drink and wondering about the ride home. If he was drinking and Maurice was, getting home before the sun came up might be an issue. At least he didn't work tomorrow.
"You can just give me another one of yours Maury, or all of them." He grins, mostly teasing though still keeping in mind the driving situation, "Mr. DD"
Maurice was all ready to snarl at Horas when the others at the table joined in, unable to keep from cooing at the newbie lovers. It was ten kinds of obvious. The attention got the tiniest of grins out of Maurice before--nope. He couldn't stop himself. He hid his face behind his hands.
And Hanna had a point. He couldn't hide behind alcohol fuzz, he had to drive. The drinks and food arrived and Maurice managed to snag one just so he didn't have to feel left out and had something to hold.
Not half an hour later, Wesley, the weakest of the bunch, was already staring at his notes with glazed eyes. "You guys, I think I finally learned how to read Japanese. Mom is gonna be so proud of me."
"You should see his face when I call him Reece's pieces." Hanna joined, unable to feel much embarrassment about it because the name "elmo" or "Sweet potato" hadn't popped up into conversation yet. Maybe he would be lucky and Maurice would be too embarrassed to bring it up in conversation.
Though he does sink a little further in his chair, the lack of judgement in the room he'd been waiting for still something that kind of scared him. Dogtrot was not the kind of city you could be easily recognizable and in a queer relationship in. And sitting here, saying things like this and being so close, it felt good in public, but at the same time he felt like he needed to wait for backlash.
After a few drinks though, Hanna's drunken personality started to peek it's little head out too, leaning more heavily against his vampire boyfriend, the finger around his belt loop finding it's way into his pocket. It helped a little since the cool feel of his skin through his jeans was great for the beer glow that was steadily giving his temperature rise.
And, as much as Hanna liked to talk and swear, talking and swearing while drunk was obviously two different things. "With a face like that, who's mom wouldn't be?" He returns, right back with the biggest grin on his face and then hides it in Maurice's arm in a fit of giggles.
Later, Maurice would demand to know why Hanna INSISTED on embarrassing him when meeting new people. Eventually he would learn that this was just part of being attached to Hanna. This time he responded to the physical contact by moving his arm and slipping it behind him. MOSTLY to keep Hanna from falling right out of the booth since he was on the end.
Wesley looked up from a diagram of the human colon and stared at Hanna for a long moment before breaking into a broad grin. "Aaaaaaa sankyou so much."
Even Josh had lightened up and he was laughing, having built an impressive tower out of glasses and menus. "This is the only time I get to be creative. I'm not allowed to do this at home."
"That's because you broke the dish set my mom got us for Christmas."
"It was for art."
"Yoooooou fffffuckers don't know anything about ART."
"Uh oh here we go."
"ART," growled Wesley as he stared into his empty, clutching hands. "Is vomiting your SOUL out into the worl-lorld. So everyone can see it and understand you. But nobody ever fucking DOES."
Horas broke in, looking at Hanna. "So tell me about this bone throwin' of yours." Maurice opened his mouth to challenge Horas, but the older vampire shot him a look. "Unless the only bonin' going on is bonin' Doughboy here."
Maurice promptly banged his knee on the bottom of the table.
Josh's castle wobbled. "Woah!" He threw his arms around it.
Hanna, all for listening to the conversation around the table and admittedly winking awkwardly at Wesley, was pulled away from his spot on Maurice's arm by Horas's words. He might have been drunk but they still sunk in, sobered him a little, until of course the next sentence came out and he almost spat his drink out onto the table.
The topic hadn't been brought up much. Hanna was twenty-five, going on Twenty-six, hadn't ever really had an intimate relationship like that. He knew his undead boyfriend wasn't the kind to take to disappointment well, so he never asked for so much as a handout, and it never bothered him to help himself out on occasion. Though admittedly ever since he had gotten here it'd been a little harder. Literally. Kissing good night while sleeping in a truck and being so close made it really hard, man.
In any case, wiping his mouth with his arm, and happy he didn't actually spit anywhere after swallowing, he gave Horus a look, "Kind of rude to assume, man."
Though, like always, Hanna had a marker ready in his pocket, perhaps a little too drunk to do much damage, but a thought does come to mind, holding out his free hand to Horus, palm up for his own, "How's about I gift you instead, it's more fun that way." The hand in Maurice's pocket slips out, slipping into his own to get that sharpie. "Won't take long."
Maurice turned bright purple. The topic hadn't come up, no, and he was numbering his days until he had to give poor Hanna the bad news. The vampire he had wrapped around his little finger was a dud. He gritted his teeth and let his eyes flick back and forth between the two of them.
"What's to assume?" Horas was all smiles. "Your hand is in his breeches."
"STOP LOOKIN AT MY BREECHES." Maurice finally piped up and planted a hand against Horas's face, shoving him back. This got a ripple of raucous laughter from the table.
Between Maurice's fingers, Horas spied the marker with interest. "Yeah?" Horas liked free shit.
"It whu- Nu....Well?!" Hanna's face flushed bright red on top of the beer glow he was supporting. He had been so sure that was subtle. It wasn't like he was groping him or anything, just. Sticking his hand in his pocket and enjoying that. It was almost like holding hands. And he felt a little too uncomfortable to kiss him in public, it was a happy medium.
Though, with Maurice getting upset, Hanna taps him on the thigh with the marker, the wizard giving him a look that more or less drunkenly says, 'let me handle this'.
Horas's brows flew up. Then he exploded into laughter, flinging out his hand, palm-up. Oh, he likes this Hanna kid. He's fun. He sort of hoped Maurice didn't wind up eating him on accident like he figured he would.
"Alrighty then, Beeker, lay it on me." He had no idea what Hanna was going to do, but that was part of the fun! Horas often leaped before he looked. Which was how he wound up as a vampire, but there you go.
The three little birds leaned forward curiously. Was Hanna gonna do some kind of cool faux-tattoo stuff?
And Maurice? Maurice JUST realized what was happening. He set his teeth for a different reason and started making high-pitched warning sounds at Hanna through his nose. Sweet Potato what are you DOING?
With Horas's hand presented, Hanna uncapped the marker with his teeth, spitting it out onto the table and killing off the rest of the drink he had in front of him. He was on number four, going on five and the sounds Maurice was making in his ear weren't really getting through. Sure, he knew he shouldn't, in the very back far reaches of his brain, but he was drunk and Maurice was upset and there were only so many ways Hanna got to show that while Maurice could be the muscle, he was dangerous in his own way.
The shot at both their pride had spurred him on, despite his usual talk it out policy, and after all his work shit? Well. This was going to be fun.
"Hanna Fucking Cross, get it right." He corrects, slurred a little, but as soon as the pen nip touches his skin it's like the man hasn't had a drink in years. The lines are perfect, the right amount of thickness, and while it takes all his concentration, when the curve comes up, and he dots the rune, it looks almost masterful comparatively to the usual quickly scribbled runes he would use in a fight.
Your boyfriend is showing off big time, and it's obvious when the magenta glow of magic erupts from it as Hanna lifts the pen from his hand. "Welcome to cloud city."
Oh, no. It was happening. It was happening and there was nothing Maurice could do to stop it.
Horas admired the masterful way Hanna suddenly shook off his beer goggles and steadily crafted a...something on his hand. The vampire tilted his head and squinted at it. It wasn't a symbol he was familiar with.
Maurice's eyes became dinner plates. He was familiar with it.
The felt tip left Horas's skin. When the rune lit up, there was a collective gasp. Then Horas's whole world rocked sideways. He was from the 60's. He had been to Woodstock. He had done some shit in his day. But this magic pulsing up his arm and into his brain?
"Oh, my God." Maurice slapped his hand over his face.
Matt, Josh, and Wesley all looked between the wizard and their friend. Wesley had already picked up the marker cap because he was an art student and his hoarding instinct was still on full blast even when he himself was wasted.
"What...what is that? What did you do?" Matt was the first to speak.
Hanna laughed the hardest he had in a while when Horas spoke. He was used to that reaction. Just not from vampires who seem to be more smug than Casimiro was on a sunday after a really good late night snack. He was almost in tears by the time the questions started, and he holds up a hands, shaking it for a moments wait and 'sneakily' slips his fingers around the base of Maurice's drink that he'd been nursing. He sips it some and nods towards Horas, thinking of all the things he could say.
His drunk brain was tempted on song quotes, but he doubts a joke about hoodoo voodoo wouldnt go well in this city after performing real magic in front of normal humans. "I gave him a gift. He'll thank me when it wears off, thaz the good shit." Hanna winks at them, dropping his marker and swaying a little, the mix of magic and alcohol getting to him in a way blood thinners and drink would, and he leans back against Maurice, knowing he did wrong but still smug about it.
Horas blinked one eye. And then the other. The rune on his hand was blurry in his vision, but so was everything else. He felt floaty...calm. Like he could melt through the back of the booth. He sucked in a deep breath and carefully grabbed hold of the table's edge just in case he floated away or something. "I'm...ffffffantastic."
Finally, his trademark grin surfaced from behind his mustache. His friends all looked at one another. Horas was a rough and tumble guy, a man of the world and a risk taker. If he was smiling...it couldn't be all bad, could it?
"I think that's enough gift-giving," Maurice said as he reached for the marker before Hanna could do anything ELSE with it. "You were amazing, but please behave."
"Right you are." When Hanna gave gifts, he didn't fuck around. That was the good stuff. Though, drunk and not paying attention to the freak outs of your every day person, he just leans wonderfully against Maurice and barely notices when Maurice steals his marker.
Until he does. Immediate protesting occurs. "H-hey! Gimme that back! What if spiders! We could die!" Dramatics was definitely drunk Hanna's strong point.
Hanna's eyes followed the marker like a hawk. He wasn't so keen on being disarmed anywhere down here, even if he was surrounded by new friends. Hanna wasn't the best at protecting himself without magic.
"I'll put it back in my puh-pocket! Promise! H-hey!" Hanna almost attempted to climb Maurice while sitting, jostling the table, and then Horus had the marker. There was a second of silence, and Hanna turned, looked at Horas, looked at the marker and leapt.
The world slowed down. Wesley's flash cards flew through the air like parade confetti. Matt's eyes widened in horror as glasses were overturned. Maurice reached for Hanna but Hanna was too scrawny and slipped right through his arms. Horas's sluggish mind didn't even see Hanna coming and Josh?
Josh wore the biggest of grins because for once he wasn't going to be the one to get them thrown out.
The tiny ginger pounced, and he practically pushed Horas down into the booth and he wanted his marker dammit! Straddling mustache man, he reached his hardest for that damn marker, laughing all the while, and yup.
Horas's eyes nearly crossed when Hanna landed on him. He wasn't pulled from his stupor but he was suddenly lucid enough to know that he was in a pretty undignified position. But Hanna wanted the thing. And he was having fun. If he gave him the thing, the fun would be over!
The vampire stretched his short arms as far out of Hanna's reach as he could and laughed. Considering Hanna was now sitting on him, that wasn't very far.
Maurice was in the middle of standing up and reaching for Hanna so that he could physically remove him from the situation when a shadow fell across the table. Wesley and Josh deflated but Matt looked mortified. He was team mom and his kids were not behaving.
"Alright, alright, that's enough." Patty had arrived. Her head came maybe to Hanna's middle but she was thick and broad with an updo and WAY TOO TIRED to deal with these overgrown hyena children. She looked between the two offenders and then her eyes landed on Josh. "This isn't your doing, is it, Meeks? I'm disappointed in you."
"Disappointed!" squawked the scarlet macaw on her shoulder.
"WHY DOES EVERYONE ALWAYS BLAME ME!" Josh's fuse finally ran short.
"Out, out, out," Patty waved them toward the door. "And you had better tip, you animals."
"AHA!" Hanna finally shouted, practically smothering Horas with his chest to get his marker. He raised it triumphantly, turning around only to see that hey, there was a lady there, his blue eyes bright, heart thumping from all that excitement.
"I got my marker." He told the lady proudly as he was ushered up, stumbling into Maurice and laughing, "Whiskers ain't got nothing on me" His lean because a little more of a problem, an arm coming around Maurice's to help him walk. though, now that he was standing? His head was pounding. "Reeces, need the bathroom before we go, man."
Horas got a faceful of weird rune magic then, and not the fun kind. The stench of death suddenly assaulted him and he flailed, giving up the stolen marker. He gagged and sat up, running his arm furiously under his nose.
"DIOS MIO!" Horas coughed. For Maurice's sake he hoped he didn't eat that. He'd get sick and DIE! He blinked furiously and noticed the blurry form of Patty. Uh oh. Recess was over.
"Yes ma'am," Matt said, with a bowed head. Wesley was gathering up his homework and Josh was just beaming.
"Out out out!" The parrot bobbed on Patty's shoulder. Patty, meanwhile, was eyeing the two newbies. She hadn't met Maurice the last two times he had been to the Lorikeet and she most certainly didn't know the little wobbly ginger. Hmm. That fat boy didn't look so good. Awful pale, even for a basement mushroom.
Maurice supported Hanna when he hung onto him. He had half a mind to scold him and drag him out into the parking lot anyway, but he siiighed and gave Patty a properly ashamed look before steering the wild child to the restrooms. They were labled 'eh' and 'whatever'. He just shoved Hanna through one of them and waited.
Yes, this was why Hanna was not a cute midnight snack. You don't eat stuff that smells like that. Definitely. Not. And while Hanna was perfectly fine with it at the moment, if he remembered giving Horas a face full of his chest, even if he was wearing two layers, he'd feel the need to apologize later.
He followed Maurice into the restrooms, getting sick as quickly as the sickness had come on when he stood, but it was over soon enough. He wiped his mouth as he got out of the stall and stumbled to the sinks, washing hands, face and rinsing his mouth out. "I'm a light weight and you're going to kill me." He said in a moment of still drunk clarity.
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Most people who called anyways were prankers anyways.
Hanna's particular talents didn't actually involve much Tarot or psychic shit though, so he kind of just smiles behind a hand, eyebrow raised and wonders how many umbrella drinks it'll take to get him to that point. He picks up a card, flipping it over and gives Wesley a very serious look, "If you're not careful, your exam is going to rip you a new intergluteal cleft."
He takes a sip of his drink so he doesn't laugh at his horrible joke, taking in the introductions and almost spilling it when Josh enthusiastically goes to shake his hand. He takes it, shaking enthusiastically once he's sure his drink won't fall and grins at him, "better than I was, gingevitus is tough in this neck of the woods"
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"I didn't know you could smile!" Matt ribbed him. They both laughed and Maurice just stared down at his own drink, keeping his eye on Hanna for his own safety.
Meanwhile, Wesley burst out into hideous laughter and it wasn't...exactly...clear if he got the joke or not. He started collecting his food splattered flash cards. "Man, fuck it, I'm not passin' this class. Those who don't try never look foolish."
"It's a core class, you dumbass," Matt swatted him.
Horas was still staring at Hanna, sipping his own drink out of the corner of his mouth. There was somethi'n about this twig. He was over twice as old as anybody at this table and he'd seen some things. "What's a bone thrower do down this way anyway? Don't live in Dead Dog City, do ya?"
"With me," Maurice said, almost growling. "We came out here to get away from the Dog so let's not talk about it."
The older vampire lifted his brows but couldn't help but look a little sympathetic. Poor thing, his first fling and in such a bad place. Such a bad decade.
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His expression turns a little sour though at the mention of home though, nodding. "It's...not what I'd call home, but sure. I'm used to the city, but this is nice. I used to live right up the street from a bar like this." He takes a long drink, sweet enough that he doesn't even sputter when he empties half the glass and gives Maurice's knee a squeeze, "I think it'd be easier though if small towns didn't know everything about everyone. Kind of creepy that way. You'd think they'd have better things to do?"
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However, Hanna's words drew a collective, commiserating groan from the table.
"Boy, don't I wish." Josh took a long drink and dropped his chin onto his hand. "And heaven forbid anybody ask YOU about it."
Matt nodded and when the server returned, he ordered a round of chicken strips for them. "Hanna, can you eat meat?"
"And I need a drink. Maybe four." Maurice suddenly put in. He then challenged Matt the Mom's gaze. "I'll pay."
Matt was surprised but his grin only grew. Maurice WAS doing better. What a nice gesture! When he'd met him last he'd been dying behind that Wendy's. Near penniless to boot from what Horas told him. "Well alright!"
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When prompted though, he nods enthusiastically, grinning, "You put food in front of me and I'll eat it, promise." Diet restrictions wasn't his sort of thing even if he as a twig. Though, Maurice's announcement got Hanna finishing his own drink and wondering about the ride home. If he was drinking and Maurice was, getting home before the sun came up might be an issue. At least he didn't work tomorrow.
"You can just give me another one of yours Maury, or all of them." He grins, mostly teasing though still keeping in mind the driving situation, "Mr. DD"
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Maurice was all ready to snarl at Horas when the others at the table joined in, unable to keep from cooing at the newbie lovers. It was ten kinds of obvious. The attention got the tiniest of grins out of Maurice before--nope. He couldn't stop himself. He hid his face behind his hands.
And Hanna had a point. He couldn't hide behind alcohol fuzz, he had to drive. The drinks and food arrived and Maurice managed to snag one just so he didn't have to feel left out and had something to hold.
Not half an hour later, Wesley, the weakest of the bunch, was already staring at his notes with glazed eyes. "You guys, I think I finally learned how to read Japanese. Mom is gonna be so proud of me."
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Though he does sink a little further in his chair, the lack of judgement in the room he'd been waiting for still something that kind of scared him. Dogtrot was not the kind of city you could be easily recognizable and in a queer relationship in. And sitting here, saying things like this and being so close, it felt good in public, but at the same time he felt like he needed to wait for backlash.
After a few drinks though, Hanna's drunken personality started to peek it's little head out too, leaning more heavily against his vampire boyfriend, the finger around his belt loop finding it's way into his pocket. It helped a little since the cool feel of his skin through his jeans was great for the beer glow that was steadily giving his temperature rise.
And, as much as Hanna liked to talk and swear, talking and swearing while drunk was obviously two different things. "With a face like that, who's mom wouldn't be?" He returns, right back with the biggest grin on his face and then hides it in Maurice's arm in a fit of giggles.
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Wesley looked up from a diagram of the human colon and stared at Hanna for a long moment before breaking into a broad grin. "Aaaaaaa sankyou so much."
Even Josh had lightened up and he was laughing, having built an impressive tower out of glasses and menus. "This is the only time I get to be creative. I'm not allowed to do this at home."
"That's because you broke the dish set my mom got us for Christmas."
"It was for art."
"Yoooooou fffffuckers don't know anything about ART."
"Uh oh here we go."
"ART," growled Wesley as he stared into his empty, clutching hands. "Is vomiting your SOUL out into the worl-lorld. So everyone can see it and understand you. But nobody ever fucking DOES."
Horas broke in, looking at Hanna. "So tell me about this bone throwin' of yours." Maurice opened his mouth to challenge Horas, but the older vampire shot him a look. "Unless the only bonin' going on is bonin' Doughboy here."
Maurice promptly banged his knee on the bottom of the table.
Josh's castle wobbled. "Woah!" He threw his arms around it.
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The topic hadn't been brought up much. Hanna was twenty-five, going on Twenty-six, hadn't ever really had an intimate relationship like that. He knew his undead boyfriend wasn't the kind to take to disappointment well, so he never asked for so much as a handout, and it never bothered him to help himself out on occasion. Though admittedly ever since he had gotten here it'd been a little harder. Literally. Kissing good night while sleeping in a truck and being so close made it really hard, man.
In any case, wiping his mouth with his arm, and happy he didn't actually spit anywhere after swallowing, he gave Horus a look, "Kind of rude to assume, man."
Though, like always, Hanna had a marker ready in his pocket, perhaps a little too drunk to do much damage, but a thought does come to mind, holding out his free hand to Horus, palm up for his own, "How's about I gift you instead, it's more fun that way." The hand in Maurice's pocket slips out, slipping into his own to get that sharpie. "Won't take long."
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"What's to assume?" Horas was all smiles. "Your hand is in his breeches."
"STOP LOOKIN AT MY BREECHES." Maurice finally piped up and planted a hand against Horas's face, shoving him back. This got a ripple of raucous laughter from the table.
Between Maurice's fingers, Horas spied the marker with interest. "Yeah?" Horas liked free shit.
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Though, with Maurice getting upset, Hanna taps him on the thigh with the marker, the wizard giving him a look that more or less drunkenly says, 'let me handle this'.
"Gimme your hand then, Mustache ride."
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"Alrighty then, Beeker, lay it on me." He had no idea what Hanna was going to do, but that was part of the fun! Horas often leaped before he looked. Which was how he wound up as a vampire, but there you go.
The three little birds leaned forward curiously. Was Hanna gonna do some kind of cool faux-tattoo stuff?
And Maurice? Maurice JUST realized what was happening. He set his teeth for a different reason and started making high-pitched warning sounds at Hanna through his nose. Sweet Potato what are you DOING?
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The shot at both their pride had spurred him on, despite his usual talk it out policy, and after all his work shit? Well. This was going to be fun.
"Hanna Fucking Cross, get it right." He corrects, slurred a little, but as soon as the pen nip touches his skin it's like the man hasn't had a drink in years. The lines are perfect, the right amount of thickness, and while it takes all his concentration, when the curve comes up, and he dots the rune, it looks almost masterful comparatively to the usual quickly scribbled runes he would use in a fight.
Your boyfriend is showing off big time, and it's obvious when the magenta glow of magic erupts from it as Hanna lifts the pen from his hand. "Welcome to cloud city."
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Horas admired the masterful way Hanna suddenly shook off his beer goggles and steadily crafted a...something on his hand. The vampire tilted his head and squinted at it. It wasn't a symbol he was familiar with.
Maurice's eyes became dinner plates. He was familiar with it.
The felt tip left Horas's skin. When the rune lit up, there was a collective gasp. Then Horas's whole world rocked sideways. He was from the 60's. He had been to Woodstock. He had done some shit in his day. But this magic pulsing up his arm and into his brain?
"Huh-hn," stammered Horas. "Hweerwe. Haaaaa. Hwhoah."
"Oh, my God." Maurice slapped his hand over his face.
Matt, Josh, and Wesley all looked between the wizard and their friend. Wesley had already picked up the marker cap because he was an art student and his hoarding instinct was still on full blast even when he himself was wasted.
"What...what is that? What did you do?" Matt was the first to speak.
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His drunk brain was tempted on song quotes, but he doubts a joke about hoodoo voodoo wouldnt go well in this city after performing real magic in front of normal humans. "I gave him a gift. He'll thank me when it wears off, thaz the good shit." Hanna winks at them, dropping his marker and swaying a little, the mix of magic and alcohol getting to him in a way blood thinners and drink would, and he leans back against Maurice, knowing he did wrong but still smug about it.
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"Horas?"
"Horas!"
"Are you alright?"
Horas blinked one eye. And then the other. The rune on his hand was blurry in his vision, but so was everything else. He felt floaty...calm. Like he could melt through the back of the booth. He sucked in a deep breath and carefully grabbed hold of the table's edge just in case he floated away or something. "I'm...ffffffantastic."
Finally, his trademark grin surfaced from behind his mustache. His friends all looked at one another. Horas was a rough and tumble guy, a man of the world and a risk taker. If he was smiling...it couldn't be all bad, could it?
"I think that's enough gift-giving," Maurice said as he reached for the marker before Hanna could do anything ELSE with it. "You were amazing, but please behave."
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Until he does. Immediate protesting occurs. "H-hey! Gimme that back! What if spiders! We could die!" Dramatics was definitely drunk Hanna's strong point.
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Horas's eyes followed it curiously and he reached up to deftly pluck it from Maurice's pudgy fingers. "Yoink."
"Horas, don't!"
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"I'll put it back in my puh-pocket! Promise! H-hey!" Hanna almost attempted to climb Maurice while sitting, jostling the table, and then Horus had the marker. There was a second of silence, and Hanna turned, looked at Horas, looked at the marker and leapt.
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Josh wore the biggest of grins because for once he wasn't going to be the one to get them thrown out.
CRASH!
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Hanna was going to get them thrown out.
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The vampire stretched his short arms as far out of Hanna's reach as he could and laughed. Considering Hanna was now sitting on him, that wasn't very far.
Maurice was in the middle of standing up and reaching for Hanna so that he could physically remove him from the situation when a shadow fell across the table. Wesley and Josh deflated but Matt looked mortified. He was team mom and his kids were not behaving.
"Alright, alright, that's enough." Patty had arrived. Her head came maybe to Hanna's middle but she was thick and broad with an updo and WAY TOO TIRED to deal with these overgrown hyena children. She looked between the two offenders and then her eyes landed on Josh. "This isn't your doing, is it, Meeks? I'm disappointed in you."
"Disappointed!" squawked the scarlet macaw on her shoulder.
"WHY DOES EVERYONE ALWAYS BLAME ME!" Josh's fuse finally ran short.
"Out, out, out," Patty waved them toward the door. "And you had better tip, you animals."
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"I got my marker." He told the lady proudly as he was ushered up, stumbling into Maurice and laughing, "Whiskers ain't got nothing on me" His lean because a little more of a problem, an arm coming around Maurice's to help him walk. though, now that he was standing? His head was pounding. "Reeces, need the bathroom before we go, man."
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"DIOS MIO!" Horas coughed. For Maurice's sake he hoped he didn't eat that. He'd get sick and DIE! He blinked furiously and noticed the blurry form of Patty. Uh oh. Recess was over.
"Yes ma'am," Matt said, with a bowed head. Wesley was gathering up his homework and Josh was just beaming.
"Out out out!" The parrot bobbed on Patty's shoulder. Patty, meanwhile, was eyeing the two newbies. She hadn't met Maurice the last two times he had been to the Lorikeet and she most certainly didn't know the little wobbly ginger. Hmm. That fat boy didn't look so good. Awful pale, even for a basement mushroom.
Maurice supported Hanna when he hung onto him. He had half a mind to scold him and drag him out into the parking lot anyway, but he siiighed and gave Patty a properly ashamed look before steering the wild child to the restrooms. They were labled 'eh' and 'whatever'. He just shoved Hanna through one of them and waited.
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He followed Maurice into the restrooms, getting sick as quickly as the sickness had come on when he stood, but it was over soon enough. He wiped his mouth as he got out of the stall and stumbled to the sinks, washing hands, face and rinsing his mouth out. "I'm a light weight and you're going to kill me." He said in a moment of still drunk clarity.
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