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.
Maurice hung by the door, glad to be alone with Hanna for the moment. He puffed his bangs out of his face and shook his head. It was so strange to be the sober one.
"I aint gonna kill you...but I got half a mind to make you sleep in the truck bed. Is that marker really magic? I thought it just helped you do the spell."
Maurice opened and closed his mouth a few times. "You work at Target. You can get like six for a dollar!"
Huff huff huff. He dragged his hand down his face and turned to lead Hanna back out through the bar and out the door. And there, the Lorikeet boys waited on the front steps. The parking lot was misty from the street lights--the little bar being away from the road and the other buildings but easily reachable by a gas station on foot. Josh and Matt were holding Horas up by his arms because he had forgotten he had legs.
Wesley bounded up to Hanna like an overexcited puppy, holding out his marker cap. "Hey, man! Finish paying your respects? You GOTTA come back!"
"Oh, he's finished alright." Maurice answered for him.
"Not on me! That's all I got in these fucking jeans!" He pouts back, letting Maurice lead him on. Though, admittedly still drunk and stumbling, he hadn't expected Wesley to be excited to see him. With the cap held right between his eyes, he blinks at it and snorts, laughing.
"I wanna! This was fun." and, with a look at Horas, he winks at the man, "Give him two hours and he'll be good again, promise." And, leaning again, heavily against Maurice, "Tell Maury I did good. He wants to make me sleep in the dog house."
"Awww, what! Come on!" Wesley pleaded and shoved at one of Maurice's arms. He was also still quite drunk. "This is the most fun I've had in ages since those two started having their tizzies." He jerked his head back toward Matt and Josh.
"We are not having tizzies." Matt leaned around Horas and squinted because Horas had started patting his face fondly.
"You aaaaare," he said.
Josh had no comment.
Maurice looked stonily down at both of the tiny nerds on either side of him. Wesley had grabbed Hanna's head and turned it so that it was looking at Maurice. He squished Hanna's cheeks and skewed his glasses.
"Look at this face." Wesley pleaded. "Just...put aside whatever weird gland problem that makes your skin turn blue and let him back inside. I deserve to know this beautiful creature went home to a warm bed the night before I utterly fail half my classes."
"Oh my God." Maurice returned his hand to his face.
Hanna's lips looked kind of like a fish, still pink in his beer glow and his chunky glasses lopsided. He tried to smile but it didn't work so well. "Pweese mister bus dwiver! Pweese open th'dwore!"
Because that's the face you want to let back into your truck cabin and spoon you all night long.
Maurice parted his fingers and glared down at the two of them. It was hard to keep a straight face when up against...well. That. He heaved another sigh and grabbed Hanna by the shoulder to guide him to the truck.
"Fine. But you're still getting a time-out when we get home."
Time out meaning Hanna sits and shuts the fuck up so Maurice can drive them home for an hour. He won't admit it but that was pretty fun. The look on Horas's face. Worth it.
The Lorikeet boys waved goodbye to them, some more enthusiastic than others. Horas just stared at the moths circling the nearest telephone pole like they were tiny universes.
Hanna waves back, just as enthusiastically and when Maurice finally gets him in, all buckled and safe, and they are on the road, he leans in, gentle, half asleep already with the quiet of the country, and kisses his cheek.
"F'ai fall asleep on the way back, love y'ah and thanks." He needed this, as much as he had kind of fucked up, as drunk as he was, he had needed it, and Maurice gave him exactly what he had wanted. "You're the bestest Reeces."
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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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"I aint gonna kill you...but I got half a mind to make you sleep in the truck bed. Is that marker really magic? I thought it just helped you do the spell."
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He turns out his pockets, empty aside from his wallet. "I don't have another one." That's the depth of it Maurice. "I don't like being disarmed."
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Huff huff huff. He dragged his hand down his face and turned to lead Hanna back out through the bar and out the door. And there, the Lorikeet boys waited on the front steps. The parking lot was misty from the street lights--the little bar being away from the road and the other buildings but easily reachable by a gas station on foot. Josh and Matt were holding Horas up by his arms because he had forgotten he had legs.
Wesley bounded up to Hanna like an overexcited puppy, holding out his marker cap. "Hey, man! Finish paying your respects? You GOTTA come back!"
"Oh, he's finished alright." Maurice answered for him.
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"I wanna! This was fun." and, with a look at Horas, he winks at the man, "Give him two hours and he'll be good again, promise." And, leaning again, heavily against Maurice, "Tell Maury I did good. He wants to make me sleep in the dog house."
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"We are not having tizzies." Matt leaned around Horas and squinted because Horas had started patting his face fondly.
"You aaaaare," he said.
Josh had no comment.
Maurice looked stonily down at both of the tiny nerds on either side of him. Wesley had grabbed Hanna's head and turned it so that it was looking at Maurice. He squished Hanna's cheeks and skewed his glasses.
"Look at this face." Wesley pleaded. "Just...put aside whatever weird gland problem that makes your skin turn blue and let him back inside. I deserve to know this beautiful creature went home to a warm bed the night before I utterly fail half my classes."
"Oh my God." Maurice returned his hand to his face.
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Because that's the face you want to let back into your truck cabin and spoon you all night long.
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"Fine. But you're still getting a time-out when we get home."
Time out meaning Hanna sits and shuts the fuck up so Maurice can drive them home for an hour. He won't admit it but that was pretty fun. The look on Horas's face. Worth it.
The Lorikeet boys waved goodbye to them, some more enthusiastic than others. Horas just stared at the moths circling the nearest telephone pole like they were tiny universes.
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"F'ai fall asleep on the way back, love y'ah and thanks." He needed this, as much as he had kind of fucked up, as drunk as he was, he had needed it, and Maurice gave him exactly what he had wanted. "You're the bestest Reeces."